OH  LITTLE  TOWN  OF  BETHLEHEM !!   XMAS  2002

Oh Little Town of Bethlehem,
how still we see thee lie;
Above thy deep and restless sleep,
a missile glideth by.
And over dark streets soundeth
the mortar’s deadly roar
While children weep in shallow sleep
for friends who are no more.

How silently, how silently
their hope has gone away.
No laughter rings; no choir sings
in shepherds’ field this day
The angels in the heaven are
hushed in sad lament.
Messiah’s home has been burned down
by those to whom He was sent.

Oh sing for wholly innocents who
hurled a hopeless stone.
Who ran from tank, who, wounded,
sank in gutters all alone.
Their eyes by bullet blinded,
their lungs by gasses burned.
In sad exile, the Holy Child knows
Herod has returned.

O Holy Child of Bethlehem,
descend to us we pray.
Your love bring down on David’s town;
Drive fear and hate away.

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Emily Jacir 2000

Awake the ire of nations,
let justice be restored.
Rebuild the peace in silent streets
where once your love was born.
   

Poem by Don Hinchley
Littleton, Colorado,



SITUATION IN BETHLEHEM
- 2002

The Other Side of Bethlehem:

Andre Dabdoub - Bethlehem, April 17,2002

This is a first-hand report of the scene in Bethlehem on Thursday, April 17, 2002. I have seen this with my own eyes--there is no exaggeration whatsoever. Please read, pass on, and whenever possible publish for the world to see what has happened to the little town of Bethlehem where barbaric destruction is underway by the Israeli occupying forces of Sharon.

Any person visiting Bethlehem nowadays would not really believe that this same city of the nativity had undergone a comprehensive multi-million dollar facelift between 1997 and 2000  in preparation for the millennium. This facelift revamped the whole city from the colonial destruction and neglect of the previous 30 years. Today, alas, this colonial destruction is restored. Once more the Israeli occupying forces have managed to crush the overall infrastructure of the city best known for its biblical center as the acclaimed birthplace of Jesus. Yesterday, Thursday, April 18, was the 17th day of the Israeli reoccupation of the city since the last incursion. Yesterday was also the fifth time that the curfew imposed on the city since April 2 has been lifted. Yesterday, I decided to go around town, more for sightseeing purposes than for provisioning; and what a sight it was!!

I wished I had a camera to chronicle and document what I saw. Because the curfew is usually lifted for 2-3 hours every four to five days, the streets usually bustle with shoppers at the same time. These however are not the everyday shoppers that any person leading a normal life knows; instead they are hungry shoppers who are practically elbowing their ways through bakeries, groceries, and even suks (vegetable markets) in an attempt to manage to get that last loaf of bread, or the last cup of expired yogurt or pierced can of powdered milk, or even that last wilted small cucumber or tomato.

Statue of the Virgin Mary atop the Holy Family Chapel pock marked with shrapnel holes from Israeli tank fire.

In one bakery in Beit Jala, people were given a serial number with the number of bundles they require and waited in line for their turn. Latecomers left empty-handed as bread ran out before their turn came. Shoppers, I noticed, were either left with some money and were buying whatever they can provision; or else, they were running short of money and were bargaining with some opportunist merchants to get the most with the little they were left with; others yet waited until they got last of the supplies which were stale and unfit for human consumption but still paid half or third of the original price to get them; and there were those by-standers who just stared and watched and were unable to even collect the remnants of thrown away food. Obviously, all luxury-item selling shops were closed since people are only concerned with their daily bread at this crucial economic stage.

On the sides of the roads, garbage containers either lay tank-crushed or else, if they were still intact were full to the rim, and high heaps of garbage stacked around them. At the main garbage container at the southern entrance of the Azzeh refugee camp, one lane of the two-lane street was covered with stacked garbage forcing cars to drive around them. In other areas of the city, people have established garbage collection sites at virtual location, creating a precedent for future dumping. From a distance, I could see scattered clouds of smoke vanishing in the cool spring skies. These turned out to be incinerating sights of uncollected garbage.

Further to the south, and along the Jerusalem-Hebron road that runs alongside the Dheisheh refugee camp, the site of the garbage was even more horrifying. The unattended scattered garbage ran for hundreds of meters with parts of the lane on one side totally blocked. The rotten smell of the garbage was mixed agreeably with that of the running sewers since it seemed to me that the whole drainage system in that area was totally destroyed. The tires of my car still carry this mixture of aroma.

The damages also reached a number of electric poles. Some of these poles originally stood silent at the side of the streets carrying electric current and phone tone to the city; the other poles centered in the middle of the main streets and which were recently erected played a more interactive role by illuminating the quiet streets of that little town of Bethlehem. Traffic lights, which were first introduced to Bethlehem in 1987 at the start of the first Intifada but were never operational, and were once more reintroduced in 1989, added an extra light effect to the nights of Bethlehem. But now, some of these once essential posts were no longer. Many had been run down and over by the hundreds of Israeli military vehicles that have ceaselessly de virginized the city. Others were hanging loose from the electric wiring, standing literally in the air. Still others that were partially knocked down, and which stand on a thin, shattered parts of their bases, risk the danger of collapsing causing possible damage to adjacent buildings, parked cars, or even the occasional pedestrian. All this damage caused to the poles has paralyzed the surrounding area where they are located. Technicians from the telephone or the electricity companies cannot repair the damage because of the curfew. Many people that I have spoken to have not had electricity for over thirteen days. Yesterday, our home phone and hundreds of others in the city, I am sure has been damaged for a similar period.

Driving through the heavily armored streets armored with Israeli tanks, personnel carriers and jeeps, all patrolled and surveyed from the air by American made Israeli Apaches one cannot help but notice the massive destruction to buildings and parked cars from the heavy shelling. Shattered windows, destroyed walls, pierced water tanks, and tank-crushed cars are all within eye distance and reach from every passer-by. I passed a number of moving cars, of which one was a Red Crescent ambulance; they all had missing windshields or side windows.

Even trees that have been planted to add beauty to the city were not spared. Broken branches and leaves mixed with the dust and the flying empty plastic bags in the streets. Exhausted, many of the familiar faces I saw just had this look of desperation.

Since the incursion, all businesses including postal services and banks have been closed and people have not gone to work since then. Many might not get paid soon, and others might never return to their jobs. A number of businesses would most likely shut down their operations. The money available with the people would soon run out and they would have nothing to buy food with. Passing in front of two major banks on Manger Street, I noticed they were open. I assumed they opened to try to make cash available to and in the disposition of the very few who are left with money in their accounts. When I looked inside the bank, they were almost empty. People, I realized have started to run out of money.

When I called into check on a next-door neighbor, his wife who answered the phone, beseeched for some food. She said they do not have money her husband and his four brothers have been out of work since the incursion and they have been left with no money to feed the whole family of 20 members or so. So I collected some of the canned food and rice I had stored at home, and bought some of the available vegetables in the market and handed them to her. Thankfully she took the bags from and insinuated that they had also run out of cooking gas. So I took one of the two butane tanks I have at home and delivered it to them. I wonder how will they manage next time!!

As the time for the imposition of the curfew drew nearer, I headed home. In mind was the image imprinted of the city and the destruction that has befallen it. With a quick calculation, I thought to myself that the city will require one whole year with round the clock work to be restored to the state it was in before the first incursion back in August of last year, with the assumption that all necessary material, equipment, vehicles, manpower, and money needed for the renovation are at the immediate disposal (and with no shortage whatsoever at any time) of the municipality and the Local Government and provided that there is 100% efficiency in the implementation of the restoration process.

Amidst all of this chaos in town and the preoccupation of the Palestinians in their day-to-day survival, the Israeli government was quickly and surely going ahead in the continuous confiscation of the Palestinian land at the northern most borders of Bethlehem with Jerusalem. The Israeli army bulldozers are undergoing a major facelift to create a highway that connects the two Israeli settlements founded on the Palestinian lands of Al Malha and Abu Ghneim (named Gilo and Har Homa by Israel upon confiscation in 1967 and 1992 respectively) and a multi kilometer fence that runs from west to east separating Bethlehem from Jerusalem.

All of this is happening under the unexplained and unjustified silence of the international community, the Islamic and Christian worlds, and the so-called peace-seeking countries.

With all of these thoughts boomeranging through my mind, I realized that the sounds of vehicles outside was diminishing as people were rushing to reach home before the curfew is imposed once more. Only the sounds of my cars tires rubbing against the marks left by the Israeli tanks and army vehicles could be heard. It is such a disturbing sound and such a useless way for tires to wear and tear. Maybe the one-year period I was referring to for the restoration of the city is not enough. Lets say maybe two year.

Bethlehem under Israeli guns

By Christine Hauser - Reuters

 
Smoke billows over the West Bank town of Bethlehem Saturday after a building near the Syrian Church, center, was hit twice with a shell. (photo by Peter Dejong/AP)

BETHLEHEM — Palestinian Christians held a service inside Bethlehem's Church of the Nativity compound on Sunday, surrounded by Israeli occupation troops and tanks in a week-long standoff.

“We have done a little mass for those of us who are in the chapel,” Father Amjad Sabbara told Reuters by telephone from inside the Catholic Church in the Nativity compound. “There were 10 persons. Our congregation in Bethlehem is 5,000.”

Israeli soldiers, tanks, and armoured troop carriers have surrounded Manger Square where the churches are located and declared it a closed military zone, preventing journalists and residents from approaching.

On Sunday, Israeli soldiers bellowed through loud hailers for the Palestinians inside the church, some of them armed, to come out, alleging they would not be harmed.

The tolling of church bells was interspersed with the sharp crack of gunfire. Israeli tanks and armour groaned up the hilly streets, belching exhaust as they passed battle-damaged shops and houses.

Sabbara said the Palestinians inside the church had told the priests they were members of the Palestinian security forces, tourism police and church guards. There were also civilians inside with them, Sabbara said.

“We see them speaking to each other. We are giving them food from our supplies. They are sleeping in the basilica,” he said. “They are planning to leave when the problem is solved. They have said they can't make a decision without a decision from Arafat. It should be between the two governments.”

Palestinian President Yasser Arafat is in the West Bank town of Ramallah, pinned down in his headquarters by Israeli troops.

Sabbara said that he could not see the square because he was afraid to look out the window. He said another priest was recently shot at when he tried to do so, and the bullet hit the window but the priest was unharmed.

“It was the Israelis, they are the only ones outside. From time to time we hear shooting and... grenades.”

Israeli soldiers have told Reuters that there are Palestinian snipers still on rooftops. The soldiers completely control the streets, darting from corner to corner with their rifles pointed upwards.

“It's a critical situation. We have Palestinians inside the basilica and Israelis surrounding it,” Sabbara said. “We are afraid one of the two will make a mistake. It will be a massacre.”

Israeli tanks and troop carriers rolling down manger street past bombed buildings and destroyed shops, sidewalks and facilities.

Palestinians imprisoned in homes.

Israeli tanks clog the narrow passageways from all sides leading to the square in Bethlehem's old city district. At night, some of them sleep in Palestinian homes, shepherding residents into one room.

Israeli soldiers with detailed photographic maps of Bethlehem tucked into their uniforms go house-to-house in search of weapons, asking residents if there are any Palestinians from outside town.

One occupation soldier said they found bags of weapons and ammunition placed outside on the streets, apparently by Palestinians afraid the soldiers would find the arms in their homes.

Soldiers said they had also found at least one homemade mortar as well as petrol bombs.

The priest Mitri Raheb walked through the stone-paved streets of the old district, checking to see if food supplies had arrived for Palestinians sheltering in homes under curfew.

On Sunday at midday, one week after Easter, the 40-year-old cleric said he should have been delivering a sermon to a congregation of about 100 in the Lutheran Church.

“The gospel for this day is a gospel taken from John about eight days after the resurrection,” said Raheb. “The first disciples were behind closed doors, fearing for their lives.

“It seems what we are facing today is something similar. The Christians in Bethlehem have to stay behind closed doors. We hear (in the gospel) Christ came to them through closed doors.

“The door to the church (compound) has been damaged by tank shelling. Even if people came today it's stuck,” said Raheb, standing outside the gates of the Lutheran Church, its door marked with an `X' spray-painted by Israeli soldiers indicating that they would not enter it during searches.

“It's a symbol of the situation here. You don't see any window of opportunity any more,” Raheb said.

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