Word up, Teddy

"To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriot and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public."

-THeodore Roosevelt, 1918

The unarmed women of the Gaza Strip have taken the lead in resisting Israel's latest bloody assault

Yesterday at dawn, the Israeli air force bombed and destroyed my home. I was the target, but instead the attack killed my sister-in-law, Nahla, a widow with eight children in her care. In the same raid Israel's artillery shelled a residential district in the town of Beit Hanoun in the Gaza Strip, leaving 19 dead and 40 injured, many killed in their beds. One family, the Athamnas, lost 16 members in the massacre: the oldest who died, Fatima, was 70; the youngest, Dima, was one; seven were children. The death toll in Beit Hanoun has passed 90 in one week.

This is Israel's tenth incursion into Beit Hanoun since it announced its withdrawal from Gaza. It has turned the town into a closed military zone, collectively punishing its 28,000 residents. For days, the town has been encircled by Israeli tanks and troops and shelled. All water and electricity supplies were cut off and, as the death toll continued to mount, no ambulances were allowed in. Israeli soldiers raided houses, shut up the families and positioned their snipers on roofs, shooting at everything that moved. We still do not know what has become of our sons, husbands and brothers since all males over 15 years old were taken away last Thursday.

They were ordered to strip to their underwear, handcuffed and led away.

It is not easy as a mother, sister or wife to watch those you love disappear before your eyes. Perhaps that was what helped me, and 1,500 other women, to overcome our fear and defy the Israeli curfew last Friday - and set about freeing some of our young men who were besieged in a mosque while defending us and our city against the Israeli military machine.

We faced the most powerful army in our region unarmed. The soldiers were loaded up with the latest weaponry, and we had nothing, except each other and our yearning for freedom. As we broke through the first barrier, we grew more confident, more determined to break the suffocating siege. The soldiers of Israel's so-called defence force did not hesitate to open fire on unarmed women. The sight of my close friends Ibtissam Yusuf abu Nada and Rajaa Ouda taking their last breaths, bathed in blood, will live with me for ever.

Later an Israeli plane shelled a bus taking children to a kindergarten. Two children were killed, along with their teacher. In the last week 30 children have died. As I go round the crowded hospital, it is deeply poignant to see the large number of small bodies with their scars and amputated limbs. We clutch our children tightly when we go to sleep, vainly hoping that we can shield them from Israel's tanks and warplanes.

But as though this occupation and collective punishment were not enough, we Palestinians find ourselves the targets of a systematic siege imposed by the so-called free world. We are being starved and suffocated as a punishment for daring to exercise our democratic right to choose who rules and represents us. Nothing undermines the west's claims to defend freedom and democracy more than what is happening in Palestine. Shortly after announcing his project to democratise the Middle East, President Bush did all he could to strangle our nascent democracy, arresting our ministers and MPs. I have yet to hear western condemnation that I, an elected MP, have had my home demolished and relatives killed by Israel's bombs. When the bodies of my friends and colleagues were torn apart there was not one word from those who claim to be defenders of women's rights on Capitol Hill and in 10 Downing Street.

Why should we Palestinians have to accept the theft of our land, the ethnic cleansing of our people, incarcerated in forsaken refugee camps, and the denial of our most basic human rights, without protesting and resisting?

The lesson the world should learn from Beit Hanoun last week is that Palestinians will never relinquish our land, towns and villages. We will not surrender our legitimate rights for a piece of bread or handful of rice. The women of Palestine will resist this monstrous occupation imposed on us at gunpoint, siege and starvation. Our rights and those of future generations are not open for negotiation.

Whoever wants peace in Palestine and the region must direct their words and sanctions to the occupier, not the occupied, the aggressor not the victim. The truth is that the solution lies with Israel, its army and allies - not with Palestine's women and children.


Jameela al-Shanti is an elected member of the Palestinian Legislative Council for Hamas. She led a women's protest against the siege of Beit Hanoun last Friday. This article was published first in the Guardian

Absurd Lunch

Between spoonfuls of cream of broccoli soup at HGS I read word-by-word through Susan Sontag’s Illness as Metaphor and AIDs and its Metaphors. When my eyes moved over the phrase “grandiloquent fantasies” I had to stop and pay homage to the superfluity of the statement like I do when a Lamborghini drives by, causing me to stop in my tracks and observe the unnecessary extravagance before me.

As I sat in awe of Sontag’s brilliance I placed my spoonful of soup back into its bowl and began eavesdropping on the conversation to my right. To be honest, eavesdropping may not be the best description of my activity. The female with too much make up, a Juicy zip up, and pink and purple tights was nearly giving an unexpected oration on absurdity. No soapbox, just strong vocal cords.

“We began casting on the spring opera. We chose il blah blavio. (She then pauses to confirm that no one else in the room is even vaguely familiar with this opera. Her students wait to be taught and she begins listing categorical truths about this production). It is a masterpiece. It is disgustingly beautiful. It is one-and-a-half hours long, which is the perfect length to be in character – the audience is just dying to know how it’s going to end, which is almost always death.” (Our teacher gets up to find dessert, presumably to carbo-load for her next proclamation.)

Her British friend makes an obscure reference to Freud in passing that has to be explained. So she goes into psychology and perceptions of death to explain why she doesn’t want to give a presentation. My attention excuses it’s self from the conversation and returns to soup and Sontag.

No Mercy for Gaza

At 7.05am today, Monday 6 November 2006, IOF fired a missile hitting a group of school children near a school in Beit Lahia, near the town of Beit Hanoun. One child, 16-year-old Ramzi Ash-Shrafi, was killed while six others were wounded from the missile shrapnel. In addition, a nursery bus that was passing the area to collect children was also hit by the missile. As a result, one teacher was injured. Her arm later needed amputation. Ten children were admitted to hospital suffering from trauma.

IOF's continued offensive on north Gaza has left 45 Palestinians killed in (50 in the entire Gaza Strip) in its sixth day. Of the killed, nine are children, two are women and one is elderly. Some 190 have also been injured, including 46 children and 45 women. An IOF air strike hit near a school and a nursery bus children. In addition, IOF have destroyed 64 homes, 11 of which completely, seized 34 others, and demolished five public institutions, two stores and five vehicles. The humanitarian situation in Beit Hanoun has further deteriorated owing to the shortage of foodstuffs, electricity, water and medicine, as well as increasing damage to the town's infrastructure.