1) Joggers.
2) Dogs on leashes.
3) Babies. In strollers and in bellies. So many babies.

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An illegal settlement just outside of Bethlehem. |
Recently, I was in the 24, an “Arab bus,” going to Checkpoint 300, the
ominous cement pen that serves as an entrance/exit/barrier to and from Bethlehem. I was sitting next to a hajja, an elderly woman, and we were going through Jerusalem. The bus stopped to let on passengers. Then it pulled over. A
random inspection. The driver got down, and an Israeli soldier boarded the bus.
She barely even opened her mouth. Her presence spoke for itself, demanding that
everyone present identification & a permit or ID allowing their presence in
Israel. I pulled out my blue and gold passport. She didn’t check to see if it
was actually mine. She didn’t check to see if my visa was still valid. They
rarely do. The hajja did not let the
soldier’s presence turn her into a docile citizen. She let the soldier come all
the way to her, and ask for her ID before pulling it out of her
breast pocket. A small act of resistance.
That was the third random check I’ve experienced in the past
week, and up until the past week I’ve never seen one happen inside Israel (granted, I’ve gone
between al-Quds and Bethlehem a lot more in the past week than ever before). These random “inspections” serve to intimidate
and dehumanize Palestinians, reminding them, once again, that they are not free
in their own land, they are all viewed as “potential terrorists” and they are
living under occupation.
Living under occupation.
Living under occupation.
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The Apartheid Wall cutting into Bethlehem to surround Rachel's Tomb |
Random military outposts. Checkpoints. Makeshift checkpoints
they weren’t there yesterday. Military tower. Walls. Barbed wire. Soldiers with
guns. Another random military outpost. Another wall. More soldiers with guns. Did you notice, my right eye says to my left eye, that the walls are
always built to hug, to squeeze, to choke the towns that are dotted with the
minarets of mosques? Did you notice, how the green spaces, the groves, the
valleys, are always on the other side? And how, on the other side of the green
spaces, the groves, the valleys are the uniform houses, little boxes on the
hillsides, with their blue and white flags? Living under occupation. My eyes are learning to read the landscape.
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the Aida refugee camp mosque |
Palestinians from the West Bank and Gaza need permits to go
into Israel. Even though the Green Line runs directly through al-Quds and well north of Bethlehem, skirting the
southern part of the city, the Apartheid Wall is a tight hat squeezed
onto Bethlehem, and “Israel” starts after the Wall. There are several massive
illegal settlements that occupy space between Jerusalem and Bethlehem, well
beyond the Green Line. Some Palestinians get work permits and commute to
al-Quds. Some receive short-term permissions for religious holidays. My friend
Ibrahim got a 2-week permit for a Christian fest time. It arrived in the mail the day
before it expired. Another time, Ibrahim applied for a day-long permit to take
an exam in Jerusalem as part of an application to a German academic program. Despite
having letters from the university, he was denied the permission. The bottom
line is that many, many more Palestinians don’t
receive permits than those who do. Some Palestinians, mostly men, who don't get permits, work in al-Quds illegally, finding ways to get past the wall, to gain access to higher wages and, often, more work opportunities.
Post and photos by Jesse.