On Sunday, Villages Group activists returned to help the family from Umm Barid in north-central Massafer Yatta, whose property was destroyed by settlers last week. They also visited Susiya, right across the region’s main paved road (Susiya is depicted in brown in the map; the blue area is a newer, Israeli government-subsidized settlement bearing a similar name). A map of Massafer Yatta can be found here. To see the broader surroundings, go to B’Tselem’s interactive map and zoom towards the very south of the West Bank.
Dear Friends,
Even without Occupation or settlers or war time, the water economy in this arid, semi-desert area is dire. Massafer Yatta farmers collect rainwater in cisterns and these serve them all year for themselves and their livestock, as well as to irrigate their meager farm patches, for washing and for cleaning. The water in the cisterns usually runs out towards late summer. Since the military Occupation, in the dry months, farmers and shepherds have to purchase water and pay for it 4 times more than the Israeli price. Transporting water to the villages is a daring feat in itself. And the settlers have multiplied the crime by destroying water tanks, demolishing cisterns and at times even poisoning the water.
Last week we visited M.’s family at Umm Barid once again. The first time their home was destroyed, the settlers had already vandalized the water hole nearby. They ruined it and even poured soap into the scant water that remained there from the previous rainy season, to make sure it would be unusable.
M. – whose three rib fractures caused by the colonists during the first demolition rampage do not allow him any physical work – asked his sons to clean up another water hole possessed by the family in the plot of land they inherited. The sons were not quick to agree. The hole is visible to the settlers, so they are afraid. We suggested helping simply by being there. They welcomed our suggestion. We said we would come in the beginning of the week, hoping the rain would wait a day or two. So, we came yesterday, but the weather forecast won out.
In the second demolition, the settlers destroyed the family’s washing machine. In the third rampage, the settlers broke it completely, making sure it would never work again. When we came to visit last week after the third destruction and found out about the final death of the machine, we handed L. the necessary sum of money – put it in her hands, already filled with blisters from hand laundry – to buy a new washing machine that would serve them in their new home, given to them for the time being by a friend from the nearby village of Sha’ab al-Batum. I say ‘for the time being’, and smile bitterly to myself knowing that this is the sneaky hand of the ‘quiet ethnic cleansing’ behind it all.
When we came yesterday regarding the cistern, L. was in Yatta shopping for the new washing machine. Prices have gone up since the war broke out, and now it also had to be transported to the village; no delivery service. But one cannot enter the village with a vehicle because its entrances have all been blocked now [since the start of the war in Gaza] by the Occupation lords. A service taxi brought the machine from Yatta to the main road on the other side of which the village is situated. Army and settler vehicles patrol this road and ambush vehicles of Palestinians, which are usually too old and battered for obtaining a license, in order to confiscate them. Consequently, M., who did have a licensed vehicle which was already destroyed in Umm Barid during the first destruction, could not even ask a neighbor to drive to the village blockage and load the washing machine there.
A donkey would be the typical solution these days. But today we were there. Ehud drove to a point not visible from the road, and family members driving with him passed the machine manually from the opposite slope to the dirt track that leads to the village, crossing the main road and carrying it to the other side. There it was loaded on our car and safely reached its destination.
Presumably I could have just written one sentence: “And they bought a new washing machine” instead of tiring you, the reader, with all the details. Were I to do this, better not write a thing. Sometimes, in order to highlight the heart of the story, you do need the details…
After all this, we visited Susiya. It, too, is blocked. We left our car near the blockage and entered on foot.
On our way back, we carried packages of donated food that were in Susiya but intended to be shared with the inhabitants of Wadi Jeh’eish as well. Since Susiya and Wadi Jeh’eish are both blocked off right now, we were asked to delivered these packages. Our plan: park our car on the main road for a moment fearing the army; Wadi Jeh’eish residents would walk from their car parked carefully off the road, and carry the packages to their car.
We came to the agreed-upon spot on the main road and did not see them. We rode around and back and still did not see them. We called them to understand what happened, and A. told us that settlers on an ATV prevented them from moving their car. A moment later we saw that ATV and its driver galloping back and forth towards us and away, to make clear who is boss around here.
No blood this time, no blows or demolitions witnessed today. But the rage that would not let go reflects our helplessness and frustration in the face of these settlers who control this space and do whatever they please. No salvation, no justice, no law. At home I messaged our friends at Wadi Jeh’eish how hard it is for us that they are facing such terrible times and that we couldn’t help them. They thanked me regardless.
Erella, on behalf of the Villages Group
Update: a day or two later, Erella and Ya’ir returned to the same place with two other activists. Wadi Jeh’eish residents arrived to the car and took the food packages as originally planned. Perseverance has paid off: no Jewish-supremacist settler was around this time to disrupt the provision of essential food.