During this Christmas season many of us have been singing "O Little Town of Bethlehem" but few of us may know that Bethlehem is a dying town that is being strangled by the huge concrete wall that Israel has built around it. Few people know that some 20,000 Palestinian Christians live under a harsh military occupation in Bethlehem and are facing extreme hardship because of the wall that encircles them. What follows is the story of my experience in Bethlehem on Palm Sunday in 2005".
There was a joyful atmosphere in
Bethlehem's Manger Square on Palm Sunday-- after all, it was a holy day for
this predominantly Palestinian Christian town where Jesus was born at the place
marked by a star in the Church of the Nativity that overlooks the main square.
A colorful crowd had gathered under a bright blue sky to mark the occasion.
Children waved palm branches and carried balloons. But drawing the most
attention were the shepherds and their donkeys. Wearing no costumes, but just
their everyday clothes, the shepherds looked as if they had stepped straight
from the pages of the New Testament.
But this year was different. The
Israeli military has closed off Bethlehem from Jerusalem and will not permit
Palestinians to leave Bethlehem. Israel has built a 28 foot high concrete wall
around Bethlehem that has turned the town into an open-air prison. I was there
in Manger Square as the Quaker representativewith fifteen members of
Every Church A Peace Church, an organization of U.S. churches devoted to making
Jesus' message of peace a central focus in every American church. Our group
included Baptists, Methodists, Presbyterians, Catholics, Episcopalians, and
Mennonites. We were there to support our Palestinian Christian brothers and
sisters in this non-violent procession to protest their unjust imprisonment in
their city. We were there to witness to our Christian belief that peace for
Israel is inextricably linked to justice for the Palestinian people.
We set off with the donkeys and children leading the way, refusing to be
discouraged by the looming military barrier we all knew was in our way a mile
down the road to Jerusalem. Our peace songs echoed off ancient walls as the
crowd weaved through the streets of Bethlehem. We marched along, waving our
palm branches in the bright sun.
After a half-mile of marching, the children
and donkeys were led away from the march to keep them out of harm's way.
Despite the threat of military force, the crowd continued the last leg with the
chanting growing louder: "We demand freedom," "No justice- No peace," "We come in peace," "Let us pray at our
holy sites."
We walked through a narrow gap in the menacingconcrete wall that
surrounds the town of Bethlehem. As we started moving through the military
checkpoint we formed rows and linked arms. The soldiers seem surprised when we
continued to walk forward as if they were not there. "Don't mind us. We are
going to Jerusalem to pray," one marcher called out as we approached the
soldiers.
The soldiers quickly tried to organize themselves into a human barrier in front
of us. We kept walking forward forcing them to step back. We were slowly making
ground when the military commander came forward and demanded to speak to the
person in charge. We could see army
jeeps scurrying to block the road ahead and more reinforcements were called
from nearby guard posts.
Our group stopped and a leader in the
Bethlehem Christian community, Dr Ghassan, an elderly and stately, gray-haired
man spoke to the commander quietly.
"We are Christians going to Jerusalem to pray on Palm Sunday, as is our right,"
he told the army commander. "We want to go to Jerusalem to pray. We have a
right to go pray in Jerusalem."
More reinforcements quickly arrived. The soldiers linked arms and began pushing
and shoving us back. Cries of "Please: no violence" came from the marchers.
The two groups stood looking at each other. A bunch of unarmed Palestinian and
American Christians wanting to pray in Jerusalem facing some thirty Israeli
soldiers carrying automatic weapons, who were not allowing them to pass. It was
a face off. The only difference was that we stood strong and confident. The
soldiers of the Israeli Occupation Forces in front of us were hesitant and
nervous despite the guns they were carrying.
The soldiers shuffled uncomfortably and
tightened their locked arms. With their orders not to move an inch, the
soldiers stood silently as the marchers began to speak to them.
"You don't have to be here, you can
go back to your family," someone said
to them. "You should not be here and you know it. You don't want to be here.
This is the wrong place for you." "Stand for peace. Stand for the right of
people to pray in their holy sites. You can join us." "Does anyone deny you the
right to pray? "If you let us go to
Jerusalem we will pray for you too!"
At the far end of the front line a Palestinian woman with a silver cross around
her neck patiently held a large bunch of palm branches. She stood in front of
two soldiers, trying to talk with them. Behind the front row of soldiers, more
reinforcements arrived, their guns glinting in the noon-time sun.
After speaking some more to the commander, Dr Ghassan reported back to the
crowd: "They have ordered us to go back to Bethlehem. They are threatening to
use violent force against us. They are proud of this discriminatory policy.
When I said: "this is racist', they said "this is how it is, let it be. This is
the way it
is, you have to abide by it.' They want to block us and push us back to
Bethlehem. They have ordered us to disperse or they will use force. But we are
not interested in a confrontation; we don't want to have violence here. Those
people are willing to use violence and we are not willing to do it."
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