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Below is an essay that Ken Mayers wrote to his community about his experiences with the Veterans For Peace delegation in the West Bank. He talks about the group’s experiences on February 25 and 26:

Dear Family, Friends, and Colleagues,

This is my first attempt to write an extended essay on the mini-keyboard of my iPad. ?I may end up adopting the style of e.e.cummings because an “up arrow” key lurks where my right pinkie is used to hitting the shift key, and the resulting jump of text up into the line above the intended drives me absolutely crazy.

But I have been inspired to make the effort because of two tremendously moving experiences in the past two days.

Most of you on my address list are more aware of the situation in Palestine and Israel than the American public at large. ?You are a well-read group, and a few of you have visited this part of the world. ?Some have been much more closely connected to the situation than have I. ?And most of you have seen at least some of the photos that our intrepid journalist, Ellen Davidson has been capturing on our trip.

There have been some highly dramatic instances — prying open the gate in the wall at Bi’lin, ducking the tear gas canisters in Hebron. ?But to me, the most meaningful experiences have been the quiet revelations of the past two days.

The first of these took place in Ramallah, the administrative home of the Palestinian Authority. ?The so-called “separation barrier” follows a snakey line intended to incorporate the maximum geographical area into Jerusalem’s municipal boundaries while eventually including the smallest number of Palestinian residents. ?To achieve this objective, the Israeli government deploys a variety of cruel strategies, many relying on the enforcement of unreasonable, unjust laws.? Probably the most common and the most visible is the demolition of homes built or expanded without a construction permit. And since the Israeli government never grants building permits to Palestinians, almost all homes are subject to demolition orders.

One night, Jamal related, they came in with 200 bulldozers and destroyed 32 structures.

A tattered Palestinian flag flies over a mound of rubble that was once a family’s home. PHOTO: ELLEN DAVIDSON

Yesterday afternoon, our Veterans For Peace delegation met with a gentleman who is one of the leaders of the resistance to the wall. ?He took us to visit one of the areas targeted by the government for “maximum geography, minimum demography” described above. In this neighborhood seven homes and two apartment buildings had been demolished. Demolition crews — caterpillar D9 bulldozers (made in America) protected by police and/or soldiers come in the middle of the night and give residents ten minutes to take what belongs they can carry and vacate the house. In a few hours, there is nothing left but rubble.

A glass and wrought-iron door is all that's left of this entryway.

A glass and wrought-iron door is all that’s left of this entryway. PHOTO: ELLEN DAVIDSON

After viewing several of these houses, our guide took us to a still standing house, adjacent to which was a pile of rubble. He took us into a small garden next to the house, where the owner welcomed us to his home and explained that the rubble behind the house had been a 4-unit apartment building that he had built at a cost of $200,000 to house his sons and their families when they finish their university studies. He then chased his younger children into the house to get glasses and a pitcher of water for his guests. We all sat down to chat with this kindly, gentle victim of Israeli cruelty, and soon coffee, tea, and dishes of fruit, vegetables, and hummus appeared on the table, a miracle of generosity to strangers from a man whose life-savings had been destroyed by a housing demolition order. His residence remained only because it had been built before the 1967 conquest of the West Bank by the Israeli army. For the time being, pre-1967 structures are exempt from demolition orders. I’m sure the taste of the fennel, apples, and oranges we were given in that garden will long outlast the taste of tear gas from Hebron.

Then today we all took the bus ride down to the Negev Desert to visit the Bedouin village of Al Araqib, one of the dozens of Bedouin villages in the Negev that the Israeli government considers “unrecognized,” and therefore ineligible for services such as water, electricity, and trash collection. Nonetheless, the village has been there for centuries as was recognized by the Ottoman Empire in 1905, the British Mandate in 1929, and even Israeli documents in 1973. ?In June 2010, the Israeli government demolished the village, and destroyed all the houses, bulldozing 4500 olive tree and 900 fruit trees (figs, avocados, lemons and oranges), as well as the water cistern and the electrical generator. Immediately after this disaster, the villagers rebuilt the village is insofar as they could and credited activist Jewish Israelis with helping them in the revival.

But not long thereafter, the government destroyed the reconstructed village. Since 2010, the village has been demolished 108 times, or more than once a month for 7 years. ?But the steadfast Bedouins persist. Each time their material belongings and surrounding deteriorate further, but the spirit of “sumud” is more powerful than the D9 bulldozers. ?When we visited Al Araqib in 2013, they still had a number of travel trailers in the village, one of which served as a computer classroom. The Israeli government destroyed them all.

Roasting coffee over a propane tank. PHOTO: ELLEN DAVIDSON

Roasting coffee over a propane tank. PHOTO: ELLEN DAVIDSON

They are poorer than ever, but as hospitable and generous as ever. As soon as we arrived we were offered tea and water. Then Aziz, our host, started preparing coffee, while telling us how important morning coffee is to the community. He started with raw beans, roasting them in a skillet in which he was continually flipping them while telling of his culture and the attempts of the Israeli government to destroy both their culture and their history. But he started this commentary by saying that the first thing every morning when he wakes up, he raises thanks to God for his life, and then raises thanks to the activist Jews who help the community survive. He teaches his son that he must not hate Jews. ?He may hate the police, the army, the “green patrols,” and the JNF (Jewish National Fund) — all of which are trying to drive them off the land. But he must not hate the people — or any people.

When the coffee beans were roasted to his satisfaction, his friend Saleem pounded them into powder in an iron mortar and pestle. He poured the grounds into a beautiful brass pitcher which had been boiling over a flame while the beans were being pounded. He gently shook the pitcher for a while, the dropped a handful of cardamom branches into the mortar and ground them up, eventually adding a handful of cardamom to the coffee. ?Finally he poured coffee for us all. ?Our colleague Mike Hanes declared it the “best coffee ever!” ?We all agreed. ?It had been made with love.

Then Aziz took us on a tour of the village fields. At one point he grasped a handful leaves from a plant that Mike said was called “mallow” in English. ?It grows wild in the winter in Al Araqib and since time immemorial has been one of the staples of the Bedouin winter diet. ?But the Israeli government has declared it illegal to pick and had made violation subject to an 800 shekel fine (roughly $225 dollars.) ?He pointed out several more edible wild plants, all enthusiastically tasted by “forager Mike.” Then we were called back to the welcoming tent where a feast of Bedouin dishes had been set out for us. So once again, people from whom nearly everything had been taken were once again giving us loving hospitality so deeply rooted in their culture that it survives monstrous abuse.

At the weekly vigil at LeHavim intersection. PHOTO: ELLEN DAVIDSON

After the feast, we joined them in their annual Sunday protest at the Lehavim highway crossing. ?Then the long bus ride back to Jerusalem.

What amazing human being these are !!!

Peace,

Ken

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