{"id":11979,"date":"2008-12-29T09:41:05","date_gmt":"2008-12-29T08:41:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/2008\/12\/29\/gaza-today-this-is-only-the-beginning\/"},"modified":"2011-08-26T12:52:45","modified_gmt":"2011-08-26T10:52:45","slug":"gaza-today-this-is-only-the-beginning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/2008\/12\/29\/gaza-today-this-is-only-the-beginning\/","title":{"rendered":"Gaza today: &#8216;This is only the beginning&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href='https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/12\/0001230413382gaza_massacre_5.jpg' title='0001230413382gaza_massacre_5.jpg'><img src='https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/12\/0001230413382gaza_massacre_5.jpg' alt='0001230413382gaza_massacre_5.jpg' \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Gaza today: &#8216;This is only the beginning&#8217;<br \/>\nBy Ewa Jasiewicz<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nAs I write this, Israeli jets are bombing the areas of Zeitoun and Rimal<br \/>\nin central Gaza City. The family I am staying with has moved into the<br \/>\ninternal corridor of their home to shelter from the bombing. The windows<br \/>\nnearly blew out just five minutes ago as a massive explosion rocked the<br \/>\nhouse. Apache\u2019s are hovering above us, whilst F16s sear overhead.<\/p>\n<p>UN radio reports say one blast was a target close to the main gate of Al<br \/>\nShifa hospital \u2013 Gaza and Palestine\u2019s largest medical facility. Another<br \/>\nwas a plastics factory. More bombs continue to pound the Strip.<\/p>\n<p>Sirens are wailing on the streets outside. Regular power cuts that plunge<br \/>\nthe city into blackness every night and tonight is no exception. Only<br \/>\nperhaps tonight it is the darkest night people have seen here in their<br \/>\nlifetimes.<\/p>\n<p>Over 220 people have been killed and over 400 injured through attacks that<br \/>\nshocked the strip in the space 15 minutes. Hospitals are overloaded and<br \/>\nunable to cope. These attacks come on top of existing conditions of<br \/>\nhumanitarian crisis: a lack of medicines, bread, flour, gas, electricity,<br \/>\nfuel and freedom of movement.<\/p>\n<p>Doctors at Shifaa had to scramble together 10 make shift operating<br \/>\ntheatres to deal with the wounded. The hospital\u2019s maternity ward had to<br \/>\ntransform their operating room into an emergency theatre. Shifaa only had<br \/>\n12 beds in their intensive care unit, they had to make space for 27 today.<\/p>\n<p>There is a shortage of medicine \u2013 over 105 key items are not in stock, and<br \/>\nblood and spare generator parts are desperately needed.<\/p>\n<p>Shifaa\u2019s main generator is the life support machine of the entire<br \/>\nhospital. It\u2019s the apparatus keeping the ventilators and monitors and<br \/>\nlights turned on that keep people inside alive. And it doesn\u2019t have the<br \/>\nspare parts it needs, despite the International Committee for the Red<br \/>\nCross urging Israel to allow it to transport them through Erez checkpoint.<\/p>\n<p>Shifaa\u2019s Head of Casualty, Dr Maowiye Abu Hassanyeh explained, \u2018We had<br \/>\nover 300 injured in over 30 minutes. There were people on the floor of the<br \/>\noperating theatre, in the reception area, in the corridors; we were<br \/>\nsending patients to other hospitals. Not even the most advanced hospital<br \/>\nin the world could cope with this number of casualties in such a short<br \/>\nspace of time.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>And as IOF Chief of Staff Lieutenant-General Gabi Ashkenaz said this<br \/>\nmorning, \u2018This is only the beginning.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>But this isn\u2019t the beginning, this is an ongoing policy of collective<br \/>\npunishment and killing with impunity practised by Israel for decades. It<br \/>\nhas seen its most intensified level today. But the weight of dread,<br \/>\nrevenge and isolation hangs thick over Gaza today. People are all asking:<br \/>\nIf this is only the beginning, what will the end look like?<\/p>\n<p>11.30am<br \/>\nMyself and Alberto Acre, a Spanish journalist, had been on the border<br \/>\nvillage of Sirej near Khan Younis in the south of the strip. We had driven<br \/>\nthere at 8am with the mobile clinic of the Union of Palestinian Relief<br \/>\nCommittees. The clinic regularly visits exposed, frequently raided<br \/>\nvillages far from medical facilities.  We had been interviewing residents<br \/>\nabout conditions on the border. Stories of olive groves and orange groves,<br \/>\nfamily farmland, bulldozed to make way for a clear line of sight for<br \/>\nIsraeli occupation force watch towers and border guards. Israeli attacks<br \/>\nwere frequent. Indiscriminate fire and shelling spraying homes and land on<br \/>\nthe front line of the south eastern border. One elderly farmer showed us<br \/>\nthe grave-size ditch he had dug to climb into when Israeli soldiers would<br \/>\nshoot into his fields.<\/p>\n<p>Alberto was interviewing a family that had survived an Israeli missile<br \/>\nattack on their home last month. It had been a response to rocket fire<br \/>\nfrom resistance fighters nearby. Four fighters were killed in a field by<br \/>\nthe border. Israel had rained rockets and M16 fire back. The family,<br \/>\ncaught in the crossfire, have never returned to their home.<\/p>\n<p>I was waiting for Alberto to return when ground shaking thuds tilted us<br \/>\noff our feet. This was the sound of surface to air fired missiles and F16<br \/>\nbombs slamming into the police stations, and army bases of the Hamas<br \/>\nauthority here. In Gaza City , in Diere Balah, Rafah, Khan Younis, Beit<br \/>\nHanoon.<\/p>\n<p>We zoomed out of the village in our ambulance, and onto the main road to<br \/>\nGaza City , before jumping out to film the smouldering remains of a police<br \/>\nstation in Diere Balah, near Khan Younis. Its\u2019 name &#8211; meaning &#8216;place of<br \/>\ndates&#8217; &#8211; sounds like the easy semi-slang way of saying \u2018take care\u2019, Diere<br \/>\nBala, Diere Balak \u2013 take care.<\/p>\n<p>Eyewitnesses said two Israeli missiles had destroyed the station. One had<br \/>\nsoared through a children\u2019s playground and a busy fruit and vegetable<br \/>\nmarket before impacting on its target.<\/p>\n<p>Civilians Dead<br \/>\nThere was blood on a broken plastic yellow slide, and a crippled, dead<br \/>\ndonkey with an upturned vegetable cart beside it. Aubergines and<br \/>\nsplattered blood covered the ground. A man began to explain in broken<br \/>\nEnglish what had happened. \u2018It was full here, full, three people dead,<br \/>\nmany many injured\u2019. An elderly man with a white kuffiyeh around his head<br \/>\nthrew his hands down to his blood drenched trousers. \u2018Look! Look at this!<br \/>\nShame on all governments, shame on Israel, look how they kills us, they<br \/>\nare killing us and what does the world do? Where is the world, where are<br \/>\nthey, we are being killed here, hell upon them!\u2019 He was a market trader,<br \/>\npresent during the attack.<\/p>\n<p>He began to pick up splattered tomatoes he had lost from his cart, picking<br \/>\nthem up jerkily, and putting them into plastic bags, quickly. Behind a<br \/>\nsmall tile and brick building, a man was sitting against the wall, his<br \/>\nlegs were bloodied. He couldn\u2019t get up and was sitting, visibly in pain<br \/>\nand shock, trying to adjust himself, to orientate himself.<\/p>\n<p>The police station itself was a wreck, a mess of criss-crossed piles of<br \/>\nconcrete \u2013 broken floors upon floors. Smashed cars and a split palm tree<br \/>\nsplit the road.<\/p>\n<p>We walked on, hurriedly, with everyone else, eyes skyward at four apache<br \/>\nhelicopters \u2013 their trigger mechanisms supplied by the UK \u2019s<br \/>\nBrighton-Based EDM Technologies. They were dropping smoky bright flares \u2013<br \/>\na defence against any attempt at Palestinian missile retaliation.<\/p>\n<p>Turning down the road leading to the Diere Balah Civil Defence Force<br \/>\nheadquarters we suddenly saw a rush of people streaming across the road.<br \/>\n\u2018They\u2019ve been bombing twice, they\u2019ve been bombing twice\u2019 shouted people.<\/p>\n<p>We ran too, but towards the crowds and away from what could possibly be<br \/>\ntarget number two, \u2018a ministry building\u2019 our friend shouted to us. The<br \/>\napaches rumbled above.<\/p>\n<p>Arriving at the police station we saw the remains of a life at work<br \/>\nsmashed short. A prayer matt clotted with dust, a policeman\u2019s hat, the<br \/>\nubiquitous bright flower patterned mattresses, burst open. A crater around<br \/>\n20 feet in diameter was filled with pulverised walls and floors and a<br \/>\nmotorbike, tossed on its\u2019 side, toy-like in its\u2019 depths.<\/p>\n<p>Policemen were frantically trying to get a fellow worker out from under<br \/>\nthe rubble. Everyone was trying to call him on his Jawwal. \u2018Stop it<br \/>\neveryone, just one, one of you ring\u2019 shouted a man who looked like a<br \/>\ncaptain. A fire licked the underside of an ex-room now crushed to just 3<br \/>\nfeet high. Hands alongside hands rapidly grasped and threw back rocks,<br \/>\nblocks and debris to reach the man.<\/p>\n<p>We made our way to the Al Aqsa Hospital. Trucks and cars loaded with the<br \/>\nmen of entire families \u2013 uncles, nephews, brothers \u2013 piled high and<br \/>\nspeeding to the hospital to check on loved ones, horns blaring without<br \/>\ninterruption.<\/p>\n<p>Hospitals on the brink<br \/>\nEntering Al Aqsa was overwhelming, pure pandemonium, charged with grief,<br \/>\nhorror, distress, and shock. Limp blood covered and burnt bodies streamed<br \/>\nby us on rickety stretchers. Before the morgue was a scrum, tens of<br \/>\nshouting relatives crammed up to its open double doors. \u2018They could not<br \/>\neven identify who was who, whether it is their brother or cousin or who,<br \/>\nbecause they are so burned\u2019 explained our friend. Many were transferred,<br \/>\nin ambulances and the back of trucks and cars to Al Shifa Hospital.<\/p>\n<p>The injured couldn\u2019t speak. Causality after casualty sat propped against<br \/>\nthe outside walls outside, being comforted by relatives, wounds<br \/>\ntemporarily dressed. Inside was perpetual motion and the more drastically<br \/>\ninjured. Relatives jostled with doctors to bring in their injured in<br \/>\nscuffed blankets. Drips, blood streaming faces, scorched hair and shrapnel<br \/>\ncuts to hands, chests, legs, arms and heads dominated the reception area,<br \/>\nwards and operating theatres.<\/p>\n<p>We saw a bearded man, on a stretcher on the floor of an intensive care<br \/>\nunit, shaking and shaking, involuntarily, legs rigid and thrusting<br \/>\ndownwards. A spasm coherent with a spinal chord injury. Would he ever walk<br \/>\nagain or talk again? In another unit, a baby girl, no older than six<br \/>\nmonths, had shrapnel wounds to her face. A relative lifted a blanket to<br \/>\nshow us her fragile bandaged leg. Her eyes were saucer-wide and she was<br \/>\nmaking stilted, repetitive, squeaking sounds.<\/p>\n<p>A first estimate at Al Aqsa hospital was 40 dead and 120 injured. The<br \/>\nhospital was dealing with casualties from the bombed market, playground,<br \/>\nCivil Defence Force station, civil police station and also the traffic<br \/>\npolice station. All leveled. A working day blasted flat with terrifying<br \/>\nforce.<\/p>\n<p>At least two shaheed (martyrs) were carried out on stretchers out of the<br \/>\nhospital. Lifted up by crowds of grief-stricken men to the graveyard to<br \/>\ncries of \u2018La Illaha Illa Allah,\u2019 there is not god but Allah.<\/p>\n<p>Who cares?<br \/>\nAnd according to many people here, there is nothing and nobody looking out<br \/>\nfor them apart from God. Back in Shifa Hospital tonight, we meet the<br \/>\nbrother of a security guard who had had the doorway he had been sitting in<br \/>\nand the building \u2013 Abu Mazen\u2019s old HQ &#8211; fall down upon his head. He said<br \/>\nto us, \u2018We don\u2019t have anyone but God. We feel alone. Where is the world?<br \/>\nWhere is the action to stop these attacks?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Majid Salim, stood beside his comatosed mother, Fatima. Earlier today she<br \/>\nhad been sitting at her desk at work \u2013 at the Hadije Arafat Charity, near<br \/>\nMeshtal, the Headquarters of the Security forces in Gaza City. Israel\u2019s<br \/>\nattack had left her with multiple internal and head injuries, tube down<br \/>\nher throat and a ventilator keeping her alive. Majid gestured to her, \u2018We<br \/>\ndidn\u2019t attack Israel, my mother didn\u2019t fire rockets at Israel. This is the<br \/>\nbiggest terrorism, to have our mother bombarded at work\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>The groups of men lining the corridors of the over-stretched Shifaa<br \/>\nhospital are by turns stunned, agitated, patient and lost. We speak to one<br \/>\ngroup. Their brother had both arms broken and has serious facial and head<br \/>\ninjuries. \u2018We couldn\u2019t recognise his face, it was so black from the<br \/>\nweapons used\u2019 one explains. Another man turns to me and says. \u2018I am a<br \/>\nteacher. I teach human rights \u2013 this is a course we have, \u2018human rights\u2019.<br \/>\nHe pauses. \u2018How can I teach, my son, my children, about the meaning of<br \/>\nhuman rights under these conditions, under this siege?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s true, UNRWA and local government schools have developed a Human<br \/>\nRights syllabus, teaching children about international law, the Geneva<br \/>\nConventions, the International Declaration on Human Rights, The Hague<br \/>\nRegulations. To try to develop a culture of human rights here, to help<br \/>\ngenerate more self confidence and security and more of a sense of dignity<br \/>\nfor the children. But the contradiction between what should be adhered to<br \/>\nas a common code of conducted signed up to by most states, and the<br \/>\nrealities on the ground is stark. International law is not being applied<br \/>\nor enforced with respect to Israeli policies towards the Gaza Strip, or on<br \/>\n\u201948 Palestine, the West Bank, or the millions of refugees living in camps<br \/>\nin Lebanon, Jordan and Syria.<\/p>\n<p>How can a new consciousness and practice of human rights ever graduate<br \/>\nfrom rhetoric to reality when everything points to the contrary \u2013 both<br \/>\nhere and in Israel ? The United Nations have been spurned and shut out by<br \/>\nIsrael , with Richard Falk the UN\u2019s Special Rapporteur on Human Rights<br \/>\nheld prisoner at Ben Gurion Airport before being unceremoniously deported<br \/>\nthis month \u2013 deliberately blinded to the abuses being carried out against<br \/>\nGaza by Israel . An international community which speaks empty phrases on<br \/>\nIsraeli attacks \u2018we urge restraint\u2026minimise civilian casualties\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>The Gaza Strip is one of the most densely populated regions on the planet.<br \/>\nIn Jabbaliya camp alone, Gaza \u2019s largest, 125,000 people are crowded into<br \/>\na space 2km square. Bombardment by F16s and Apaches at 11.30 in the<br \/>\nmorning, as children leave their schools for home reveals a contempt for<br \/>\ncivilian safety as does the 18 months of a siege that bans all imports and<br \/>\nexports, and has resulted in the deaths of over 270 people as a result of<br \/>\na lack of access to essential medicines.<\/p>\n<p>A light<br \/>\nThere is a saying here in Gaza \u2013 we spoke about it, jokily last night. \u2018At<br \/>\nthe end of the tunnel\u2026there is another tunnel\u2019. Not so funny when you<br \/>\nconsider that Gaza is being kept alive through the smuggling of food, fuel<br \/>\nand medicine through an exploitative industry of over 1000 tunnels running<br \/>\nfrom Egypt to Rafah in the South. On average 1-2 people die every week in<br \/>\nthe tunnels. Some embark on a humiliating crawl to get their education,<br \/>\nsee their families, to find work, on their hands and knees. Others are<br \/>\nreportedly big enough to drive through.<\/p>\n<p>Last night I added a new ending to the saying. \u2018At the end of the tunnel,<br \/>\nthere is another tunnel and then a power cut\u2019. Today, there\u2019s nothing to<br \/>\nmake a joke about. As bombs continue to blast buildings around us, jarring<br \/>\nthe children in this house from their fitful sleep, the saying could take<br \/>\non another twist. After today\u2019s killing of over 200, is it that at the end<br \/>\nof the tunnel, there is another tunnel, and then a grave?\u2019, or a wall of<br \/>\ninternational governmental complicity and silence?<\/p>\n<p>There is a light through, beyond the sparks of resistance and solidarity<br \/>\nin the West Bank, \u201948 and the broader Middle East. This is a light of<br \/>\nconscience turned into activism by people all over the world. We can turn<br \/>\na spotlight onto Israel\u2019s crimes against humanity and the enduring<br \/>\ninjustice here in Palestine, through coming out onto the streets and<br \/>\npressurizing our governments; demanding an end to Israeli apartheid and<br \/>\noccupation, broadening our call for Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions, and<br \/>\nfor a genuine Just Peace.<\/p>\n<p>Through institutional, governmental and popular means, this can be a light<br \/>\nat the end of the Gazan tunnel.<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Ewa Jasiewicz is an experienced journalist, community and union organizer,<br \/>\nand solidarity worker. She is currently Gaza Project Co-coordinator for<br \/>\nthe Free Gaza Movement.<\/p>\n<p>http:\/\/www.FreeGaza.org<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gaza today: &#8216;This is only the beginning&#8217; By Ewa Jasiewicz<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false},"categories":[2,14],"tags":[209],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11979"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11979"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11979\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58388,"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11979\/revisions\/58388"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11979"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11979"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11979"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}