Showing posts with label "activism". Show all posts
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Saturday, November 22, 2014

ما نشهده من الماضي والحاضر والواقع

انني أشعر أكثر من أي وقت مضى أن كل قيمة كلماتي كانت في أنها تعويض صفيق وتافه لغياب السلاح وأنها تنحدر الآن أمام شروق الرجال الحقيقيين الذين يموتون كل يوم في سبيل شيء أحترمه، وذلك كله يشعرني بغربة تشبه الموت وبسعادة المحتضر بعد طول إيمان وعذاب، ولكن أيضا بذل من طراز صاعق.

-غسان كنفاني



I feel, more than any other time, that the value of my words is like a silly compensation for the absence of resistance weapons, and that it now bows in front of the glory of the real men who die every day for something I respect. All of that makes me feel a sense of longing similar to death, and the happiness of a dying person after a long journey of faith and torture, but also a striking sense of humiliation. 

-Ghassan Kanafan


Friday, August 22, 2014

PART TWO: Exposing the Israeli Left: On the Issue of Israel's Radicals


Tel Aviv protest against bloodshed in Gaza, and for a return to negotiations. Source

Written by Linah Alsaafin and Budour Hassan

While it's necessary and urgent to delegitimize liberal Zionists, less clear is the position we should take from the anti-Zionist left. And although anti-Zionist Israelis are so few and far between and can hardly be considered a significant segment of the political or social sphere in Israel, they receive disproportionate coverage especially in progressive media outlets. We are aware, however, that this debate remains an elitist one centered on social media and the blogosphere and does not really preoccupy most Palestinians on the ground because they don't even know about the anti-Zionist minority. And frankly, they are not supposed to care either.

During the last month, anti-Zionists have organized several small vigils against the aggression on Gaza in Tel Aviv and in Jerusalem. Those protests were often attacked by right-wing mob, as were individual and human rights organizations that are outspoken against Israeli crimes in Gaza. Veteran Israeli activists would quickly point out that this level of incitement against them is unprecedented and would go on to say something to the effect: "Leftists are the new Palestinians," or "Palestinians and Israeli leftists are the victims of this new wave of Israeli racism." The common theme in all that they say and write is the portrayal of Israeli leftists as victims.

No, dear Israeli radical leftists, you are not victims. You are part of the problem. You are part of the reason why our people continue to suffer. Your very existence at the moment comes at the expense of the refugees who were ethnically cleansed from Palestine and who continue to be bombed by Israel in Gaza. Just because you are beginning to experience a tiny fraction of what Palestinians face on a daily basis doesn't mean it's okay for you to play the victim role or even imagine the possibility of equating your "suffering" to that of the Palestinians.

Social price

We often hear about the social price that anti-Zionist dissidents are forced to pay, such as the fact that they are sometimes shunned by their own family and slandered and demonized by their society. It does perhaps make you feel better when you go home from your weekend activism but hey, don't we all need to please the self-righteous part of us sometimes and pretend that we are sacrificing massively when we are in fact doing very little? It's always nice to go home and say, "We were attacked by fascist mob because we opposed the war." Western media would love it. Even Arab media would applaud you for your courage and will write poetics about your heroic actions. And some Palestinians would consider you a partner. Otherwise we'd be called racists because pointing out the privileged of the good colonizer constitutes racism apparently.

The "hard choices" you made are your minimum moral obligations as a colonizer and as an essential part of the system that oppresses Palestinians. You are not doing anyone of us a favor by appeasing your conscience. The choice to oppose racism and Jewish supremacy and murder is the least one could do. And one definitely doesn't expect to make hard choices without paying a price.

If you want to know what hard choices look like, ask the Palestinians who were displaced from Palestine and had to walk in the desert for weeks to reach Kuwait. Ask the Palestinians who had to choose between dying under Israeli bombs or fleeing their houses to nowhere in Gaza. This is how our hard choices look like. And regardless of whatever social price anti-Zionists pay, their colonial privileges remain intact.

To seek admiration for your heroic stance or satisfaction from lessening the guilt complex you have is missing the point entirely, especially if this comprises the goals or aims you have. In fact, the less you think of yourselves as unsung heroes, the better it is for your ego, mental state of mind, and for Palestinians as we will stop rolling our eyes on an almost permanent basis.


Within the system

Another striking feature of the small antiwar vigils in Tel Aviv is that they were held under the protection of the Israeli border police to prevent confrontations with the right-wing mob. By accepting this, anti-Zionist leftists remain confined within the system they supposedly seek to dismantle. After all, it's not the right-wing mob who bomb Gaza and murder protesters in the West Bank. It is the very army and border police that protect the antiwar protests in Tel Aviv. Thus, unwittingly or otherwise, those antiwar protestors contribute to the promotion of the facade of Israel's democracy and tolerance for dissent.

The same applies for Israeli – and Palestinian - leftist human rights organizations that still rely on the Israeli judicial system to "defend" their freedom of expression rather than recognizing that the judicial system is an arm of the Israeli occupation.

It’s fair to say that dear anti-Zionists, your presence isn’t doing anyone any good. The Israeli society hates you, and the Palestinians don’t care about you. Do not go looking for sympathy, (or empathy, whatever you prefer), because we have run out of both. Your remaining in the country does not constitute any form of sumoud.

Instead, it only amplifies the state of privilege that you live in, such as the goddamn freedom of movement (it must be so hard to organize a carpool to go to the West Bank, no?), the right to have an Israeli partner wherever they live in the country, and the absence of institutionalized racism leveled at you at whatever you set out to achieve, whether that be education, getting building permits for your home, or finding a job.

Do not fool yourselves into thinking you are allies or partners for “peace” by virtue of a few token Palestinian acquaintances, because the fact of the matter remains glaringly obvious: you are too insignificant to make a difference to change your genocide-loving government or to win the hearts of the oppressed.

It’s best to leave the country. That way, you’d be doing us a favor of laying out the naked truth for all to see. It’s time to be honest. Your numbers are too little to compose a minority. The resources you have at your hands may have duped some of the western and increasingly Arab media—who absolutely love a feel-good story and buy into that whole Israeli-Palestinian joint struggle or common purpose—into believing that you are a small but plucky group risking it all to fight for the Palestinian side.

It's not surprising that all those movies about "joint struggle" would attract attention and admiration. Not because they reflect the reality on the ground but because they show the world what it likes to see: the Israeli who fights with the Palestinian hand-in-hand. Yet that is not the case at all. How can it be, seeing that you come from a much more superior standing? Whether you like it or not, and as hard as you try to ostracize yourself from the others, there is no escaping that you benefit from the occupation system. Put your resources towards a better investment. Raise awareness for the Palestinian struggle outside of Israel. It is no secret that the (hypocritical and complicit) international community’s favorable narrative in support of the Palestinians will be a welcome asset to our struggle for self-determination and an end to the occupation. 


Making the distinction

With all that said, we are still capable of making the distinction between anti-Zionists who are third-generation settlers and anti-Zionist leftists who made Aliya and settled in Palestine by virtue of the Return Law. The latter might have seen the light at last and discovered the evils of Zionism but insist on directly benefiting of the racist "Return Law' when they could easily go home to where they actually belong.

We also make the distinction between anti-Zionist Israeli settlers who live in Palestine by choice and those who want to leave but cannot afford it. And there are anti-Zionist leftists, who lie on the margins of the movement and who come from the underclass. Those individuals-who can be counted at the fingers of one hand- are in Palestine because they have nowhere else to go but don't use the Palestinian cause to make a career. They are aware of their privileges but you won't find them writing articles about the hard choices they made. The rest, however, are a privileged bunch of dual citizens or upper-middle class attention-seekers who believe they can change the Israeli society.

And to be quite honest, we do not care about the Israeli society. We don’t care to humanize or dehumanize them, although the latter is more appropriate. We will never buy into this two-sides two-equal-suffering all-we-want-is-peace bullshit. We don’t want peace with Zionists or with anyone that reaps the profits from a inherently violent jingoistic colonial system.

And this might disappoint you greatly, but we don't advocate for transitional justice nor do we have the luxury talking about truth and reconciliation when being bombed, fragmented and deprived of our most basic rights. Transitional justice is for white people. We want revenge from the system that stripped us of our humanity.

To the Israeli society in general: Coexistence is not on the agenda. We do not have the time to waste waiting for Israel's radicals to make a social revolution or convince their society that Zionism sucks. We are not imploring, beseeching, or asking you. We demand an end to the occupation, for you to break out of the prisons you have for minds, and for the love of all things good and holy, end the siege on Gaza. 

Monday, August 11, 2014

How not to Write about Gaza


  •  Do not infantilize it by God-awful chants such as the morbid “Gaza Gaza don’t you cry/We will never let you die.” Gaza has withstood a seven year siege, three invasions in six years, and a resistance movement that despite the odds has developed itself and given life and hope to Palestinians. That is only in the last seven years. Look up Gaza’s rich history, one that extends beyond being the spark of the first intifada in 1987.

  • Gaza is not Palestine. It makes up less than 2 percent of the country. Gaza is not the Palestinian cause. It is part of it. The Palestinian cause encompasses all the territories that the occupying power has divided and ruled over such as the West Bank, Jerusalem, the 1948 occupied territories, and Gaza. And then some, considering the millions of refugees still waiting for their right of return in camps in the neighboring countries of Jordan, Syria, Lebanon, and Egypt.

  • Gaza is no more an “Arab cause” than it is a “Muslim/Islamic ummah cause.” The former are collaborators with the Zionist regime, the latter does not exist. So save your takbeers (unless it is to cheer on the resistance) and empty rhetoric on saving al-Aqsa mosque (it’s not the one with the shiny golden dome by the way) for when Salah al-Din emerges from his grave. 


  • Continuing on in the same vein, bury that stupid slogan of "You don't need to be a Muslim to support Gaza. You just need to be human." NO. Just. NO.
    • Also, don't "Pray for Gaza." Thank you very much.

  • Gaza is not a charity basket case. Use those bake-sales to attain something oh so slightly pettier. We don’t want money to ameliorate the disastrous conditions. We want an end to the siege and a border crossing we can be in charge of. We want dignity.


  • Gaza is not a cool warzone for you to add on your CV and Facebook albums. So pseudo journalists, fuck off. Orientalist journalists, the same applies to you. Foreign journalists who love reporting about the location of resistance rockets fired-endangering whole neighborhoods- the darkest depths of hellfire await you.


  • Gaza is not a cool slogan. Gaza is not cool for you to parade your activism shamelessly. Gaza is not an acceptable mainstream easy activist protest where flags of parties who are actively involved in killing civilians such as Hezbollah can be waved around. 


  • Gaza is not a platform to use for your political and public speaking career, George Galloway. Gaza is not for bigots, no matter how “good” of a speaker they are.


  • Gaza is not a “feel-good call of duty even though I am so angry by all the killings there.” If you want to protest, do it right. Do not hold hands for the umpteenth time in front of the Israeli embassy chanting “Free Free Palestine” like a broken record. Do occupy or smash up the embassy. Quality over quantity.


  • Gaza is not for selfies.


  • Gaza is not to be used for people to further their own careers and star-studded personalities who support oppression elsewhere. Gaza is not for hypocrites, like Abby Martin.


  • Dear West Bank especially, and the rest of Palestine in general: Gaza is not a neighboring country. Do not protest in “solidarity” by holding candles and gathering at city centers. Rise up against the slavemaster’s puppets, the Palestinian Authority. Rise up against the slavemaster, Israel. Shove your solidarity to somewhere where the sun don’t shine.


  • Dear the rest of Palestine: do not internally Orientalize Gaza. That includes describing singer Mohammed Assaf as “dark-skinned but with a great personality.” Perhaps it is too much to ask to get rid of your colonized minds.


  • Gaza is not for your own fetishization. Do not fetishize Gaza.


  • If you do not understand what is meant by “Gaza is Hamas, and Hamas is Gaza” as Israel relentlessly bombards it with thousands of tons of heavy weaponry and massacres then do not even torture us with your senseless analysis.


  • Do not use “We teach life, sir” to the point where the phrase’s essence loses its meaning every time you see a photo of Palestinian children enjoying themselves. Children are children. They quickly adapt to their surroundings and find ways to have fun.


  • Gaza is not for your sympathy. Gaza is a call for direct action against the complicit hypocritical world.


  • Gaza’s murdered civilians are not just “women, children and elderly.” Men are civilians.


  • Gaza is not to be resoundingly victimized as hapless and helpless. Simultaneously, Gaza is not under any circumstances to be compared to the colonizing, occupying Zionist regime.


  • Do not talk about Gaza, liberal Palestinians and foreigners. Do not ask why there are no bomb shelters in Gaza, like that stupid sellout rap group DAM did (who have since deleted that July 13 post on their Facebook page. The powers of screenshots poses their question in Arabic below). Do not ask why people in Gaza “don’t just leave.”

سؤال لحماس-
غير انه عندكم استراتيجية ل-تخويف العدو
هل في برنامج لجلب الطمأنينة للشعب؟
يعني غزة دايماً كانت مستهدفة، بس بين هجوم لهجوم هل في بناء ملاجئ؟
(سؤال)
  • Impartiality does not exist in Gaza.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

(I) موسم الاجتياح, والكلاب


"اصلا اسرائيل بتُقصف فينا في الشتاء عشان نتدفى .. قولوا عنها عاطلة ."
"عااااااطلة!"*


صورة التقطها بعد العدوان على غزة ٢٠١٢

امي لها عادة مخصصة كلما تستنفر إسرائيل بغزة. مع كل عدوان, كانت تبسط أمام التلفاز ٢٤ ساعة. كنت أنام في سريرها بعد ما وضعت فرشة قبال التلفاز. في النهار, تجلس على الكنبة وتقلب بين قنوات الأقصى والجزيرة وفلسطين اليوم واحيانا الميادين, بينما تشتم قناة فلسطين ومسلسلاتها السخيفة  ب ( ياخونة يا كلاب!) التي تتجاهل الوضع في غزة.

في الليل, تتمدد على الفرشة تحت البطانية وتشاهد الأخبار وصور المجازر لحد ما تطلع الشمس. بعد غفوة قصيرة تعيد الروتين ابتداءً مع فنجان القهوة, وأراقب تعمق الدوائر والسواد تحت عينيها يوما بعد يوم.

مرّات, تتصل وأنا في شغلي لكي تطمئن.

- وينك؟
- بالمكتب
- مطولة؟
- آه, رح أضلني لليل
- مفروض يدفعولك أكثر
- طيب
- تنسيش توكلي

أحياناً, بكذب وبقول اني في المكتب ولكن الحقيقة هي أنني أسير في الشوارع أحاول الفرار من المدينة الوسخة وسكانها. رام الله من أحقر المدن التي يمكن أن يعيش فيها الانسان. أهرب من شارع ركب ( سكروا محلاتكم يا كلاب , اللي استشهدوا مش أرقام, سكروا محلاتكم ) وأجد نفسي في منطقة المصيون , أو الطيرة أو بطن الهوا أو الشرفة أو البالوع. أبحث بشكل محموم عن ذرة من الاكتراث في وجوه الناس, ذرة من الغضب، ذرة من الكرامة. ولكن..تبقى بعيدة المنال.

- وينك
- أنا…بإجتماع

الحقيقة انني في طريقي إلى بيتونيا. وصلت سجن عوفر وأقف خلف الشبان الأقرب إلى البوابة والذين لا يزيد عددهم عن خمسة عشر. جنود الاحتلال موجودون هم أيضاً. اليوم بليد جدا. الجنود يشغلون أنفسهم برمي عدد من قنابل الغاز وقنابل الصوت بين الفينة والأُخرى. لا داعي للهتاف هنا. لا أعرف أحدا ولست خبيرة برمي الحجارة. عندما وصلت الأمور إلى ردح وشتائم بالعبري الموجهة الى الجنود من قبل الشباب, سحبت حالي ورجعت لوسط المدينة, اليأس مترسخ في عظامي.

 أمّي لا ترى أي هدف من مسيرات رام الله, وكالعادة كنا نتجادل أنا واختي معها كلما خرجنا.

- هدول بدهم صواريخ, مش تروحي إنت وأختك على الهبل السلمي تبعكم وتهتفوا يلا ارحل يا احتلال
- طب اذا هتفنا يا قسام يا حبيب اضرب اضرب تل ابيب؟
- أحسن! عشان ييجوا يوخدوكم الكلاب. مش ناقصنا مصايب.

كنت أتضايق من موقفها رغم أنني متفقة معها, ولكن في ظل الظروف التي نعيشها، المسيرات البايخة كانت على ما يبدو الوسيلة الوحيدة للعمل. ما هو المانع من تحويل حاجز قلنديا العسكري الى ساحة نضالية؟ حاجز الخوف والسيطرة النخبوية. بعد كل مسيرة كنت أكره نفسي أكثر. نحن الأبناء المدللون لهذه المدينة الحقيرة التي تتضامن مع أهلها في غزة عبر الشموع والاحتجاج الحضاري والهتافات المؤيدة لدولة العملاء, دولة أيلول.

هذه المدينة.. كم أبغضها! كل يوم كنت أمشي جنب جدران المقاطعة لأصل بيتي.. ومع كل خطوة الكراهية تغلف حالها إلى كرات معدنية في حفرة نفسيتي. لا يأتيني النوم, وقبل أذان الفجر صوت التدريب ل " رجال الجدد " يصل بنايتنا وأنا أغلي, أغلي.

في عدوان ٢٠٠٨ - ٢٠٠٩ , خرجوا وانهالوا علينا بالهراوات والكلام البذيء والغاز. عدنا بعد المعركة وجرست امي بالمطبخ, رائحة الغاز تعشش في ملابسها ووجهها شاحب اللون.

 -الله ينتقم منكم , الله يوخدكم ويريحنا منكم .. هدول بشر؟ هدول فلسطينيين؟

( هدول كلاب )

في عدوان ٢٠١٢ , كرّسوا في عقول المواطنين المهذبين الصالحين نمط التظاهر الحضاري ثم حولوه إلى تضامن حضاري متمركز في أوساط المدن بعيدا عن أماكن الاشتباك. خرجنا باتجاه مستعمرة بيت إيل وقمعونا. خرجنا مرة أخرى واخواتهم بالرضاعة, الاحتلال, ضربونا. في المرة الثانية, شاهدت أمي على التلفاز اعتقال أختي ولاحقا, الضرب الذي لحقت بي وبغيري.

وفي عدوان ٢٠١٤, تبين لي أن المسافة بين رام الله وغزة, ولندن وغزة هي نفسها. أسير بين الشوارع مرة أخرى, أفر من شعور العجز والخوف على أهلي, أتابع الأخبار, لا انام, الجبن يحتاجني, والحوار الداخلي يخلخل عقلي. اتصلي يا بنت, اتصلي بأهلك واطمئني عليهم. لأ, بديش. طالما فش اخبار يعني لساتهم عايشين. ولك اتصلي يا جبانة, اتصلي. خلص!

مسيرات هذه المدينة ايضا لا تختلف عن عاصمة أوسلو الا بالكم الهائل من المتظاهرين. هنا أيضا تحيط بنا الكلاب, ومساحة التظاهر محددة, ونعم لها وقت معيّن, والهتافات سلمية بايخة رقيقة مضجرة. القمع ليس موجود, ولا داعي له أصلا بما أننا نلتزم ونفرض على أنفسنا قوانين النظام الحاكم. أتشاجر مع الناس, افرز عصبيتي أخيرا بالذي رفع علم حزب الله, أمزع يافطة الشخص المعتوه الذي كُتب عليها "هتلر كان على حق", امتص جو الكرنفالي وصور ال"selfies" للمتظاهرين بالكوفية وعلم فلسطين  المرسوم على وجوههم, وأكره نفسي. أحس بالعزلة. شعور العجز يتفوق. الاختناق يزيد. ولم اتصل بأهلي.




*تصريح عمي محمود عندما ذهبت الى غزة مباشرة بعد عدوان ٢٠١٢, والرد كان من الجميع في البيت

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Are You Worthy of a Campaign?


There’s a problem with how we react to the arrest of a person we know either through personal relations or via the virtual world. It may be done in the best of intentions, yet this discussion needs to be brought out into the fore in order to generate evaluations and alternatives, something that can also be thought of as productive and beneficial to the larger cause at hand.

Who is “we”? It is a sweeping overview of friends, family members, armchair activists, activists who receive salaries for their activism, international activists, anyone who self-identifies as an activist, concerned human beings, sympathetic journalists, sensitive artists, etc all who have one thing in common once they unify their efforts into a fierce Facebook/Twitter battalion for a campaign of selectivity. 

The news of a friend’s arrest is never easy to stomach. That was a completely pointless sentence to write. Of course it’s hard, obviously it’s difficult, sometimes to the point where perhaps inadvertently the arrest centers on you, the friend, the mother, the fellow student, the peer. That’s the easy thing, turning the arrest of an individual no matter how close or distant you are to them into a personal issue for well-intentioned reasons (to raise awareness about the detainee) or for revolting motives (to score more activist credit points). The way we deal with arrests is indicative of just how constrained our actions have become—stuck in the elaborate and oftentimes tedious social media world.

And thus, the limiting reaction is epitomized in the routine steps, sometimes done all at once: the hashtag, the uninspiring graphic design poster, the Facebook page, the petitions, the tagging of photos, the tweets, and the statuses.

[This is the part where my slanderers double-check the author, roll their eyes and think: she always criticizes. Go on, I’ll pretend to give a few shits.]

The countering response would be that these social media efforts are undertaken for the pure purpose of raising awareness about the detainee. That would be perfectly acceptable, except therein lies the problem itself. First of all, it depends on who the detainee is, and second of all, what the “raising awareness” part actually entails.

Who is the detainee that deserves all this automatically warranted attention? The criteria is simple and straightforward: someone that is privileged, urbanized, known within the elite social circles, active on social media/blogger, secular, bilingual (or has access to English speakers), and in the words of an ignorant and oriental Israeli photographer, “young and hip.” In other words, someone the west can relate to. Someone who is easy to describe in the dreaded colonial rhetoric as “nonviolent” and “peaceful” yet reasonably passionate about their beliefs and actions.

These exclusionary standards are not only harmfully selective with regards to the majority of Palestinian arrestees, but also telling of the class and inter-city divide within Palestinian society (more specifically in the West Bank). What gives a young man from Ramallah who has been called up for a “little chat over coffee” with the repressive Palestinian Authority security forces and is released a few hours later the preference of loud campaigning (which in this case relatively speaking amounts to stirring a storm in a teacup), over the brutal Israeli occupation arrest of a teenager from one of the refugee camps? The young man from Ramallah is encircled with members of his social group cut from the same mold as him: tech savvy, employed, self-identified activists who are well connected in terms of media mobilization locally and sometimes, internationally.

The teenager from the refugee camp is not offered the opportunities in life in terms of university education and employment, and would rightly regard the term “activism” as an elitist one. His subsequent marginalization would be justified as him being “used to this” referring back to his social status, a sentiment that harkens back to the traditional racism the city folk held towards the refugees and the squalor they are forced to live in.

It is also expected that an arrest from Ramallah or a similar social circle with the same characteristics as the criteria mentioned above will garner more attention than the killing of a villager or refugee resident. Aida refugee camp located north of Bethlehem has witnessed almost daily raids and incursions by the Israeli occupation forces for the past few months, and "mum" has been the word from people outside the camp (although the role of the Palestinian Authority’s allowance for the limited reporting/media gag should not be ignored). Yesterday, a 40 year old disabled woman, Noha Qatamesh, suffocated to death as a result of the occupation forces firing tear gas canisters in and around her house. Her name will be forgotten, because she has no connections with the international community/activists, is not an active member on social media, and undesirably old.

The inter-city discrimination is also self-evident. Ramallah is the self-styled capital of Israel’s collaborating ruling class. It is the center, a once otherwise nondescript lovely town ravaged by the rotten fruits of economic development/neoliberalism into mushrooming concrete disaster. It is where many agents reside and make their living, including those who suddenly become photographers because they are handed cameras, or journalists who are given pens and instructed on what to write about. The protests against the high cost of living prices in September 2012 reached their thousands in demonstrators in Hebron, yet the spotlight was given to the hastily put together and measly protests of PA employees and high school boys let out early from their classes to chant obediently against then Prime Minister Salam Fayyad, without mentioning Mahmoud Abbas or the root cause of the problem, the normalizing economic treaty with the occupiers who have control over every aspect.

Raising awareness regarding a person’s arrest is problematic if the well-meaning party does not understand the arbitrary, colonial and racist Israeli prison court and “justice” system. With a conviction rate of 99.74%, it is apparent that a Palestinian could be jailed simply for who they are and not on what they did or did not do. Sharing information about the detainee including photographs of them participating in protests is potentially incriminating to him/her, as the occupation (although it doesn’t need to) will use and add on fabrications to whatever material is so readily available through the photos, tweets, or Facebook campaign page of the detainee. Even sharing seemingly harmless details from their personal lives may be used as fodder against them.

What can be inferred from the use of these tactics serve is that they primarily personalize the cause to a specific individual. We all recognize the importance of not treating the plight of Palestinians as a given normalized suffering, or through mass statistics (such as the prisoner deal swap back in October 2011, where Palestinian prisoners due to be released were referred to by the number they totaled, “1,027,” and the occupation solider was referred to by his name attached to his life story), yet when the Palestinian individual is given preferential treatment over others, therein lies the problematic nature of them receiving more attention than others.

It is also worthwhile to point out that the families of the detainees do not for whatever reasons obtain immediate updates regarding the situation and the probable consequences their child faces. Having to find out from the news is a sucker punch that is undeserving and unfair to the parents, as it only increases their trepidation, concern, and psychological stress. This is why public campaigns on social media need to be, if used at all, conducted with a decorum of sensitivity and common sense, as opposed to sensationalist news.

One last topic to touch upon is the positionality of those reporting, advocating, or campaigning for a specific arrested person. This can be regarded through two intersecting branches: the internationals’ positionality, and the Palestinians’.

Perhaps it can be chalked to naiveté, but we shouldn’t fool ourselves into thinking that this is the only intention that exists. Observing statuses and tweets of people who have either briefly met or know of the arrested, a slew of ingratiating emotion is on display in a way that projects these people as subtly scoring points to appear as hardcore activists or in the trendy revolutionary crowd. It.Is.Not.About.You. It never has, and it will never be. What can be more cringe-worthy to read from these people who barely have any sort of relationship with the detainee than: “The Israeli occupation forces arrested my dear friend XY and I am heartbroken and wish for XY’s immediate release and safety”? By ignoring the wider context of systematic Palestinian imprisonment by Israel is to remove the single story from the reality; to consider it as something out of the ordinary, an abnormal occurrence and one that is not intrinsically bound to the technologies of Israeli occupation.

We (this time, "we" meaning the psychedelic like-minded people I call my friends) used to joke about the hypothetical reaction in case we got arrested. “Oh, there are plenty of pictures of you on Facebook. Imagine a nicely worded slogan beneath your chin, and a photo-shopped picture of a dove, all done in black and white…no no, sepia.” “Please, as I languish in my cell, don’t forget to lead a candle vigil at the Manara Square for me.” “Make sure you all include how peaceful I am and place special emphasis on just how terribly unjust Israel is.” We would all guffaw and grimace at the same time, but it no longer became funny when this is precisely what was happening. When this was the only thing happening.

Realistically speaking, is it worthwhile to create a Facebook page or allocate certain hashtags to everyone that gets arrested? No. So why do we do it for specific people? What is it about their appeal to warrant such an act? Against which standards are we measuring that to?

I don’t claim to have the solution to everything, and I’m against the tedious and totally insipid claim that in order to criticize you must present an alternative. Oftentimes, we need to step outside the circle of action we’re heavily involved in, to allow room for observance and assessment. Personally, I don’t believe that a media campaign or awareness will lead to any changes or “pressure” the occupation system into releasing a prisoner (although it might be nice to paper your walls with Amnesty International’s bland appeals and calls for release). It is however, extremely significant to stand with the detainee’s family, and in whatever way possible, get the message across to the detainee that they are not forgotten, that they have enough support from their people which will comfort and reassure them, and that as part and parcel of living under occupation, their experience is simultaneously exceptional, because everyone experiences incarceration differently, as well as predictable, because it is an inherent method of colonial population control.

And for that to materialize, we must in the words of some unknown poet or a graffiti spray-painted in one of Ramallah’s upscale roads, return to the streets and desist from hammering, that is, dependently utilizing only the social media world.