Colm Toibin - Kingdom of Olives and Ash - Writers Confront the Occupation

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Contents

COVER

TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT

INTRODUCTION:AYELET WALDMAN AND MICHAEL CHABON

THE DOVEKEEPER:GERALDINE BROOKS

ONE’S OWN PEOPLE:JACQUELINE WOODSON

BLOATED TIME AND THE DEATH OF MEANING:ALA HLEHEL

GIANT IN A CAGE:MICHAEL CHABON

THE LAND IN WINTER:MADELEINE THIEN

MR. NICE GUY:RACHEL KUSHNER

SAMI:RAJA SHEHADEH

OCCUPIED WORDS:LARS SAABYE CHRISTENSEN

PRISON VISIT:DAVE EGGERS

SUMUD:EMILY RABOTEAU

JOURNEY TO THE WEST BANK:MARIO VARGAS LLOSA

PLAYING FOR PALESTINE:ASSAF GAVRON

LOVE IN THE TIME OF QALANDIYA:TAIYE SELASI

IMAGINING JERICHO:COLM TÓIBÍN

THE END OF REASONS:EIMEAR MCBRIDE

HIGH PLACES:HARI KUNZRU

STORYLAND:LORRAINE ADAMS

THE SEPARATION WALL:HELON HABILA

A HUNDRED CHILDREN:EVA MENASSE

VISIBLE, INVISIBLE: TWO WORLDS:ANITA DESAI

HIP-HOP IS NOT DEAD:POROCHISTA KHAKPOUR

OCCUPATION’S UNTOLD STORY:FIDA JIRYIS

AN UNSUITABLE PLACE FOR CLOWNS:ARNON GRUNBERG

JUSTICE, JUSTICE YOU SHALL PURSUE:AYELET WALDMAN

TWO STORIES, SO MANY STORIES:COLUM MCCANN

H2:MAYLIS DE KERANGAL

AFTERWORD

FOOTNOTES

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

CONTRIBUTORS

PERMISSIONS

ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

WE DIDN’T WANT TO EDIT THIS BOOK. WE DIDN’T WANT TO write or even think, in any kind of sustained way, about Israel and Palestine, about the nature and meaning of occupation, about intifadas and settlements, about whose claims were more valid, whose suffering more bitter, whose crimes more egregious, whose outrage more justified. Our reluctance to engage with the issue was so acute that for nearly a quarter of a century we didn’t even visit the place where Ayelet was born.

We had gone to Israel in 1992, a few months after we met. Though raised primarily in the United States and Canada, Ayelet had been born in Jerusalem, the daughter of immigrants from Montreal, and had lived and studied in Israel on and off over the years; it was Michael’s first time. The Oslo accords were fresh and untested; it was a time of optimism, new initiatives, relative tranquility. We visited family and friends, made the requisite tourist pilgrimages to Yad Vashem, the Western Wall, Masada, the Dead Sea. We also spent time in the Muslim quarter in the Old City of Jerusalem, and visited celebrated mosques there, including the al-Aqsa, and in Akko. Some of what Michael saw during that time found its way, after undergoing a sea change, into the pages of The Yiddish Policemen’s Union . It was a memorable visit, the first, we imagined, of many we would be making together.

We didn’t go back for twenty-two years.

Over the course of that period, the tentative hope that followed Oslo vanished. Yitzhak Rabin was murdered. A second intifada, long and bloody, arose and was violently put down. The pace and extent of settlement construction in the territories increased, and the military occupation grew more entrenched, more brutal, more immiserating. Horrified and bewildered by the blur of violence and destruction, of reprisal and counter-reprisal and counter-counter-reprisal, put off by the dehumanizing rhetoric prevalent on both sides, we did what so many others in the ambivalent middle have done: we averted our gaze. We opted out of the debate, and stayed away from the country.

But in 2014, at the invitation of the Jerusalem International Writers’ Festival, Ayelet went back to Israel. While she was there, she met with some of the courageous members of Breaking the Silence (BTS), a nonprofit organization composed of former Israeli soldiers whose service in the occupied territories has inexorably led them to work vigorously and courageously to oppose the occupation and bring it to an end. BTS took Ayelet on a tour of the city of Hebron. They introduced her to Issa Amro, the founder of a grassroots group called Youth Against Settlements, whose nonviolent actions and campaigns are among the most prominent and creative in the West Bank. For the first time she had a clear, visceral understanding of just what occupation meant, of how it operated, and of the decades of Israeli strategic planning that had gone into creating the massive, often brutal, always dehumanizing military bureaucracy that oversees and controls it.

Then Ayelet went to Tel Aviv and spent some time in the company of writers, filmmakers, artists, and intellectuals who live in that cosmopolitan city, where gay couples walk hand in hand in the streets, where chic restaurants put their own creative spin on traditional Middle Eastern cuisine, and where the pace and tenor of life is sababa (an Israeli slang term, of Arabic origin, whose meaning is akin to the American slang term “chill”). The city sparkles; it hums. And it averts its gaze. One would never know, on the streets of Tel Aviv, that an hour’s drive away, millions of people are living and dying under oppressive military rule.

Ayelet had a wonderful time in Tel Aviv, and therein lay the problem. She felt so at ease in the country of her birth, so at home . But if she felt that way—that somehow she belonged to this country, by virtue of birth and temperament and upbringing, by virtue of being Jewish—then so too did she bear some measure of responsibility for the crimes and injustices perpetrated in the name of that home and its “security.”

Once Ayelet had come to that conclusion, however, she was immediately confronted with a new problem: she felt powerless. How could she do anything to effect meaningful change, no matter how small, in this intractable morass that had defeated the best and worst efforts of dozens of presidents and prime ministers, secretaries of state, Nobel Prize winners and NGOs, statesmen and diplomats and peace activists, not to mention generations of violent extremists of every stripe who had sought their own twisted solutions?