I spent Tuesday inside a cage. Not my usual
way to spend a sunny Tuesday ~ but for the Palestinian farmers I was with, this
is routine.
This is because their land happens to be near
the illegal Israeli settlement of Ariel ~ in fact, it is in the Israeli imposed
‘buffer zone’ between the largest settlement in the West Bank and the
surrounding Palestinian villages ~ of course, the buffer zone is created out of
land outside of the settlement, effectively grabbing yet more land from the
Palestinians.
Many olive trees are trapped in this ‘buffer
zone’ between a fence on one side and Ariel on the other. So, during the
Palestinian olive harvest, the villagers who own the land must ask for Israeli
permission to access their own trees ~ as is typical across the West Bank.
However, they have a second hurdle to cross, as their trees are behind this
fence, the soldiers need to let them in and out every morning and evening.
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The gate is meant to be opened at six every
morning, during the 20 days that villagers have permission to pick olives
inside the cage ~ some farmers have to set off from home before 5am to get
there on time to be allowed in.
Five soldiers deigned to grace us with their
presence at around 6.15, zooming down their patrol road in a military jeep.
They opened the first gate onto the road, then past the rolls and rolls of
barbed wire separating this from the next gate, eventually coming down to
permit access to the sixty Palestinians, who were waiting patiently outside, as
the sun rose over the hill.
The soldiers took the ID card of every person
who passed, impatiently gesturing at people to hurry up with their guns. When
we had all crossed the patrol road and into the third gate into the cage-proper,
the door slammed shut behind us. We were locked inside until 4pm, when the
soldiers would come and release us.
This length of time has severe implications
for the farmers picking inside the cage ~ if anyone is ill or gets injured over
the course of the day, there is no guarantee that medical help would be able to
reach them.
Children can’t join their families picking
olives after school.
If families don’t pick their olives within the
permission time, they will lose them.
Multiple trips can’t be made during the day ~
any olives that need to be removed have to be taken in one go at the end of the
day ~ and this can be a lot.
More than anything, the loss of autonomy and
control over your own life and livelihood is devastating.
The family that I was picking with didn’t
actually own the land ~ they rented it from another family who live in a
village very near to the land. However, because of the cage, it would take them
around three hours to reach their trees.
So although the majority of Palestinian
families have a deep connection to their trees and their land, this family
needed to sacrifice this for the practicality of allowing someone who lives
closer to farm their land.
Actually picking the olives was trouble free.
We saw one settler, jogging past on the other side of the fence ~ apparently
there are sports fields there.
At the end of the day, we walked the forty
minutes back to the gate and waited for the soldiers to let us back out. This
time, they called people one by one, handing them back their ID cards. This
took rather a long time.
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At the end, there was one woman left ~ for several tense minutes, the soldiers couldn’t find her ID card and held her back. Her relief was tangible when it was found, and she was allowed to follow the rest of her family out of the cage. Palestinians need their ID cards for all aspects of their daily life, to have it go missing would be a big problem.
Israel aims to humiliate and control the
Palestinian farmers ~ with great dignity, patience and steadfastness, the
Palestinians gather their olives year after year, waiting until the moment when
they will break free from the cages.
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