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  • nasdaq_1000bust nasdaq_1000bust Aug 27, 2002 1:33 PM Flag

    i am still here MF

    I am not surprise to see the bigot Jews/Israelis still going about their daily business. Katman, dizzy perma, and some others (suspicious new id names ??!!) showing on the block!!! Trying to act like new poster has joined the board and supports all the bigot Jews!!!
    Since you guys will not stop posting more lies trying to deceive the innocents with your web of lies and propaganda. I will continue to EXPOSE you and your posts. So lets get it on MF.

    First katman (MF #1), how is this for barbaric??!!

    International Solidarity Movement
    August 7, 2002

    For immediate release


    [TULKAREM] Israeli soldiers executed three men in
    Tulkarem center today in a disgusting and brutal

    Rebecca Murray (UK) reports that no medical teams have
    been allowed to function but that after the military
    stopped strafing the city with apache helicopters
    residents where finally able to retrieve the bodies of
    Ziad D�ias (28), Hamad Saidz (18), Maher Jeshmawi

    Murray went to the hospital and can confirm that the
    men were tied up and drug along the street to the
    point where they had no skin in some places. The men
    were shot in the head at point blank range resulting
    in large amounts of their heads being blown off. It is
    unclear if they were killed prior to the torture.

    This is another example of Israel�s illegal execution
    policy. It is unlawful to execute an accused person
    without giving him a fair trial first. Two bodies of
    law apply�humanitarian law, which applies in an armed
    conflict, and human rights law, which applies even
    where the laws of war do not.

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    • Bombing Death of �Afaf Disuqi, April 5
      At about 3:15 p.m. on Friday, April 5, Israeli soldiers ordered Asmahan Abu Murad, aged twenty-four, to come with them to knock on the home of the neighboring Disuqi family. As she came outside, she saw a group of Israeli soldiers, including one who was holding a bomb with a lit fuse which he was attaching to the Disuqi home: �I went outside and saw one soldier with a bomb, the string was already lit. They told me, �Quickly, put your fingers in your ears.� All of the soldiers went away from the bomb, then one soldier threw the bomb and the others started shooting at the door.�
      Aisha Disuqi, the thirty-seven-year-old sister of fifty-two-year-old �Afaf Disuqi, explained how the latterher sister went to the door to check on the smoke and to open it for the soldiers, and was killed in the explosion that followed:
      We were inside in a room and saw some smoke. The soldiers were asking us to open the door. My sister �Afaf went to the door to open it, and while she was opening it, the bomb exploded. When the bomb exploded, we were all screaming, calling for an ambulance. The soldiers were laughing. We saw the right side of her face was destroyed, and the left side of her shoulder and arm was also wounded. She was killed that first moment.
      Asmahan Abu Murad, who was outside with the soldiers in front of the door, corroborated in a separate interview with Human Rights Watch that the soldiers were laughing after the killing of �Afaf Disuqi: �After the explosion, I heard her sisters scream for an ambulance. The soldiers were laughing. Then they told me to go back inside.� After the explosion, the soldiers did not enter the Disuqi home. They told Asmahan Abu Murad that she could go home, and the soldiers then left the scene. During the time of the incident, there was no active combat or firing in the neighborhood. The remorseless murder of �Afaf Disuqi, an unarmed civilian, constitutes a war crime.
      �Afaf Disuqi�s family took her body inside the home, and repeatedly tried to get an ambulance: �We had a mobile but could only receive incoming calls. Every time someone called, we asked for an ambulance, but it was prohibited [for the ambulances to move].� The body remained at the home from Friday until the next Thursday, when the family was able to move the body to the hospital.

      International Solidarity Movement
      July 17, 2002
      for immediate release


      [RAMALLAH] Over 150 Palestinians and locals came under
      live fire from the Israeli Army this afternoon in an
      attempt to break the house arrest that has been
      imposed on the whole city.

      At approximately 4:45pm the people singing, chanting
      and carrying signs saying �We will decide when we go
      home� and �Freedom� arrived at the city center, Al
      Manara circle. One hour past the time curfew was
      re-imposed jeeps and armoured personnel carriers
      swarmed towards the group from all surrounding access
      roads, and cutting them off from escape routes.
      Immediately international activists lay across the
      roads leading to the circle to protect the Palestinian
      civilians in the center.

      The Israeli soldiers reacted violently to this
      peaceful demonstration by opening fire with live
      ammunition, throwing concussion grenades and dragging
      internationals from the roads. Palestinian women and
      children were able to get out of the center and we
      have no injuries reported yet.

      Three internationals including one Scot and two Swedes
      were forced into an armoured personnel carrier and
      have been taken to an unknown location.

      Two Americans were forced onto their knees and
      handcuffed to each other and a pipe. Looking up at the
      soldier standing over them with an M16 they could see
      clearly stamped on the gun �Property of US

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      • Qalqilia, West Bank, Palestine -- July 26, 2002 Report

        The Israeli army has been occupying this town of 40,000 for over four
        months continuously. During that time, there has been a closure of the
        city and a 24-hour curfew (imprisonment in the home). The closure means
        that there is only one entrance to the city, with a checkpoint that is
        controlled by the Israeli army. The curfew means that no one is allowed to
        leave their homes, under penalty of death. Every few days, this curfew is
        lifted and people are allowed to leave their homes for a few hours. This
        curfew has made it absolutely impossible for anyone to work in their jobs
        or farm their fields during these four months. The entire life of the city
        had to come to an abrupt halt when the army invaded in April and began to
        occupy the town. Since then, no one has been able to conduct their
        business, and the population's entire focus has become how to get food for
        the next day. The army does not announce in advance when they will lift
        the curfew, and so it is impossible to plan in advance for anything.
        Everyone is huddled inside their homes, waiting for word that the curfew is
        lifted so that they can go outside. Tanks, armed personnel carriers,
        bulldozers and dozens of jeeps roll into town every day, and have managed
        to destroy the pavement of most of the streets, the curbs, and the shades
        over the sidewalks. They frighten the citizenry by shooting at them with
        M16s, bazookas and tanks. About 20 people have been killed by the army in
        this town since the April invasion, 60 cars have been flattened by tanks,
        30 homes have been completely destroyed by Israeli bombs or bulldozers, and
        hundreds of homes have been entered and their residents harassed and
        property damaged by Israeli soldiers. In contrast, during this same time
        period, six Israeli colonizers living on Palestinian land in the West Bank
        have been killed by Palestinians.

        Qalqilia is a farming town, with many residents dependent on agricultural
        production for their livelihood. The Israeli government has decided to
        build a wall completely surrounding the town, and construction of the wall
        is well on its way. Every day we see Israeli construction workers putting
        up another section of the 20-foot high cement wall. It looks a lot like
        the Berlin wall, but with an added component: guard towers, much like those
        you see in a prison. The towers are being installed every few hundred
        feet, to be staffed by Israeli soldiers (most of which are young men aged
        18-22) with surveillance equipment and guns. This will give the Israeli
        army the power to peer out over all parts of the city, viewing the inside
        of people's homes (including the bedrooms) and shoot at will. The one
        entrance to the city will be strictly controlled by the Israeli army, and
        the gate will be closed at the whim of the officers in charge.

        Construction of this wall will have many devastating effects on a town
        already suffering a great deal due to the occupation. Farmers will be
        forbidden from farming on their own land if it is located outside the city
        limits, workers will be unable to reach their jobs (both those who commute
        in to Qalqilia and those who live in the town and work outside of it). In
        essence, the prison-like conditions created by the curfew will be made
        concrete by the completion of the prison wall. The worst effects, however,
        will be environmental, as much of the water supply of the city comes from
        winter flows from the nearby mountains. This water will be dammed by the
        wall and flood huge amounts of farmland both in Israel and the West Bank.
        The effects of the damming of the water supply will include contamination
        with waste water (leading to diarrhea, dysentery, etc.). It will affect
        Israelis as well as Palestinians.

        Here are some recent incidents that reflect everyday occurrence

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      I am SO hurt.
      I'm not the #1 MF in your life, anymore?

    • Poor ukkie, don�t you get it!! in the world of dizzy perma the road will take you to one place�Jewish paranoia, kill or be killed!!!

    • Over one month imprisoned in their homes�today is the 42nd day of curfew; people are restless, frustrated, lethargic, angry, humiliated, and saturated. They are using the small amount of money they had, unable to make anymore, and the financial situation is ever increasingly dire. I was having tea yesterday with a man who mutters: "Maybe I can carry 10 kilos, 20, or 50, but eventually I will break. Everyone has a limit."

      We are in an occupied house and talking to the man now living in the basement with 30 or so soldiers on the top three floors. These 30+ soldiers mean 5 apcs are parked out front, mesh covers the windows like giant spider webs, and the night reverberates with incessant shooting and loud music�the family has not slept well in over 25 days. The soldiers ask his children how they are, and the children say �Not good." The father says to me, "I want to tell my children about peace, but how can I when we are living like this? They don't believe it."

      During the last week, the city of Nablus had been rather quiet during the day and many people had been breaking curfew, coming out of their homes to open a shop or buy a few things. The night is still plagued by military operations, the sounds of tanks, gunfire, and surreptitious movement. The villages have been the focal point of the military during the past days, as they claim to be hunting the "terrorists" responsible for this or that suicide bombing or settlement incident. "They use the same stories again and again, killing the same terrorists three, four or five times," the press tells me a few nights ago. The villages lie to the southwest of Nablus, little clumps of homes nestled in olive groves and rolling hills, accessible only by thin dirt roads.

      This week, they spent three days going village to village looking for anywhere between 3-8 men. They killed three men the first day and denied the ambulance access to the bodies. A group of us went out to Sara village and attempted to get the ambulance in just to take the bodies but they told us we had to wait until they had finished their operation. Our refusal to leave was met with physical force: kicking, hitting and shoving 20 nonviolent activists come to simply take the dead.

      The next morning I went with the ambulance to get the bodies, as the Israeli army had finally given their okay. We wandered up a hill to an olive grove and found a very large group of men there, being searched and sorted into two groups. They had come to see the bodies and help and ended up being subject to search and arrest. They were separated into two groups, those 15-50 (over 75 men) and the very young and very old (over 45 people). ID's were taken and the men all sat on the ground waiting as about 20 soldiers milled about and the paramedics waited for the final okay to head up 100m to the bodies. As we watched this process, counting the men and asking the soldiers questions, we saw another group of over 60 men being led down the hill towards the paved road.

    • The children play "war" frequently. One mother told me the other day�"The terribly sad thing is that they always want to be the Israelis, no one wants to be Palestinian, to be controlled, to be the victim. These little children know who has power." Another woman tells me of her discussion with a group of children about life, saying that first children talked about problems they are having�not sleeping, nightmares, constant fear�but then the conversation turned toward dreams and desires. In the midst of talk about parks, toys, and summer camp one girl raised her hand and said: "We need some milk and bread." Despite their disturbing loss of innocence, children still manage to help me leave the mental space of many difficult realities; by playing with my hair, laughing at my Arabic, or simply sitting on my lap, they help me continually find healing, rejuvenation a! nd great hope.

      The people of this land are in dire need of humanization. As I become closer to the Palestinians living in Nablus and simultaneously start seeing the same soldiers and developing a rapport of sorts, I can't help but feel that the situation, this ongoing, long going war is profoundly tragic.

      One afternoon we were attempting to get food and medical supplies to an occupied house in an area where the Captain has threatened us with arrest. There is an apc at the bottom of a small hill about 300 feet from the house, where the soldiers demand that the Danish man and I are to stay, while Doctor Rassem and Feras Bakri go to the house to treat the child. Perhaps this is so we don't see the state of the home, or perhaps they suspect we are journalists, or perhaps it is simply about power and control�in any case, our goal is to care for the child and both Feras and the Doctor feel comfortable going without us. I watch as the ambulance heads up the hill and begin a conversation with the soldiers about "problems" in Nablus and how they feel about being here.

      These two young men were insistent on the fact that they want to go home, that they think over 95% of Palestinians are good, that they want peace for their children: "I just don't want my children to ride the bus in fear" Michel says. They talk about going out, dancing, not having showered in days and sleeping on the floor. They say they only shoot armed people. I ask about a recent death in Balata refugee camp where a 24 year-old was shot in the head by soldiers in a jeep. Maybe he had a gun they say; maybe rocks, I reply.

      They share hopes for the future and claim that there is a violent cycle that is incessantly repeating itself here�suicide bombing, invasion, bombing, invasion� I ask how they think they are helping end the problems and they say "By being here�no bombings in 20+ days." "And when you leave?" I ask. "Or do you plan to stay forever?" They seem completely ignorant of their role in creating further bombings, blind to the fact that they are only rendering a population more desperate, more hopeless, and more deprived each and every day, pushing people towards the "nothing to lose" state that a suicide bomber has invariably reached.

    • Palestinians at the Iraq Boreen roadblock then asked us to come to Salem village, where we helped remove three other roadblocks. We left a few people in the village who called an hour or two later to say that an apc and tank had come and a bulldozer was reported to be on its way. We moved quickly and had internationals there in time to block the bulldozer. 5 people sat on the ground and the bulldozer was unable to re-do the roadblock; the jeeps however did come and the soldiers began threatening arrest. After 30 minutes they begin taking the men, one by one, quick cuffing each one (with plastic handcuffs) and blindfolding them. They were put in the back of an apc and taken to Huwara military base (released hours later from Huwara after refusing to say anything). We stayed in the area until they left knowing they would bulldoze during the night. The day after we! came again to remove the road block and will continue this resistance as long as the Palestinians want to do so.

      The quiet has been replaced with the familiar sound of tanks, jeeps and shooting again. The bombing yesterday at Hebrew University in Jerusalem has led to a greater military presence and 4-5 people were injured today from tank machine gun fire, one of them this morning right in front of my eyes in Balata refugee camp. What are they doing? One might think the Israeli army targets certain people, or roams the city with a military aim. The reality is that a very large part of their work is about terror.

      This morning in Balata, they came in jeeps and began tear gassing everyone in sight for over an hour. Balata is one of the only places in Nablus that actively resists the Israeli army and succeeds�the children and young boys throw stones and impede the tanks from entering into the camp regularly. Our role this morning was not to negotiate or approach the tanks but rather to be witnesses, and attempt to discourage shooting by putting our bodies on the line. Two tanks are sitting in an open field at the southern entrance of the camp; the children and boys are 50m from them with us. We make ourselves visible and watch as the children and boys throw stones and push the tanks back.

      The tanks play cat and mouse for over two hours with the youth, racing forward and shooting in the air, rushing the crowd and letting out huge smoke clouds, then pulling back as the children race back out to throw stones. After over two hours of this we retreat back 3-4 m to some shade and sit as most the Palestinians mill about, seeming tired of these games. All of a sudden there is tank machine gun fire directly overhead us and shrapnel hits a 17 year-old boy in the head. I turn and see blood pouring down this young man's face, 1m in front of me. Everyone runs with him to a nearby clinic and the Internationals watch them go and turn towards the tanks that begin to retreat. What kind of military operation is this? All day they have been wandering the streets, firing at will and terrorizing. Things are closed again despite the fact that today marks the 14t! h day straight without any lift of curfew�two weeks without even an hour to go outside.

      Israeli, American made F-16's bombed Gaza and we watched Aljazeera news, as the numbers of those dead and injured rose ever higher, reaching over 170 (155 injured and 15 killed) by 2:30 a.m. when the news broadcast ended. I sat with 7 young Palestinian men at the UPMRC center watching the people shift through the rubble looking for more and more bodies, and then flashes of the hospital in total chaos. Horribly, graphic images flashed across the TV screen, especially of children no longer recognizable as human, but I was most touched by the young man next to me, as I watched one tear roll down his cheek, and felt that I too, was going to cry.

    • "...I arrive here having been forced, along with 8 fellow
      peace activists from the United States, France and Ireland,
      out of the Occupied Palestinian Territories. We were
      physically assaulted and abducted by armed gunmen
      from Israel's para-military Border Police in the
      heart of the West Bank. Our fate is that of an
      increasing number of foreign doctors, relief
      workers, journalists, observers and others in
      solidarity with the Palestinian people. We face
      deportation and refused entry when trying to help
      the Palestinian people, even as Israel escalates
      its war against them.

      This government of Israel does not wish the world to
      see or know of what its forces are doing in the
      name of occupation - for silence is the greatest
      asset of oppression.

      In this conflict, all are suffering. I have seen the horror
      and carnage wrought by both sides. But in this conflict
      there is only one occupation.

      The occupation must end now.
      We can be silent no longer."

      --Statement given by Adam Shapiro of the ISM upon his arrival
      at JFK Airport, NY

      The following 2 accounts are quite lengthy, but
      well worth the read. The first is actually dated
      two weeks ago, but things don't change.....

      Susan Barclay in Nablus
      Thu, 1 Aug 2002
      I find a few moments to write not because it is something that I even have the time to do, but more because if I don't write now, I am afraid to lose the precious, tragic stories and sights I have witnessed in the last few weeks.
      During the past weeks I lay down to sleep between 2-4 a.m. to the sounds of tanks clunking over the pavement, sporadic shooting - noises of the night that Palestinian ears can distinguish in the flash of a moment -- and a mind bursting with thoughts, scenes and stories that keep me from unconsciousness even longer.

      The morning begins with laughter as a friend tells me that he likes to watch Tom and Jerry because it makes him smile. "Why do people watch Rambo? We see that everyday�here it is not TV, it is real." When Internationals first arrive they are often baffled by the military machinery waging this war, but the novelty wears off so very quickly; loss of appreciation frequently goes hand in hand with habit, routine and repetition. Today alone, I saw over 15 tanks, 7 apcs, a number of jeeps, 30+ soldiers armed with M-16's and a Land Rover full of commandos. This is life here. Children 2-3 years old know the words for soldier, tank, shooting, prison, and death; slowly and surely war creeps into their beings.

    • Israel had agreed to pull out of the cities in the West Bank as part of recent negotiations and Hamas and Islamic Jihad had just called for an end to suicide bombings that night. Midnight rolls around and Israeli forces bomb an apartment building without any prior warning and with complete and total disregard for the lives inside, with the very intention of destroying them. The morning after, Hamas, Fatah, PLFP, and Islamic Jihad state loud and clear: Israel is not ready for peace, does not want peace. Suicide bombings are sure to follow. Can the world not see that Israel does not want peace? I can only imagine how this horrible incident is being spun in the U.S. Incessant stories about a Hamas member with little to no mention of the entire BUILDING of civilians. I bet no one in the U.S. saw the mangled children being shelved away at the hospital morgue,! the father who went mad as he watched his son die on the hospital bed, the young boy with a severely charred leg, or the !
      mother lying covered in blood, an oxygen mask over her face and child on her lap. What kind of a war is this? "They are trying to make life as unbearable as possible," a friend tells me yesterday, "Economically, medically, psychologically, and physically." That night we saw the creation of hell on earth--hatred, evil, fear, and terror. "Where is the peace?" someone says�..but everyone is silent.

      This adorable 70 year old man from a nearby village greeted me the morning after. He asked me only: "Did you see the children?" referring to Gaza. I say "Yes" and watch as tears well up in his eyes and continue speaking for him. Imagine everything that he has seen in this lifetime and yet still, the loss of life, the death of innocent people, the killing of children makes small streams of salt-water flow from his soul.

      Sharon and the Israeli government are not going to end this war; it is not in their interest to do so, as they may actually be forced to share this land. The cycle of violence seems to have no end in sight. We, all of us in the international community, must put pressure on our governments to TAKE ACTION NOW. There are many ways for you to help wipe this man's and this land's tears away. Make one call, send one email or letter today.
      The sounds of machine gun fire, tanks and occasional explosions echo through the windows from the streets in the heart of Nablus as I go to send this�it is only 11 p.m. Don't wait until tomorrow to do something�the time is now. This simply must end.
      From Beit Fureek, near Nablus:
      August 13, 2002By Adam Stumacher

      The town of Beit Fureek lies a mere seven kilometers from Nablus, but under military curfew they might just as well be separated by an ocean. According to Atef Hanini, the town's mayor, not a single resident of this town has been to Nablus for two months now. Previously much of the town's working population was employed in Nablus, so they are now unable to get to work (though of course were they by some miracle able to get to the city, they would find all shops and businesses closed due to curfew as well). However, the real crisis in Beit Fureek is not unemployment, but water.
      Every ounce of water for this town of 12,000 residents must be brought by truck from Nablus. The Israeli authorities have refused to tap into the water pipeline that passes less than five hundred meters from city limits. There is also a spring close enough to this town that the residents can hear its gurgling (when their ears are not filled with the sounds passing tanks or M16 rounds). This spring has enough water that it could meet the needs of all the town's residents, plus the residents of the nearby town of Beit Dejan, which faces the same water crisis. But one hundred percent of the water from this spring is diverted to Israeli settlements in the Jordan valley. So the water tanker has become the tenuous lifeline for this whole community.

    • The town owns a total of five water trucks. The trouble is, the trucks are only occasionally let through the nearby Israeli army checkpoint. In theory, they are allowed to pass back and forth to Nablus between the hours of 10 AM and 2 PM. But soldiers often detain the trucks so long at the checkpoint that even completing one run per day can be a challenge. Sometimes, when turned around at the checkpoint, desperate truck drivers fill up from non-sanitary water sources, which has led to a serious problem with amoebic dysentery in the town (which has almost no access to medical care, again due to the curfew).

      Beit Fureek had been averaging eight tankers of water per day since April, while Hanini assesses the community's basic survival need at twenty five or twenty six tankers per day. But when I visited the town on August 13, extremely strict enforcement at the checkpoint for the past couple of days meant that only one water truck had arrived in the town over the past 48 hours.

      Some residents have been without water in their homes for over 40 days now. The only way this community survives is by sharing whatever limited resources they have with their neighbors. Lack of water has severely damaged the town's agricultural output. Farmers have stopped watering their crops, and most of the town's livestock has been slaughtered because there is insufficient water to keep both animals and humans alive. In short, the people of Beit Fureek are being murdered, very slowly and systematically, by the conditions of occupation.

      But the killings are not always so slow. I spent the night in the home of Hassan, an extremely eloquent and erudite engineer in his late twenties. He told the story of his late uncle, Mohammed Zamout. Mohammed was seventy years old last October when he went to help in the town's annual olive harvest. This is an extremely dangerous activity, as the town's olive groves are close to an Israeli settlement (the grove has been there for generations, but the settlement lands were stolen since 1967). At the end of the day, when all the people of Beit Fureek returned to their homes, Mohammed's absence was noted by his family. They searched all night, but were unable to find his body until they returned to the olive grove the next morning. This seventy year old man had been shot, his arms were cut off below the elbows, his legs severed below the knees, one eye was pulled out of his socket, and his skull was crushed by a rock. Israeli authorities eventually arrested a settler b!
      y the name of Gurham for this crime, but Gurham pleaded temporary insanity and was acquitted, never serving a day of jail time.

      Every person you meet here in Palestine has a story to tell, and every story leaves you unable to breathe. You want to curl into a ball and cry, or thrash on the ground and shout at the top of your lungs, but you cannot. You offer your condolences, sip your coffee, and pledge yourself to fight this injustice.

      Dr. Martin Luther King once said that we should not rest until justice flows like water. But for the thirsty Palestinian people, the tanks are still detained at the closest checkpoint.


    • Tell is in the same situation�foot soldiers wandering in the fields, snipers on the hills, tanks, apcs, and jeeps patrolling. I ask a soldier at a tank "What are you doing today?" "There are three terrorists free." "But you killed three men yesterday�." "There are many." We continue down the road towards Tell and come across an apc, two large trucks, and soldiers forcing handcuffed Palestinians inside. This is the Tell round up�.taking all the local men for interrogation. We walk towards them, but they are leaving, and so we deal with what they have left behind: 9 donkeys, dozens of jars of traditional yogurt, and scattered possessions. We set off with the donkeys and belongings towards Tell to meet the other internationals and the medical team that has gone to deliver vaccinations. The military operation in Tell seems to be coming to a close; the jeeps and apc! s have left and so we return to Nablus, leaving a few behind to sleep in the village.

      The next morning, we get news from the next village, Iraq Boreen, 1 km from Tell, 2 km from Sara. The IDF is still looking for their terrorists and has rounded up all the local men at a school/women's center in town. There are already internationals in the village and those of us in Nablus head off to the village. We begin the long walk out the small dirt path towards the village and see dozens and dozens of soldiers wandering through the olive groves below the village that sits on a breathtaking butte; we are denied entry into the village by soldiers at a junction and told to wait. We do wait, just until a bus arrives for some soldiers; we use this distraction as a chance to walk right past them, despite their echoing "Stop, stop."

      In the village we find that the large majority of the men have been released but the remaining men cannot get their ID's back. It is clear that one of the three jeeps is ready to leave with the ID's so volunteers sit on the ground to block its path. We are able to thwart the jeep movements for a while and create quite a scene that the Palestinians support, saying whether we go or stay they will have problems, so we might as well stay. The jeep and soldiers eventually manages to remove enough Internationals to pull forth; they return the ID's to the men and leave us talking to the Palestinians. We split in two, some staying the village, some walking back into Nablus.

      We have been doing a lot of roadblock removals during the last few days. The Israeli army has closed every single village repeatedly and the internationals staying in Iraq Boreen heeded the locals call to remove these road blocks. A group of nearly 40 of us headed out to Tell, Iraq Boreen and New Nablus and removed three roadblocks one morning. It was incredibly beautiful to watch this simple success�working for a few hours and then watching as water trucks, vegetables and taxis begin to pass�encouraged by the sound of our clapping and the smiles of resistance.

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