Mazin Qumsiyeh for Salem-News.com
The continuing saga of a Palestinian Professor who angered Israeli's by attending a peace demonstration, and visiting a local settlement to assess environmental health impacts.
This is the day of the protest; the Israeli soldier on the left tossed grenades toward Mazin and the other peace demonstrators. |
(BETHLEHEM) - (Forward by Tim King: Former Duke and Yale Professor Mazin Qumsiyeh is a Palestinian educator who teaches today at the University of Bethlehem, and has contributed articles to Salem-News.com. We have been following problems he has experienced since attending peace demonstrations at Beit Sahour, in a peaceful protest of the increased military presence and land reclamation activity. In the same time frame he, his wife and a graduate student were contacted by Israeli police while visiting the Salfit area where his student is doing a master's thesis on the impact of the Burqan Industrial settlements, on the health of the Palestinian villagers. Mazin has been on a U.S. tour and his home was stormed by Israeli troops in his absence, who demanded he show for court on a day that they knew he would still be in the U.S. He has now returned to Palestine, and files this report.)
It was hard to say goodbye to my wife and friends in the US. The last night was very meaningful as we were in New York seeing the performance of Najla Said, daughter of my friend and mentor, the late Professor Edward Said.
I cried while she was speaking because her words expressed deep emotions that I often felt but could not adequately express.
I was touched by her openness with her emotions about being, like her father, "out of place" living in New York but somehow connected to Palestine.
The play is simply called 'Palestine' and it ends with her saying that Palestine makes her cry! A truly powerful play.
Najla Said, reads from her play, of her life changing visit to Gaza as a teenager, with her Palestinian activist father, the late Edward Said, after he learned he had leukemia. |
On the flight from New York to Amman, I have time to ponder the past, the future, and the present. Questions race in my mind and most left unanswered. How did we end-up here? Did I reach out enough to those few individuals who came to my talk at Rutgers and Northeastern to defend Zionism? How do I show appreciation for those who came to support or who hosted me? What will happen in the next few weeks, to me and to Palestine? My thoughts are interrupted by the Delta pilot announcing that we will enter restricted airspace and that everyone is to return to their seat and buckle-up? The US citizen behind me comments as the stewardess passes that this must be a military base.
She says simply "we are passing over Israel". I think in my mind "same thing" and want to say it out loud but decide to not say anything.
We land in Amman around 5:00 p.m., and the officer at the passport control asks me how long I will be staying and I say I am leaving directly to Palestine. I chat with the taxi-driver, a Palestinian who never saw Palestine.
He tells me I should stay overnight and feels protective of me. I arrive at the Jordanian border controls and it is empty and I am quickly processed and I catch the bus smoothly. As the bus crosses the bridge into the occupied territories my heart beats a little faster.
At the first checkpoint before the passport control, I make a call to the lawyer. His phone is turned off. 30 minutes later we are about to disembark in front if the building with passport controls and I call again. No answer. I begin to sweat.
I call my sister and tell her to try to reach the lawyer. There are two friendly individuals who happen to be on the same bus. One of them teaches with me at Bethlehem University. When I give him my card, he just simply says "do not worry, it will be OK". I feel an inner peace that is hard to describe. I smile at him. I smile at the 3 year old child in the seat in front of me.
Half an hour later, my friends passed through and I am at the window being asked questions by a blond Ashkenazi young women who never smiles.
After examining my Palestinian document (issued by the Israeli ministry), and spending a few minutes at her computer, she demands I show her my American passport.
She asks a few more questions. She consults with the girl next to her, whispers something and points at the screen. The other girl says something like "kin, aval lo." yes but no.. I am still calm. She hands me back my American passport.
Three minutes later, she stamps and hands me back the other document. My friend who was waiting for me says "see I told you". I did not answer.
I am a bit confused. Questions rush through my head. What does this mean? Does it confirm the idea that they came to my house after I left so that I would be scared and not come back? Or was this because of the pressure from the letters from the senators office, from three congressmen, from many activists demanding that I be given safe passage? (see below). Or maybe there is yet another game I do not understand.
Maybe the Buddhist charm that a friend gave me for good luck worked and they simply missed me buy accident? Maybe they will come for me later? Emotions of relief are tempered by a deep anger at this whole affair. Whatever game is being played, it is sick and not amusing. I promise myself that I am not going to let it pass, I will follow my lawyer's advice and a) still go to see the military officer Sunday or Monday (after the weekend/Sabbath), b) still keep this issue public and publicized. I resolve to do more to support others who are less fortunate than I am. La lucha continua. I get home at 11:30 PM, tired and drained. My mother is waiting for me on the street. I kiss her cheeks and tears come to my face as Najla's words come to mine "Palestine makes me cry".
I will keep you informed of what happens next but for now I will call friends here to see where we are with planned activities of popular resistance. I will also prepare my lectures for tomorrow at Birzeit University and take it one day at a time occasionally reporting to you as before on life under occupation. I am truly grateful for and touched by all the letters of support. A petition was created and is posted at TheStuggle.org. There is even a facebook page which has now hundreds of members to support me: (facebook.com/group.php?gid=341498237214&ref=mf> and facebook.com/group.php?gid=341498237214&ref=mf).
This outpouring of love is hard to reciprocate but if there is anything I could ever do for any of you, please do not hesitate to ask. For example, I would love to host you in Palestine and show you around.
For now, I enjoy the simple pleasure of eating green almonds from my yard. And the journey continues of seeking to have "joyful participation in the sorrows of this world". Life under colonial occupation continues.
Negev human rights activist Nuri el Okbi was brought to the Be'er Sheba Magistrate's Court on many "charges" because he refuses to leave his land zope.gush-shalom.org/home/en/channels/press_releases/1267326280 zope.gush-shalom.org/home/en/channels/press_releases/1267326280/
Israel continues to intensify efforts at social engineering in the Negev as elsewhere to remove Palestinians from their land.
Mar-02-2010: Israel Does Not Give Peace a Chance - Tim King Salem-News.com
Mar-01-2010: Seeking Peace for Palestine - Mazin Qumsiyeh Salem-News.com
Feb-26-2010 : An Encounter with Israeli 'Police' - Mazin Qumsiyeh for Salem-News.com
Feb-21-2010: Israeli Troops Attack a Sunday Mass and Moral Responsibility - Mazin Qumsiyeh for Salem-News.com
With love to all. Mazin Qumsiyeh, PhD Popular Committee to Defend Ush Ghrab (PCDUG) A Bedouin in Cyberspace, a villager at home
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River to Sea
Uprooted Palestinian
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