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The Tightening Noose: Gaza under Hamas, Gaza under Siege
by Jen Marlowe Images from Rafah flicker on my computer screen. Gazans blowing up chunks of the wall that stood between them and Egypt, punching holes in the largest open-air prison in the world and streaming across the border. An incredible refusal to submit.
I learn via email that my friend Khaled Nasrallah rented a truck in order to drive food and medicine from Egypt into the Gaza Strip. He was acting for no humanitarian organization. He's just a resident of Rafah, a Palestinian town which borders Egypt, with a deep need to help and an opportunity to seize.
Rarely does our media offer images so laden with the palpable despair that has become daily life in the Gaza Strip. The situation has bordered on desperate since the outbreak of the Second Intifada in October 2000, when Gazans could no longer work inside Israel and the attacks and incursions of Israel's military, the IDF, became a regular occurrence. Closures on the Strip progressively intensified.
From
Chiapas, Mexico and Vietnam's Mekong Delta to West Africa (where a war
against women is now underway), Tomdispatch has lately been traveling
to some of the more scarred places on the planet. Today, Jen Marlowe, a
documentary filmmaker and human rights activist (as well as the author
of Darfur Diaries: Stories of Survival) offers an account of her
journey into the desperate human tragedy of the besieged Gaza Strip.
Marlowe
has been visiting the Gaza Strip periodically since 2002, when she was
living in Jerusalem while working on an Israeli/Palestinian
peace-building program. She has participated in nonviolent
demonstrations with Palestinian, Israeli, and international activists
resisting the Israeli separation barrier being built, in part, through
Palestinian lands and the growing system of Israeli-only roads on the
West Bank. The deepening degradation of Gazans living under a merciless
siege, visibly a living hell, is something she vividly captures at a
personal level. - Tom
The Tightening Noose:
Gaza under Hamas, Gaza under Siege
by Jen Marlowe
Images
from Rafah flicker on my computer screen. Gazans blowing up chunks of
the wall that stood between them and Egypt, punching holes in the
largest open-air prison in the world and streaming across the border.
An incredible refusal to submit.
I learn via email that my friend
Khaled Nasrallah rented a truck in order to drive food and medicine
from Egypt into the Gaza Strip. He was acting for no humanitarian
organization. He's just a resident of Rafah, a Palestinian town which
borders Egypt, with a deep need to help and an opportunity to seize.
Rarely
does our media offer images so laden with the palpable despair that has
become daily life in the Gaza Strip. The situation has bordered on
desperate since the outbreak of the Second Intifada in October 2000,
when Gazans could no longer work inside Israel and the attacks and
incursions of Israel's military, the IDF, became a regular occurrence.
Closures on the Strip progressively intensified.
On January
25, 2006, Hamas, an acronym for "the Islamic Resistance Movement," won
the Palestinian Authority parliamentary elections, defeating the
reigning secular, nationalist Fatah Party. Israel, the United States,
and the European Union all refused to recognize the new Hamas
government and many elements within Fatah also went to great lengths to
ensure that it failed.
Tension and violence mounted between
the Palestinian factions, culminating in June 2007 in Hamas' takeover
of the Gaza Strip. Israel responded by sealing the Strip. On September
19, following the repeated firing of crude Qassam rockets from the Beit
Hanoun neighborhood in the northern Gaza Strip into the Israeli town of
Sderot, the Israeli government unanimously labeled all of Gaza a
"hostile entity." Since then, restrictions by the IDF on who and what
is permitted to enter Gaza have grown harsher still. There are not many
witnesses to testify to the plight of Gazans these days. I was lucky:
In early January, in order to visit the participants of a
peace-building program I once worked for, I got in.
It was a
brief visit, so I didn't stroll down largely empty supermarket aisles
or visit hospitals to check on which supplies were unavailable.
Instead, I used the time to talk to Gazans involved in responding to
the international siege and the internal crisis that had led to it.
There
were even rare moments when the dual crises faded into the background,
such as the afternoon when I drank coffee in Rafah with Khaled
Nasrallah, his brother Dr. Samir Nasrallah, and their wives and
children. Rachel Corrie, a 23 year-old peace-and-justice activist from
Olympia, Washington, had been killed on March 16, 2003 while standing
in front of their home trying to prevent its demolition by an Israeli
military bulldozer. Between October 2000 and October 2004, the IDF
destroyed 2,500 homes in the Gaza Strip. Nearly two-thirds of them,
like the Nasrallah's, had been the homes of refugees in Rafah.
Now
double refugees, like so many residents of Rafah, they ushered me into
the living room of the apartment they have occupied since their home
was destroyed in 2004. It was sparsely furnished, but the family's
spirit more than compensated. When, for instance, thin, quiet Dr. Samir
saw an opportunity to make his young daughters or nieces smile, his own
face lit up. He clowned around as pictures were taken, encouraging the
girls to find ever sillier poses.
Only as I was leaving did
the siege make its presence felt. I pulled a few chocolate bars and a
carton of Lucky Strikes from my backpack, saying, "I understand these
are hard to find these days."
Dr. Samir accepted the gifts
with an odd solemnity. He then unwrapped a single bar of chocolate,
carefully broke it into small pieces and distributed a section to each
of the little girls. With an equal sense of gravity, they sat on the
thin, foam mats that lined the room, slowly biting off tiny pieces,
letting the chocolate melt in their mouths. They were still sucking on
the final bits as I said goodbye.
Entering Gaza
When I
first found out that I had permission to enter Gaza, I wondered what I
should bring with me. How much could I carry? What did a people under
siege need most? I imagined filling my backpack with bags of rice,
coffee, sugar, beans until I called my friend Ra'ed in Beit Hanoun.
"Hey, Ra'ed. I'm coming to Gaza on Wednesday. What can I bring you?"
There was a short pause. "Can you bring cigarettes? Lucky Strikes?"
Requests
from other friends started coming in. Could I bring a carton of
Marlboros? Viceroy Lights? Rania requested chocolate. Ahmad asked for
shampoo.
There was something tragic and yet comic in these
requests. Were they a sign that the situation wasn't as desperate as I
feared? Or maybe, given the sustained stress Gazans have been enduring,
the need for psychological relief took priority even over the staples
of survival?
Ra'ed called back with an additional request.
"Can you bring one of those rechargeable florescent lights? The power's
being cut off now for eight hours at a time and my kids have exams.
They can't study without light."
Erez border is the only
crossing point for internationals entering the Gaza Strip. The border
between Rafah and Egypt had been sealed since the Hamas takeover. I
arrived at Erez, struggling with my three brimming bags and two
rechargeable lights. The terminal had been completely rebuilt since my
last visit a year ago. The modest building housing a few soldiers and
computers was gone and in its place was a slick, spotlessly clean,
all-glass complex. It felt as if I were entering the headquarters
atrium of a multi-million dollar corporation.
My passport was
stamped and I continued along a maze of one-way revolving gates.
Crossing through the final gate, I found myself in Gaza, the sleek
glass building and its sanitized version of the Israeli occupation
suddenly no more than a surreal memory. I was on a cracked cement
pathway, covered by dilapidated plastic roofing, in the middle of an
abandoned field filled with nothing but stones and rubble. Realities,
even small ones, change so quickly, so grimly here.
The Siege
Soon,
I was in Ra'ed's car heading south to Rafah with Rania Kharma, a
coordinator for the Palestinian-International Campaign to End the Siege
on Gaza. I handed her the chocolate bars she had requested. "Thanks,
habibti [my dear]" she said. "You know how important chocolate can be
for a woman." Normally remarkably passionate, Rania now spoke and moved
with the air of someone smothered by wet blankets.
We passed carts piled with bananas and oranges. "So there's fruit here. What exactly is getting in?" I asked.
Before
the siege, she explained, there used to be 9,000 different items
allowed into Gaza. Now, the Israelis had reduced what could enter the
Strip to 20 items or, in some cases, types of items. Twenty items to
meet the needs of nearly 1.5 million people. It felt like some kind of
TV fantasy exercise in survival: You're going to a deserted island and
you can only bring 20 things with you. What would you bring?
Medicine
was on the list, Rania told me, but only pre-approved drugs registered
with the Israeli Ministry of Health. Frozen meat was permitted, but
fresh meat wasn't (and there was a shortage of livestock in Gaza).
Fruit and vegetables were allowed in, but -- Ra'ed quickly inserted --
less than what the population needed and of an inferior quality. It
was, he felt, as if Israel were dumping produce not fit for their
citizens or for international export into Gaza.
"I cut open an avocado last week and found the inside completely rotten," he added.
Diapers
and toilet paper were allowed entry, as were sugar, salt, flour, milk,
and eggs. Soap yes, but not laundry detergent, shampoo, or other
cleaning products.
"I'm not sure about baby formula," Rania said. "Sometimes you can find it, sometimes you can't."
Tunnels
under the Egyptian border, once used mainly to smuggle weapons into the
Strip, were now responsible for a brisk black market trade. Hamas,
which controlled the tunnels, reportedly earning a hefty profit from
the $10 it now cost Gazans to buy a single pack of cigarettes.
Chocolate couldn't be found, not even on the black market. A bag of
cement that once cost about $10 reached $75, and, by the time of my
visit, couldn't be found at all. All construction and most repair jobs
had ground to a halt.
The Ramadan fast is traditionally broken
with a dried date. A special request for dates was made to the Israelis
and granted -- but only as a substitute for salt. To get their Ramadan
dates, Gazans had to sacrifice something else.
"Israel says
they're not going to starve us," Rania remarked with a wry grin as we
neared Rafah. "They're just putting us on a really tight diet."
I
was traveling to Rafah in order to purchase handmade embroidery from
the Women's Union Association, a women's fair-trade collective. I was
planning to bring the embroidery back to the U.S. for the Olympia-Rafah
Sister City Project, initiated after the death of Rachel Corrie and
working to realize her vision of connecting the two communities.
Rafah's
economy used to be based on agriculture and on the resale of goods from
Egypt, according to Samira, the energetic program director of the
association. Over the last seven years, however, most of the orchards
and greenhouses in the town had been uprooted by Israeli military
bulldozers. Then, once the siege began for real, Rafah's merchants
could no longer obtain goods from Egypt. By the time I arrived, only
about 15% of the population was working, most employed in government
ministries.
Samira brought out a large plastic bag brimming
with embroidered work. I fingered beautiful shawls and wall hangings as
she eagerly described an exhibition of the women's hand embroidery held
in Cairo last May. Every piece had sold out. The women had then
stitched new pillowcases, bags, and vests at a frenetic pace for an
exhibition in Vienna scheduled for September 2007. The Gaza Strip,
however, was sealed in June. Neither the women, nor their embroidery
could leave. That plastic bag contained what should have gone to
Vienna. The project had already come to a standstill as the necessary
raw materials, chiefly colored thread, were now unavailable. Once these
pieces were sold, nothing would be left.
Samira encouraged
Rania to try on a stunning, exquisitely stitched jacket, its joyous
blaze of color strangely out of place in that bare office. It had taken
a year to complete, she said proudly. I hesitated to buy it. It felt
wrong, somehow, to remove that splash of color from decimated Rafah.
But who else would be arriving in Rafah soon to buy from the
collective? I asked Samira to prioritize which items she wanted me to
purchase. She packed up the jacket, and as many other pieces as I could
afford in that same plastic bag, and handed them over to me.
While
Ra'ed and Rania argued energetically in Arabic on the drive back to
Gaza City, I stared out the window, noting the green Hamas flags and
banners that decorated nearly every street corner and intersection. As
we neared our destination, I asked Rania if she wanted to join me that
evening.
"I'd love to, habibti, but I have to get back to my
apartment before 6:30. The electricity will be cut after that and then
-- no elevator. I live on the ninth floor and, since my knee injury a
few years ago, it's really painful to walk up all those stairs."
Gaza in Darkness
Mahmoud
Abo Rahma, a young man with intense green eyes, spent much of his time
with me discussing Gaza's acute electricity crisis in his office at the
Al Mezan Center for Human Rights. Israel's fuel restrictions were his
primary concern. It wasn't just transportation that suffered when fuel
was sanctioned, he explained. Without fuel for Gaza's sole power plant,
the ensuing electricity shortage constrains health and education
services, leading to an acute humanitarian crisis.
Mahmoud
broke the situation down, jotting figures and connective arrows on a
small sticky pad. Gaza needs 237 megawatts of electricity a day, 120
megawatts of which are supplied directly by Israel. The Gaza power
plant used to supply 90 megawatts, which meant the Strip remained 27
megawatts a day short, even in what passed for "good times." Then, in
June 2006 after the kidnapping of Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit, the
Israelis bombed the power plant, truncating its capacity. With the
siege and its acute fuel shortage, the plant could generate even less.
Mahmoud feared that it might have to stop operating altogether. On top
of this, he added, Israel was threatening to curtail the electricity it
provides.
Sixty-eight people, he said, had already died as a
result of the sanctions. Others had certainly suffered siege-related
deaths in which multiple factors were involved. For those 68, however,
a clear red line could be drawn directly to the siege -- to disruptions
in critical services or to the simple fact that someone couldn't reach
Israel or Egypt for needed medical care unavailable in Gaza.
As
Mahmoud scribbled down numbers and drew his arrows, my mind wandered
from the 68 extreme cases to the thousands of day-to-day small
sufferings that have become part of the fabric of life for Gazans. I
imagined the Nasrallah family huddled under blankets trying to keep
warm without a functioning electric heater, or Ra'ed's children
studying for exams by candle or flashlight, or Rania climbing those
nine flights of stairs on an injured knee.
The Hamas Takeover
Suhail
is the director of the Rachel Corrie Cultural Center for Children and
Youth in Rafah and its sister center in Jabalya Refugee Camp. Both
centers are under the umbrella of the Union of Health Workers. "We are
sometimes asked," Suhail told me, "how a children's center fits under
the umbrella of a health organization, but the connection is very
clear. According to the World Health Organization, health is not
measured only by lack of illness. A healthy child is also healthy
socially, emotionally, and mentally -- and this is the role we play."
The
obstacles to their work were large, he assured me. "Our activities are
designed to help support children mentally, emotionally, but they don't
want to leave the house. The kids are depressed. Everyone is
depressed."
In 2005, the teens who made up the center's dabke
troupe -- dabke is a traditional Palestinian folk-dance -- traveled to
Britain, touring and performing in 15 cities. Now, they can't leave the
Gaza Strip. "We want Al Jazeera to broadcast them performing in a local
celebration," Suhail said. "The youth are also making their own movies,
showing their daily realities. There are different ways to break a
siege."
Their problems, Suhail made clear, didn't all stem
from international isolation. "Yes, the siege makes everything much,
much more difficult, but the internal crisis even more so. Religious
conservatism is taking a stronger hold."
Nujud, a freckled
young female student-volunteer, offered an example. "We used to have a
mixed-gender community. There were even more girls participating than
boys. Now, it's the opposite. Boys and girls are hesitant even to be in
the same room with each other for fear of attack by Hamas." She pointed
to a young male volunteer. "We have to be very cautious in our
interactions with each other."
Suhail ended our meeting with the comment, "Making cultural change takes a lot of time. And it has a lot of enemies."
Samira,
too, had indirectly brought up the impact of the Hamas takeover in
Gaza. "After you leave here today," she said, "it's very likely that
someone will come and ask about you. Who are you? What were you doing
here?"
I sat a moment sipping sweet tea from a plastic cup and taking in her comment. "Did we put you in danger by coming today?"
"Nothing will happen to us," she answered. "They will just ask."
Samira sounded nonchalant. I felt less so. Comings and goings, it seemed, were being carefully, if unobtrusively, monitored.
New Levels of Violence
At
the pristine offices of the Gaza Community Mental Health Program
(GCMHP), Husam al Nounou and Dr. Ahmad Abu Tawahina brought into focus
the degree to which the Hamas takeover had affected life in Gaza.
Husam, the program's director of public relations, was soft-spoken and
Dr. Abu Tawahina, its director general, was animated; both men radiated
self-assurance and dignity.
By then, the large-scale, bloody
political violence between Hamas and Fatah militants had ended. There
were no longer shoot-outs on street corners. Military actions against
Fatah-connected individuals were on-going, however. Dr. Abu Tawahina
described cases of people leaving their houses only to find the body of
a relative dumped on the street, or frantic Gazans calling police
stations after a family member "disappeared," only to be told that
there was "no information."
The margins of free speech, never
large in Gaza, had decreased significantly, Husam told me. Direct or
indirect messages of fear and intimidation are now regularly passed on
to journalists and human rights workers. Fatah affiliates are beaten
up, detained, their cars burned; Fatah-related organizations have been
totally destroyed. I was reminded of Mahmoud's reply when I asked him
if Al Mezan's ability to work, exposing human rights abuses to the
people of Gaza, has been affected since the takeover.
"We are not changing our work at all," he said, choosing his words slowly. "We are not allowing ourselves to be intimidated."
Ideological
and political differences between the movements have certainly played a
major role in the internal fighting -- Dr. Abu Tawahina carefully
explained -- as has the regional factor: Washington supports Fatah,
while Hamas is backed by Syria and Iran. But, as Husam pointed out,
other factors should not be ignored. "There is no tradition of
democracy or transfer of power in Palestinian society," he said. "Fatah
was not prepared to lose the January 2006 elections or give authority
over to Hamas."
Add to this mix the adamant refusal of both
the Bush administration and Ehud Olmert's government in Israel to
recognize the democratically elected Hamas government, as well as their
support for Fatah's attempts to sabotage it.
"What would have happened," I asked, "if Hamas had been given a chance to actually govern in the first place?"
After
a long pause, Husam responded, "There's no way to know for sure. But I
think there's a good chance that Hamas would have changed. There are
lots of indications that they were initially willing to."
Dr.
Abu Tawahina then widened the context of the discussion. Many Fatah
officials had spent years in Israeli prisons, he commented, enduring
torture at the hands of Israeli interrogators and soldiers. After
signing the Oslo peace agreements in 1993, members of the Palestine
Liberation Organization (in which Fatah is the most powerful faction)
were permitted to establish a self-governing apparatus called the
Palestinian Authority (PA). Israel put pressure on the PA to arrest
those who opposed the Oslo process, particularly when opposition groups
carried out attacks in Israel.
As a result, thousands of Hamas
members, most of whom had not been involved in the violence, spent time
in PA jails. Fatah interrogators then applied the same techniques to
the prisoners in their hands as the Israelis had once used against
them, even ramping the methods up a notch or two.
"In psychology, we refer to it as 'identification with the aggressor,'" Dr. Abu Tawahina told me.
Now,
the very people Fatah abused in prison are in charge in the Gaza Strip
and they are seeking revenge for a decade of mistreatment under Fatah.
The phenomenon can be found in Gazan civil society as well. One hundred
thousand Palestinian laborers used to work inside Israel, suffering
daily humiliations at the hands of Israeli soldiers at the Erez
crossing. If they directed their anger and frustration at their
abusers, they would lose the permits that allowed them to work inside
Israel. Instead, many erupted in rage at home at their wives or
children, creating new victims.
The present level of internal
violence in Gaza, however, has no precedent. Hamas took the detentions
and torture that were part and parcel of Palestinian life under Israeli
rule and later under the PA and added the previously unimaginable --
Algerian-style executions and disappearances. These were something new
as acts among Palestinians.
No one knows how many people have
gone missing in these last months or the details of their torture.
Hamas won't allow Gaza Community Mental Health Program staff to visit
the prisons as they once did regularly. Human rights organizations are
trying to compile lists of the missing, but there are no comprehensive
statistics.
Meanwhile, frustration and anger inside the
pressure cooker that is Gaza only mounts. Violence in the society as a
whole, including domestic violence, is on the rise. New victims
continue to be created.
"We attempted to work with the Fatah
government when they were in charge," Husam said. "We tried to warn
them of the long-term consequences their torture could bring. They
didn't want to hear it."
Dr. Abu Tawahina tried to describe
his fervent hope of one day building a community that would enjoy
genuine democracy and the rule of law, no matter who was in charge. But
in that office, his dream felt, at best, remote.
"Let's say,"
he added, "that Israel and the U.S. manage to overthrow Hamas and
reinstall Fatah. Do you think that Fatah would now institute a program
of reconciliation?"
Dr. Abu Tawahina let the question fill the
room, unanswered. But from a barely perceptible shake of his head, I
knew what his response was.
Society Unraveling
Because
of an ever more traumatized population, the mental health program's
services are desperately needed. The staff work feverishly, trying to
develop new techniques to meet the catastrophe that is Gaza, but
nothing, not telephone counseling, nor bringing in other NGOs, nor
holding community meetings to give larger numbers of people coping
tools can meet the escalating needs of the community.
"Peace
is crucial for mental health services," Dr. Abu Tawahina said
pointedly. "Our staff feel inadequate in helping our clients. When the
source of someone's mental symptoms comes from physical needs not being
met, then there is very little that therapeutic techniques can do."
At
the moment, the community's most crucial resource -- itself -- is
fraying. In Palestinian society, the extended family has always served
as the center of a web of support and protection. Previously, the
mental health project used this incredibly powerful social network as
part of its outreach, making special efforts to educate family members
in how to take care of each other.
With the split between
Fatah and Hamas growing ever deeper, Dr. Abu Tawahina suggested that
loyalty to political parties might be growing stronger than loyalty to
family. In many families, the cracks are showing. Husam told me of
families where one brother, loyal to Hamas, gave information to the
Hamas leadership about another brother, active in Fatah, leading to his
detention. I had even heard rumors of brother killing brother. The
implications of this go far beyond the work of one mental health group.
The very foundations of Palestinian endurance and survival are now
threatened as the social fabric, their strength as a people, begins to
unravel.
As our meeting was drawing to a close, Husam suddenly
broached a new subject;
"The level of hate towards those behind the
siege -- Israelis and Americans -- is increasing. We need to show the
human face of people from the U.S."
His comment reminded me
that Samira and Suhail had also spoken about their desire to launch an
Internet program between young people in Rafah and teenagers in
Olympia, Washington, Rachel Corrie's hometown. In itself, there was
nothing shocking about the fact that anger towards Americans, whose
government strongly supported the siege and had also backed Fatah in
the internecine struggle in Gaza, was on the rise. If anything, what
was surprising, touching, and human was the urge of a few Palestinians
to challenge that hatred and put a human face on Americans.
Dr.
Abu Tawahina concluded with a sober warning;
"Empirical studies show
that collective punishment isn't limited to those who are directly
subjected to the punishment. It affects the international community as
well. What is happening now in Gaza may someday very well affect what
happens later in Europe and the United States."
Small Hope
Now,
back in the U.S., I stare at those images from just a few weeks ago of
Gazans flooding into Egypt. I feel myself on some threshold between
paralysis and hope -- anguished by the unending desperation that led to
the destruction of that wall and yet inspired by the way the Gazans
briefly broke their own siege.
Dr. Abu Tawahina, I believe, is
right. What we are allowing to occur in Gaza -- and we are allowing,
even facilitating, it -- will come back to haunt us. Still, despite all
the indicators of a society locked into an open-air prison giving in to
violence and possibly fragmenting internally past the point of
reconciliation, I hold onto a small hope. Perhaps those of us outside
that prison will be affected by more than the explosive rage that
inevitably comes from an effort to collectively crush 1.5 million
people into submission. Perhaps we will also be affected by the Gazans
who refuse to submit to their oppressors, be they from outside or
within. Ultimately, I hope we'll choose to stand in solidarity with
them.
Jen Marlowe, a documentary filmmaker and human rights
activist, is the author of Darfur Diaries: Stories of Survival (Nation
Books). She is now directing and editing her next film, Rebuilding
Hope, about South Sudan, and writing a book about Palestine and Israel.
Her most recent film was Darfur Diaries: Message from Home. She serves
on the board of directors of the Friends of the Jenin Freedom Theatre
and is a founding member of the Rachel's Words initiative. Her email
address is: jenmarlowe@hotmail.com