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I'm furious. Like I haven't been for quite a long while.
Furious like I've been in the night before the pride paradde in 2006, and we all know how that ended (35 of us in a police bus).
They refuse to let us march to Sheikh Jarrah on Friday, they said every person who goes anywhere near the neighborhood will be arrested. That if we come to the demonstrate the only thing we're going to see is the inside of the Russian compound.
I guess that I was naive to think that after all the bad publicity they got in the past week, and after the judge decreed that last week's protest legal (which shouldn't be such a remarkable achievement if you know the law, but unfortunately it is), they'd give us permission this week. Apparently it just made them more determined to prevent us from marching. Shame for them, it made us much more determined as well.
We will come, we will demonstrate, we will sing and drum, and if it means we'll spend the night at the police station, so be it.
And still, right now, I'm raging. Because they have no respect for what is right and what is just, and not even for the law. Because the people in the neighborhood arranged a farewell party for Gali who's leaving to India, and it shouldn't have turned into an urgent meeting, because Daniel should've been celebrating the fact that he's finished his last exam, and not running around between two of those.
And I'm also scared. Ahronovitch stood at the parliament today and gave the policemen every legitimation they needed for arrests and violence, and it promises not to be pretty. I'm scared because I know that that most probably I will be arrested. My name is on the emails, my picture in Ynet, and I'm marked as one of the leaders, so I must be on their lists. And this time it won't be 6 hours detention like on the previous times. It will be a night over. I'm willing to go through it, and had been in the preious times, and I'm as prepared as one can be, but nonetheless, I know that it won't be easy.
I can't believe that I'm saying that, but I wish I were in Jerusalem this evening, with people who'd have shared my anger, and gave me support. With hugs of solidarity. But I'm here, Shotting Martini and listening to Fiona Apple, Elvis Costello and Leonard Cohen. Wishing that tonight I'd have had some company, and with a major to do list for tomorrow.
If you Israeli and read this post, please come to Sheikh Jarrah this Friday, we need as many people as we can get. The demo starts at 15:00, buses are leaving from the central train station in TA at 13:30. If you're not, or can't make it, pass the word.
Furious like I've been in the night before the pride paradde in 2006, and we all know how that ended (35 of us in a police bus).
They refuse to let us march to Sheikh Jarrah on Friday, they said every person who goes anywhere near the neighborhood will be arrested. That if we come to the demonstrate the only thing we're going to see is the inside of the Russian compound.
I guess that I was naive to think that after all the bad publicity they got in the past week, and after the judge decreed that last week's protest legal (which shouldn't be such a remarkable achievement if you know the law, but unfortunately it is), they'd give us permission this week. Apparently it just made them more determined to prevent us from marching. Shame for them, it made us much more determined as well.
We will come, we will demonstrate, we will sing and drum, and if it means we'll spend the night at the police station, so be it.
And still, right now, I'm raging. Because they have no respect for what is right and what is just, and not even for the law. Because the people in the neighborhood arranged a farewell party for Gali who's leaving to India, and it shouldn't have turned into an urgent meeting, because Daniel should've been celebrating the fact that he's finished his last exam, and not running around between two of those.
And I'm also scared. Ahronovitch stood at the parliament today and gave the policemen every legitimation they needed for arrests and violence, and it promises not to be pretty. I'm scared because I know that that most probably I will be arrested. My name is on the emails, my picture in Ynet, and I'm marked as one of the leaders, so I must be on their lists. And this time it won't be 6 hours detention like on the previous times. It will be a night over. I'm willing to go through it, and had been in the preious times, and I'm as prepared as one can be, but nonetheless, I know that it won't be easy.
I can't believe that I'm saying that, but I wish I were in Jerusalem this evening, with people who'd have shared my anger, and gave me support. With hugs of solidarity. But I'm here, Shotting Martini and listening to Fiona Apple, Elvis Costello and Leonard Cohen. Wishing that tonight I'd have had some company, and with a major to do list for tomorrow.
If you Israeli and read this post, please come to Sheikh Jarrah this Friday, we need as many people as we can get. The demo starts at 15:00, buses are leaving from the central train station in TA at 13:30. If you're not, or can't make it, pass the word.