Archive for April, 2005

Apr 25 2005

Moving checkpoints

Published by Daoud Kuttab under Articles

There is something powerful about personal experience. No matter how much you read or hear about something, there is no substitute for actually experiencing it. I have thought of this phenomenon after meeting Israelis or foreigners who, after visiting Palestine, become

emotionally engaged in the Palestinian cause.

This sense of engagement is happening to me more and more as my daily travels make concrete – literally – the difficulties of getting around the northern West Bank. On the road between Jericho and Tiberias one is struck by the changes near the Green Line.



Walls and fences are being built that would be appropriate were there a border there. The problem is this new "border" is a few kilometers inside Palestinian territory.



A checkpoint has also been moved inside the West Bank, in tandem with the newly built structures.



I have yet to hear any serious complaint about the placement of this new checkpoint deep inside Palestinian lands. I am not sure whether the reason is simply lack of knowledge, or the fact that the Palestinian leadership’s agenda is so crowded with critical issues

that other matters fall between the cracks.



Another "concrete" development is the compound being built at the Kalandiya checkpoint outside Ramallah. The Israelis have been using earth-moving equipment in the area. I have the impression they are erecting a permanent installation there.



Locals talk about this becoming the location of the new Israeli civil administration offices. At present, the civil administration – which according to the Oslo Agreement was supposed to be dissolved – is headquartered at the Beit El settlement. The more likely scenario,

however, is that the Israelis are preparing for a new border crossing point between the north and south West Bank, as well as between the northern Jerusalem neighborhoods and Ramallah.



The most troubling aspect of these "concrete" changes is not so much what exactly will become of this or that location, but the utter helplessness I and so many other Palestinians feel in the face of it.



Day in and day out we see men in IDF fatigues pointing to this hill or that lot of land, plotting, planning, scheming as if it was their own property, or part of a Lego game.



On my way to Ramallah I was able to count at least 10 huge pieces of equipment working relentlessly to remove earth to flatten it for some major installation.



I had thought the entire Kalandiya checkpoint was supposed to be removed if the two sides were to take the road map seriously.



I decided to go back and see what the road map said about these issues by checking the US State Department Web site:

"A two-state solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict will only be achieved through an end to violence and terrorism, when the Palestinian people have a leadership acting decisively against

terror… the Palestinians immediately undertake an unconditional cessation of violence… such action should be accompanied by supportive measures undertaken by Israel.



"Palestinians and Israelis resume security cooperation based on the Tenet work plan to end violence, terrorism, and incitement through restructured and effective Palestinian security services.



"Palestinians undertake comprehensive political reform in preparation for statehood, including drafting a Palestinian constitution, and free, fair and open elections upon the basis of those measures.



"Israel takes all necessary steps to help normalize Palestinian life. Israel withdraws from Palestinian areas occupied from September 28, 2000 and the two sides restore the status quo that existed at that time, as security performance and cooperation progress.



"Israel also freezes all settlement activity, consistent with the Mitchell report…"

Palestinian cessation of violence has happened, both in word and in deed. The Palestinian constitution has been signed into law. Nearly six months after the death of Yasser Arafat and nearly as many months of near-total quiet from the Palestinian side, the Israelis show no

sign of returning to the September 28, 2000 intifada lines.



My frustrations increased after spending nearly two hours making my way from my Ramallah office to my apartment in Jerusalem’s Beit Hanina last Tuesday. It’s a trip that used to take me no more than 20 minutes.



When I finally reached the soldiers at the Kalandiya checkpoint, I asked them what the earth-moving frenzy was about. A twentysomething soldier told me: This will be the new checkpoint.

Playing dumb, I asked him if he thought that the newly built installation would become a permanent crossing point.



"It will be a checkpoint forever," he responded

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Apr 21 2005

Checkpoint for ever?

Published by Daoud Kuttab under Articles

There is something terribly powerful about personal experiences. No matter how much one reads, hears and talks about a situation, the direct connection is often much more potent. I have often thought of this after meeting foreigners and Israelis who after visiting Palestine become emotionally engaged often more than Palestinians themselves.

This is happening to me more and more these days as my daily travels bring some of the concrete (literal as well as figurative) changes on the ground become clear to the eye. Traveling in the north West Bank on the road between Jericho and Tiberias one is struck with the changes happening near the former green line. The structures being built are looking more and more like a border. The problem is that the location of this new ‘border’ is a few kilometers inside the Palestinian area. There was a check point at the former green line and now the checkpoint has been moved inside the West Bank in parallel to the newly built structure. I have yet to hear any serious complaint about the placement of this new location deep into Palestinian lands. I am not sure whether the reason is simply lack of knowing or the fact that the Palestinian leaderships’ agenda is so crowded with critical issues that some of these issues seem to fall between the cracks.

Another new ‘concrete’ development was the new compound being built at the Qalandia checkpoint. Major earth moving equipment has been working for some time. Only this week did the Israeli earth removal efforts reach locations close to the normal walking path of travelers. By exposing what has been happening in the vicinity of the checkpoint one gets the impression that a much more permanent installation will be erected at this area. Locals talk about this becoming the location of the new Israeli civil administration offices. At present, the Israeli civil administration (which according to the Oslo Agreement was supposed to be dissolved) exists near the Beit El settlement. The more likely scenario, however, is that the Israelis are preparing for a new border crossing point between the north and south of the West Bank as well as between the northern Jerusalem neighborhoods and Ramallah. When I asked some of the street merchants in the area they gave a wide variety of ideas as to what is being planned for this new open space that the bulldozers and other earth moving machines were creating.

For me, however, the most troubling point in some of these concrete changes was not so much as to what exactly will become of these new locations but the utter helplessness I and so many other Palestinians have to it. Day in day out you see men in army fatigue pointing to this hill or to that flat space of land, plotting, planning scheming as if it was their own little LEGO toy house. On my way to Ramallah I was able to count at least ten huge earth moving pieces of equipment that have been working day and night to remove earth to flatten it for some major installment.

I had thought that the entire Qalandia checkpoint is supposed to be removed if we are to take the Road Map seriously. I decided to go back and review what was said in the roadmap about these issues. The US state department web site has the full text of this plan which is called a performance based plan. In the first phase (which was supposed to end in May 2003) it is stated: "Palestinians undertake comprehensive political reform in preparation for statehood, including drafting a Palestinian constitution, and free, fair and open elections upon the basis of those measures. Israel takes all necessary steps to help normalize Palestinian life. Israel withdraws from Palestinian areas occupied from September 28, 2000 and the two sides restore the status quo that existed at that time, as security performance and cooperation progress. Israel also freezes all settlement activity."

The Palestinian constitution was signed into law by Arafat, free and fair elections took place. Nearly six months after the death of Arafat and nearly in as many months of near total quiet from the Palestinian side and the Israelis have shown no sign of returning the situation to those before the start of the September 28th 2000 intifada.

My frustrations were exasperated when I spent nearly two hours to make it from my Ramallah office to my apartment in Jerusalem’s Beit Hanina late Tuesday April 20, a trip that used to take me no more than 20 minutes. When I finally reached the soldiers at the Qalandia checkpoint, I asked them what the earth moving frenzy was about. A twenty-year old told me: this will be the new checkpoint. Playing dumb I asked him if he thought that the newly built installation will become a permanent crossing point? "It will be a checkpoint for ever," he responded.

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Apr 20 2005

TO SAVE 80 SHEKELS OR FOR THE ADVENTURE?

Published by Daoud Kuttab under Blogs

I was intend on not repeating my experience yesterday when I spent nearly 2 hours making the short trip from my office in Ramallah to my apartment in Jerusalem’s Beit Hanina office. The problem is that I could have made it in a lot less time by going the bypass road which I would be allowed to by the Israelis because I have a press card, but I had wanted to be like every other Palestinian and as a result I found my self stuck in the long line at the Qalandia checkpoint.

Today I was participating in a staff conference for Al Quds University held at the Jericho Intercontinental. I told the receptionists that I needed a taxi to take me to the Sheikh Hussein bridge at 8 pm. I figured that would give me plenty of time to make it before the bridge closes at 10pm. I was deep in the conference listening to professors and heads of departments and even students talking about how to improve college life with at least one professor showing a chart comparing the similarities and differences of Al Quds to universities in the states. A few minutes before 8 I decided to go out and check out that my taxi would be ready. The receptionists told me that they found a taxi with yellow (Israeli) plates but that he wanted 450 shekels. Woe I exclaimed that is a lot more than what I pay usually from Jerusalem where I pay 300 shekels and we are half an hour closer to the bridge.

Not wanting to be ripped off I ask the receptionists for an alternative and he makes a call. The driver is willing to get me to the bridge for 300 shekels but there is a catch, since he is not allowed with his west bank taxi to make it, he will get me an Israeli taxi to make the journey for the last 20 kilometers. I insisted that he will cover the entire trip for 300 shekels and he agreed. By the time he came it was 8:10. The receptionists came out with me and I wanted to repeat our agreement but he surprised me that the driver is his cousin and that he was going to come with us for the ride. When we got on the road it became clear that our Jericho taxi driver didn’t have any particular Israeli colleague and that he was planning to wave a taxi down. It was too late for me to change my mind so I figured to pray for the best and enjoy the adventure.

We hadn’t driven long before we saw a taxi with an Israeli plate, we tried to get him to stop but he wouldn’t. Our driver figured that he is either an Israeli or he is afraid. To reassure him that we didn’t intend harm our taxi driver drove slowly behind him for a while. Time was ticking and I encouraged him to pass him. We did and he noticed that the taxi was in fact owned by a Palestinians ( there was Arabic written on the side). We drove on and our driver kept us entertained by stories of the days when the Jericho Casisno was opened and how many trips he used to make to all parts of Israel often with losing gamblers and sometimes with those who hit the jackpot.

We reached the edge of the Green Line by 9:15. A ten minute drive would get me to the bridge in plenty of time. We told the Israeli soldiers of what our situation was and they seemed rather pleasant even offering us a chair as we wait for a taxi to come. None did, except for the taxi we had passed. It turned out he had a passenger with him and that is why he couldn’t stop. A number of Israelis passed by but we were hoping for a Palestinian driver who can help us out. A pick up truck came by. The passengers were clearly Palestinian. We asked them politely to give us a lift but they were afraid, the driver claims that he once gave someone a ride and got in trouble for it. Don’t worry we assured him the soldiers know about us. They drive up to the checkpoint and soon they leave without giving me a ride. We asked the soldiers and they said that they didn’t want to give us a ride. An Israeli soldier who spoke fluent Arabic shows up and offers to help. We tell him the situation and he promises to find us a tremp- the Hebrew word for hitchhiking.

Another Palestinian driver, this one from Nazareth drives up, we and the Israeli soldier ask for help but he refuses, saying he was at a hospital and he doesn’t feel good, anyways he tells us and the soldier no.

Our Jericho taxi driver shares some bizzer (watermelon seeds) with the Arabic speaking Israeli soldier whose comments about the last Palestinian made me smile. " this is the problem with us Arabs, that is why we are trodden under, we don’t help each other.

A few cars drive by and refuse to help, I keep looking at my watch worried that I will not make it. A beat up Toyota pulls up and the Israeli soldier speaks to the kippa wearing Israeli. He agrees to give me a ride but wants money. I ask how much and he says 100. I say 50 ( my driver tells me to offer 70) I offer 60 and then he says 70. We agree and I get in the car.

He is a vegetable salesman named Shlomi who buys from Palestinians in the nearby village of Bardala he tells me in Arabic as he is driving very slowly and my heart is pounding fearing that I will miss the bridge.

I call up Nael, the bus driver who drives the Israeli bus crossing from the Isreali to the Jordanian side. He assures me that if I make it by 9:50 he will wait for me. It was already 9:28 and we had just began the 20 kilometer journey in a slow driving car.

Back in the Toyota, the Israeli driver says he is tells me that he is Kurdish born in Israel in 1956, I note that he is one year younger than me although I thought to myself that he looks much older. He tells me how much he likes the late King Hussein and I agree but insist that he should pick up speed. He speeds up a little then turns the tape recorder to Abdel Halim Hafez. The music makes him slow down. I ask him to speed up but he wants me to know that he has been listening to this classic singer since he was 15. There are four great musicians he tells me as he slows down to name them, I agree with him but insist that he speed up. We approach Bisan and he points to a settlement to the right side of the road where he lives. What do you think of Jalal Talbani, the first Kurdish president ever, I ask. Oh he will not be a president for a long time, he replies as he slows down his driving. I realize that every time he speaks he slows down . My nerves are shot as I want to be polite with him but without my small talk causing him to slow down.

I call Nael again, we are in Beisan, I lie to him. It will be a few minutes, what if the border police don’t allow me, I ask him. Don’t worry he assures me, just call me and I will make sure they let you in.

We arrive at the crossing point at about 9:45. I give the Kurdish good Samaritan 100 shekels and wait for change. He presents me with a 20 shekel bill and claims he has not more change. I am too nerve wrecked to argue. I rush to the border policeman who routinely checks my passport, asks me if I had any weapons on me and waves me in.

I made it in time. But wonder if the 70 shekels I saves were worth my nerves. On a second thought I realize that it had nothing to do with saving money as much as my constant search for adventure. I tell myself, that in the end, I know I will have a story to write about.

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