The location of the events described below are marked with crimson-colored frames. To see the broader surroundings, go to B’Tselem’s interactive map and zoom towards the very south of the West Bank.
Greetings to our friends all,
As the blind, hateful, cruel vengeance acts increase everywhere from day to day, including Massafer Yatta, I have a hard time writing. At times a cloud of helplessness blocks my way to my source of strength and I am too exhausted to argue with it. This is why I have not written anything for two weeks. But leaving a blank slate does not do justice to our friends, so I shall write about several encounters:
On Monday, February 12th, we visited Tha’ala. “3 days ago, we took the flock that my cousins and I share out to graze. We got them 200-250 meters from our home towards the wadi, which is registered with all the official echelons including the army as the privately-owned land of the villagers. About 30 soldiers/settlers arrived immediately, and a drone hovered over the flock for an hour to terrorize the sheep. And they were scared. Damages: 30 sheep were hurt, most of them died. Pregnant sheep died giving birth to dead lambs. Other sheep were injured, and now they no longer function. Our heart goes out to these animals, and the financial loss is great – 50,000 shekels.”
This is how Y. describes the assault in his monotonous voice, neither weeping nor raging. He just describes in detail, with precision, trying to be true to what happened and not to what he feels. When I ask him what he feels, he says that what he told us is already what he feels. I told him (as I have told many others in recent weeks) that he is a hero.
Things haven’t been well in Umm Barid, either. The small village of Umm Barid (also known as Umm Darit or Umm Durit) has been a key target of settler harassment in recent months. In November it joined the ranks of Palestinian villages ethnically cleansed by settlers since October 7. Then in January, one family bravely returned to Umm Barid, but has been facing constant attacks and harassment since then.
On Sunday, February 18th, at dusk, L., the mother of the family from Umm Barid called me and said that her husband M. and two sons were kidnapped right next to their home. We arrived there the next morning.
We then heard L.’s detailed description: “M. took our ten sheep out of the house to eat and breathe a bit. Right next to the house, because if they go some meters further out, the settlers from Avigail and its new outpost come and prevent us from grazing. They came so close to the house,” she emphasizes. “Two of them. One on an ATV and the other on a motor scooter. They were dressed as civilians. And they began to threaten M. and a drone scattered the flock. M. called the police immediately, but there was no answer.” [Upon his return to Umm Barid, M. has arranged with the police that if there are any problems with settler attacks he should call them; they promised to arrive right away].
“The older children came out and threw stones at the sheep in order to gather the scared flock that had scattered. The whole time a drone continued to hover above. Then more colonists arrived, with army uniforms and guns, and shackled M. and his son N. (21 years old), blindfolded them and took them to who knows where. Then ten of them entered the house and I was so scared. They searched and left. There were Israeli volunteers on their way to come and spend the night with us, but the settler-soldiers blocked them. In the end everyone left and the volunteers arrived.”
On our way there Monday morning, we heard from the lawyer that they are at the police station.
At noon M. returned (luckily, I had the thousand shekels that were needed as bail to let him go), but N. and his brother remained in custody. According to the draconian Occupation rules, they can remain jailed for 18 days without access to a lawyer (a repression method that may have been relaxed somewhat over the years, but is now applied again in full force in the West Bank; meanwhile, residents taken from Gaza can now be held for 180 days without access to legal help). And the court can discuss their case before they see a lawyer.
They are accused of throwing stones at the ATV. There is drone documentation, presumably. There are also drone photos of settlers entering a privately-owned area and threatening, blocking, beating, and kidnapping. But the settlers didn’t show these to the police when they hurried to lodge their false complaint, quick to do so before anyone files a genuine complaint against them. On March 6 the two brothers were released after these 18 days have passed – but the release required a bail of 5000 Shekels each, which we have helped pay. They might still face indictment and an arrest warrant.
On Wednesday, February 21st, we visited Majaz. A raid took place there a week earlier, of a kind we (who have been roaming this area for over 20 years) have not ever witnessed before.
First, we met our friend from Fakhit. He said that on his way home with his family from a doctor’s appointment in Yatta, the district town, the well-known settler from the area stopped him. This person now has the authority of a military commander, another one who was with him in the car, said to me: ‘I’ll kill you’. “This settler came to Fakhit around 4 p.m. in his jeep,” our friend continued, “and a silver Silverado vehicle with settlers came as well. Below the village, a military helicopter arrived, filled with soldiers, and dropped them off there. They were all masked. The soldiers walked towards Majaz. The helicopter brought more soldiers twice and had them land around Majaz on all its sides, and inside the village too. The jeep and the other vehicle are already in Majaz. And their drone films everything.”
At this point we had already arrived at Majaz village and continued to hear what the villagers had to say. (I wrote it down verbatim, whoever spoke knew Hebrew quite well, and I wrote down everything they said in Arabic as well. I skipped some details in order to quote the main issues).
“The soldiers came to Khalat al-Amur, a house a bit distant from the village, and took old Sheikh Khaled al-Amur and his son Abed. They shackled and blindfolded them, and walked them to a fence quite far from there, and from there drove them to the army camp near Jinba. An investigating officer there ordered the soldier-settler to take the old man and his son back home. Earlier, while shackling them, the soldier-settlers broke nearly everything breakable in the house. They threw down food, cut the feed sacks and killed several sheep.“
“At 8 p.m. they left Majaz, and at 10 p.m. came back, by helicopter again. They arrived at the mosque. A neighbor holding the key to the mosque said he’d give them the key, but they answered: ‘We’ll use our own methods’, and broke the mosque doors. Inside they broke other things – windows, the electric system and more. Then they began to sing through the mosque’s public address system: ‘Bring sugar, bring sweets, come to fix the broken things.’ While some of the soldier-settlers were inside the mosque, others took away the neighbor’s tractor license and ruined the tractor itself. They cut his tent with a knife and beat him up. Thus, to all the neighbors in the village.”
“They collected the cell phones of every single one of the villagers and their IDs, and threw them at the end of the village. No one was allowed to utter a word. They took money, work tools, firewood, a tent from the school, collected them all in a sack and took the sack with them. The soldier from the helicopter behaved differently from the soldier-settlers and not everyone had masks on. At 2 a.m. all the colonists who had been in the village got on their vehicles and left for Mitzpe Yair outpost.”
These things were told to us continuously and precisely and without hatred. Without a feeling of revenge. Their eyes, only, reflected great pain and the voice of the narrators trembled.
We parted. We’ll be back.
These are some of the things that happened on the ground during two weeks in February. Just a small sample of many other stories to tell.
Erella, on behalf of the Villages Group [translated by Tal Haran and Assaf Oron]