B. Michael peker i et innlegg i Haaretz den 5. april på hvordan langvarig okkupasjon påvirker okkupanten:
"There Is No Such Thing as a Free Occupation, nor Even a Cheap One"
Michael går tilbake i tid og beskriver hvordan grenser er blitt flyttet ... til det stadig verre.
Han begynner med den oppstandelsen det ble første gang IDF fjernet oliventre på den okkuperte Vestbredden.
Og fortsetter med en rekke konkrete eksempler på det som er blitt dagligdags nå. (HELE artikkelen nederst).
Han konkluderer:
"I remember a country in which all of the above had not yet become yawn-inducing routine.
A country that had not yet been corrupted or turned ugly, losing its soul and conscience. A country that had some chance of being normal and humane. This chance was also taken away by the occupation."
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Sterke ord:
Grusomheter gjesper man av. Det er blitt rutine.
Landet mister sin sjel, sin samvittighet, sin humanisme.
Ja, langvarig okkupasjon korrumperer okkupanten.
Man merker det ikke selv.
Og faktisk opplever ... stor lykke.
18. mars 2022 kom meldingen:
"Israel kåret til et av verdens lykkeligste land" (se Kilde)
EDIT
10. mai 2023
"5,000 Trees Vandalized in Palestinian West Bank Villages in Less Than Five Months"
Skudeneshavn 5. april 2022 / 10 mai 2023
Jan Marton Jensen
Ny info:
10. mai 2023
https://www.haaretz.com/israel-news/2023-05-10/ty-article/.premium/5-000-trees-vandalized-in-palestinian-west-bank-villages-in-less-than-five-months/00000188-00b8-de69-a3ac-befb50690000
Kilde:
5. april 2022
https://www.haaretz.com/middle-east-news/.premium-there-is-no-such-thing-as-a-free-occupation-nor-even-a-cheap-one-1.10719997
18. mars 2022
https://miff.no/samfunnsliv/2022/03/18israel-karet-til-et-av-verdens-lykkeligste-land.htm
5. januar 2012
https://forskning.no/krig-og-fred-partner-senter-for-internasjonalisering-av-utdanning/lykkelige-israel-ulykkelige-palestina/733757
HELE artikkelen i Haaretz 5. april 2022:
B. Michael
Opinion | There Is No Such Thing as a Free Occupation, nor Even a Cheap One
Israeli soldiers take part in a raid in Ramallah, in the Israeli-occupied West Bank April 1, 2022.
Credit: REUTERS/Mohamad Torokman
"Waves, being waves, pretty much repeat
themselves. Sometimes they’re high, sometimes low. Sometimes fierce,
sometimes gentle. Sometimes gladdening, sometimes wistful. At this very
moment, yet another wave is washing over us.
It,
like all the waves that came before and all the ones to follow, carries
with it all the usual components: blood, death, bravery, burial. Deep
shock, photogenic shock, resolute leaders, furrowed brows, orchestrated
hysteria, a rising and howling rabble. All-day special programming that
manages to make even grief and death boring. Herds of hosts who call for
censure to prove their patriotism to their public.
Cliches at cemeteries, promises at press conferences. Mobilization of reserve soldiers, “heightened presence,”
a show of elite forces. And of course a motley crew of retired generals
is brought out of mothballs and given protected tenancy status at the
TV studios, where they fill the airwaves with the same pearls of wisdom
that got us to where we are today.
This goes on until the all-clear signal.
Until routine is resumed. Until the next wave. This is what we’ve grown
accustomed to over the past 55 years, convincing ourselves that this is
the full cost of the occupation: a few people killed every year, a few
days of fear and commotion, and that’s it. Not so terrible. We can live
with that.
But there’s no such thing as a free occupation,
nor even a cheap one. To correctly determine the full, cumulative cost
of the occupation, it’s not enough to price out only current events. One
has to drag in the past as well. Those who are old enough can rummage
through their memories.
I
am old enough. I remember, for example, the first television story (was
it by Rafik Halabi?) about an olive tree the Israel Defense Forces had
removed in the occupied West Bank. What a commotion it stirred up! It
can’t be. That’s impossible, it’s wild slander. “Our army doesn’t uproot
trees,” said people shaken by the news. The reporter was almost fired.
I also remember the first time live gunfire was directed at protesters.
The first person wounded. The first one killed. I remember the days when
the earth quaked when private Palestinian land was stolen by cunning to
serve the pagan whim of settlers. I remember a country in which there
was no torture (at least not officially), a country in which the army
spokesman occasionally spoke the truth. A country that prided itself on
its oranges, and not on “stripping” the fertile land of the vanquished
and manufacturing weapons of mass destruction and oppressing all who are
needy.
I can still remember a country that didn’t have a ghetto for millions of
prisoners, as well as millions of disenfranchised people. A country
whose army was not an occupying police and whose “armed forces” had not
become the suffocating arms of an octopus.
That did not brutalize tens of thousands of people daily, that did not
compile hit lists or have “target banks.” That did not steal water from
the thirsty or demolish the homes of the destitute. That did not deploy
legions of sharpshooters to kneecap teens. That did not turn a blind eye
to pogrom gangs and in which the Smotriches and Ben-Gvirs were reviled.
I remember a country in which all of the above had not yet become
yawn-inducing routine. A country that had not yet been corrupted or
turned ugly, losing its soul and conscience. A country that had some
chance of being normal and humane. This chance was also taken away by
the occupation."
