Gideon Levy e Alex Levac : Un villaggio palestinese sotto assedio: nessuno può uscire, nemmeno un bambino con paralisi cerebrale
Un villaggio palestinese sotto assedio: nessuno può uscire, nemmeno un bambino con paralisi cerebrale
(Suzanne Tarawa con il figlio, Mahmoud, al posto di blocco di Sa'ir)
Un villaggio palestinese sotto assedio: nessuno può uscire,
nemmeno un bambino con paralisi cerebrale
Dopo che alcuni colpi sono stati sparati contro israeliani alla
guida nei pressi di Sa'ir, lo scorso
fine settimana, l'esercito israeliano ha collocato 20.000 abitanti del villaggio
della Cisgiordania sotto un blocco a tempo indeterminato.
Gideon Levy e Alex Levac
Il virus israelo-americano Stuxnet ha lanciato una guerra
mondiale informatica?
Nessun incitamento per una città palestinese ad odiare
Israele. La madre si avvicina il posto di blocco, a piedi, nel calore del
giorno, portando Mahmud tra le braccia con evidente difficoltà. Non ha un
passeggino. Mahmud non può stare in piedi; indossa i tutori. Ha tre anni e
mezzo, è affetto da paralisi cerebrale, il risultato di un insufficiente
apporto di ossigeno al cervello durante la nascita. Ancora una volta in questo
giorno, come in quello precedente, i soldati delle Forze di Difesa israeliane
li fermano e si rifiutano di consentire loro di lasciare il villaggio,
Sa'ir, a nord est di Hebron - nonostante la vista della madre stanca e il suo
ragazzo disabile con il suo corpo spezzato, che non è in grado sia di parlare sia
di controllare i suoi movimenti.
Ma
oggi, lunedì di questa settimana, il tenente Yaniv è in
servizio al posto di blocco e lui, almeno, parla dolcemente e
gentilmente alle
centinaia di palestinesi che stanno cercando di entrare o uscire dalla
città assediata, - non abbaia contro di loro nel modo consueto
al posto di blocco. Circa 20.000 persone sono state poste sotto assedio
questa
settimana, sulla scia dell’incidente di sabato, in cui i colpi sono
stati
sparati a una coppia israeliana con sei figli, che stavano guidando
verso
l'insediamento cisgiordano di Tekoa; il padre è stato ferito
leggermente.
Negli ultimi giorni della settimana, lo sparatore non era
stato preso, e l’assedio era ancora in vigore. Il sospetto che si fosse
rifugiato a Sa'ir era sufficiente per imprigionare alcune decine di migliaia di
persone. A nessuno è permesso di uscire, nemmeno a un bambino con paralisi
cerebrale e alla madre per recarsi in una clinica in un villaggio vicino.
Nel tardo pomeriggio. Un sole cocente. Su entrambi i lati del
posto di blocco improvvisato che ha trasformato questa città in una gigante gabbia
ci sono lunghe file di automobili, i loro autisti arrabbiati e frustrati in
piedi accanto a loro, impotenti. Di tanto in tanto si comincia a gridare; di
tanto in tanto qualcuno cerca di blandire i soldati a lasciarli passare, ma
senza alcun risultato, naturalmente. Questo posto di controllo è una miscela
tipica di abbandono, mucchi di sporcizia e spazzatura, blocchi di cemento
sparsi in modo casuale lungo la strada, strisce di chiodi, due soldati, un
ufficiale e un contenitore d’acqua per l’esercito. Gli ordini sono fluidi -
l'IDF non è altro se non un esercito dinamico - ed oggi l’entrata a Sa'ir è
permessa, l'uscita è vietata. Ieri l’ingresso è stato consentito, ma solo a
piedi; oggi anche i veicoli sono autorizzati a entrare. La chiusura è stata
facilitato, ma l'uscita è assolutamente vietata, senza eccezioni. Il tenente
Yaniv spiega a ogni autista e pedoni che arrivano al posto di controllo che se
entrano non potranno poi uscire, non si sa per quanto tempo.
"Hotel California" degli Eagles viene in mente:
"Si può controllare a piacimento, / ma non si può mai uscire."
Alcuni di quelli che volevano entrare in macchina ci ripensano,
girano e se ne vanno, altri tentano la fortuna e passano in città - semirimorchi diretti alle
cave di Sa'ir, camion che trasportano rifornimenti, taxi collettivi e auto
private i cui conducenti devono arrendersi davanti a ordini draconiani.
Sull'altro lato del punto di controllo tutti i veicoli vengono respinti, così
pure i pedoni. Le famiglie, gli anziani, i bambini. Bloccati.
(Traduzione di Diego Siragusa)
A Palestinian Village Under Siege: No One Can Leave, Not Even a Child With Cerebral Palsy
She approaches the
checkpoint, on foot, in the heat of the day, carrying Mahmud in her arms
with obvious difficulty. She doesn’t have a stroller. Mahmud can’t
stand up; he wears leg braces. Three-and-a-half years old, he’s crippled
by cerebral palsy, the result of an insufficient oxygen supply to his
brain during his birth. Again on this day, as on the previous one,
Israel Defense Forces soldiers stop them and refuse to allow them to
leave their village, Sa’ir, northeast of Hebron – despite the sight of
the weary mother and her disabled boy with his broken body, who is
unable either to talk or to control his movements.
But
today, Monday of this week, Lt. Yaniv is on duty at the checkpoint and
he, at least, speaks softly and politely to the hundreds of Palestinians
who are trying to enter or leave the locked-down town – he doesn’t bark
at them in the usual checkpoint manner. Some 20,000 people were placed under siege this week, in the wake of the incident last Saturday, in which shots were fired at an Israeli couple with six children who were driving toward the West Bank settlement of Tekoa; the father was moderately wounded.
As
of midweek, the shooter had not been caught, and the closure was still
in place. The suspicion that he had fled to Sa’ir was enough to imprison
tens of thousands. No one is allowed to leave, not even a child with
cerebral palsy and his mother, who are on the way to a clinic in a
neighboring village.
Late
afternoon. A broiling-hot sun. On both sides of the makeshift
checkpoint that has turned this town into a giant cage are long lines of
cars, their angry and frustrated drivers standing next to them,
helpless. Occasionally one starts to shout; once in a while someone
tries to cajole the soldiers to let them through, but to no avail, of
course. This checkpoint is a typical mixture of neglect, piles of dirt
and garbage, concrete blocks strewn randomly along the road, strips of
spikes, two soldiers, an officer and an army-issue water container. The
orders are fluid – the IDF is nothing if not a dynamic army – and today
entry into Sa’ir is permitted, exit is forbidden. Yesterday entry was
permitted but only on foot; today vehicles are allowed to enter, too.
The closure has been eased. But exit is absolutely forbidden, no
exceptions. Lt. Yaniv explains to every driver and pedestrian who
arrives at the checkpoint that if they go in they will not be able to
leave, no one knows for how long.
The Eagles’ “Hotel California” comes to mind: “You can check out any time you like, / But you can never leave.”
Some
of those who wanted to enter in a car think better of it, turn around
and leave, others take their chances and pass through into the town –
semitrailers heading for Sa’ir’s quarries, trucks carrying provisions,
shared taxis and private cars whose drivers are at a loss in the face of
the draconian orders. On the other side of the checkpoint all the
vehicles are being turned back, as are pedestrians. Families, the aged,
children. Lockdown.
On
Sunday, Suzanne Tarawa arrived at the checkpoint with Mahmud in a
shared taxi at about 3 P.M., just as she did the next day. A field
researcher of the Israeli human rights organization B’Tselem, Musa
Abu-Hashhash, was at the checkpoint and captured the goings-on with his
video camera. A soldier at the checkpoint is seen walking back and
forth, or standing with legs apart, hands on hips, speaking in a lordly
tone, “Now you are six meters from me. Get it? Sababa [terrific].” The
sababa did not last long.
Suzanne
approached the soldiers, pointed at her son and explained that she had
to get to the clinic and that the toddler cannot walk or even stand up.
“Go back,” the soldier ordered. The negotiations with him went on for
almost two hours, under the blazing sun. At one point he told her to go
home and bring him her son’s birth certificate. He promised that if she
did, he’d let her through. “Why a birth certificate?” she asked. “Don’t
you see his condition?” The soldier replied, “Without a birth
certificate, he will not go through. Go get it.” She had no way to go
back home. She asked the soldier who would pay for the trip. That was of
no interest to him, he replied.
In
the meantime, a car with Israeli plates arrived at the checkpoint from
the Sa’ir side of the checkpoint. The soldier offered the driver a deal:
If he drove Suzanne home and then back with her son’s birth
certificate, he’d let him leave, too. Mother and son got into the car
and left. While Abu-Hashhash waited for them to return, he met a truck
driver who was on his way to the Allenby Bridge – the border terminal
between the West Bank and Jordan – in order to get a shipment of cement,
but had been stuck at the checkpoint for 16 hours and had nowhere to go
with his truck.
Suzanne
returned with the requisite birth certificate. The soldier called his
commanding officer, then told them they still could not leave, because
the child did not have an entry permit. The same for the driver, despite
all the promises.
Later
on Abu-Hashhash said he was fearful for the little boy’s life. In the
field researcher's video, Mahmud looks semi-conscious, pale, gaping,
apathetic. His mother placed him on a stone wall near the road, exposed
to the sun, next to the checkpoint, so she could tighten his leg brace.
Mahmud started to cry.
After
a time, a Palestinian ambulance arrived on the way out of Sa’ir. The
soldiers delayed the driver for half an hour, because the vehicle was
empty. But now they noticed that Mahmud’s condition – he was still lying
on the stone wall – was deteriorating. They agreed to let the ambulance
take mother and child to the clinic. Some two hours had passed since
they first arrived at the checkpoint.
We
met Suzanne and Mahmud at the checkpoint on Monday. Again, they were
not allowed to leave, and we were not allowed to enter, but Lt. Yaniv
let us converse with her. Suzanne related that in the clinic the day
before it took Mahmud time to recover. He was suffering from muscle
cramps and was trembling. During the night, he had woken up, unusually,
three times and cried, apparently from fear.
It’s
heartrending to watch the video of Mahmud crying at the checkpoint,
while the soldier stands next to him, totally oblivious. “Back off,” a
female soldier shouts at Abu-Hashhash as he films the scene. A woman in
an advanced state of pregnancy was also not allowed to leave.
The IDF Spokesperson’s Unit stated, in response
to a query from Haaretz: "The incident in question will be investigated
and [proper] conclusions will be drawn."
“There
is none but Him,” reads a sticker on a settler’s car that passes by on
the main road to Hebron. The expressions on the faces of the Palestinian
drivers who have been delayed at the checkpoint for hours, since we got
here, alternate between helplessness, disgust, despair and rage. A
soldier gestures to another approaching car: road closed. “This road
leads to a Palestinian locale. Entry for Israeli civilians is
dangerous,” reads a red sign. Someone has smeared a yellow Star of David
on one of the concrete blocks.
Lt.
Yaniv is worn out, too. He lives in Azur, near Tel Aviv. An officer in
the Kfir Brigade, which is permanently assigned to the West Bank, he has
six-hour shifts. We praise him for his attitude toward the local
residents. “They are citizens like you and me,” he says in response. The
driver of a truck carrying bottles of mineral water is engaged in a
loud argument over the phone: His employer wants him to enter the town
but the driver is afraid he’ll get stuck there. Another family arrives
on foot. “We live on the other side of the road,” they say, pointing in
desperation, before being turned back by the soldiers.
Here’s
another misunderstanding that might end in tears: Some drivers think
that the soldier was saying that if they park their car at the
checkpoint and cross over on foot, they will be able to leave again.
Wrong.
Suzanne
is carrying Mahmud in her arms. Again she sits him on the stone wall
where he lay for hours the day before. The boy’s head is bent over, his
eyes are fixed on the road, as though wanting to avoid looking at the
soldiers and the checkpoint. He’s pale, very thin, a small boy with
spindly arms and legs, unable to speak a word, though his mother says he
understands a great deal. He stirs compassion. Suzanne tries to stand
him up to show us his condition, but instantly, he begins to slip from
her hands. She adjusts her son’s leg brace again before the two, mother
and son, turn around, and start to make their way back home.
Gideon Levy
Haaretz Correspondent
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