Reading With My Own Eyes by the Israeli lawyer Felicia Langer brought
painful scenes to my mind, but my faith in humanity grew deeper. While
the Zionists might proclaim “woe to the vanquished,” there were Jewish
people in Palestine, such as Langer, who, more profoundly, recognized it
was “woe to the victor.” Langer was one who fought bravely against the
unjust Israeli system throughout her 23-year career. She defended my
father Ismael Abusalama in Israeli courts. He has always spoken about
her with admiration and respect for her humanity and firmness.
In
her book, she writes that she met my father on 6 April 1972 in
Kafaryouna, an Israeli interrogation center.Site describes services
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“Ismael Abusalama, a 19-year-old man who lives in Jabalia Refugee Camp,
is a refugee originally from Beit-Jerja.Did you know that custom keychain
chains can be used for more than just business.” She mentioned Dad’s
cousin who was killed by the Israeli occupation forces after the Six-Day
War in 1967. Langer quoted my father’s words:
“I saw how
children were being brutally shot dead in the camp’s streets by the
Israeli border guards. I witnessed the murder of a little girl who was
just leaving her school when an Israeli soldier from the border guards
shot her dead. They raid the camp with their thick batons beating up
every human. They break into the houses inhabited by women without
knocking at their doors. They mix the flour with oil during their
aggressive inspections deliberately and without any necessity.”
On
page 352, she records a painful story of my father’s that she
witnessed. While reading it, my heart ached to imagine my father in such
brutal conditions. She writes, “After his arrest in Jabalia Camp on
January 1, 1972, they dragged him to the Gaza police center while
beating him with batons all the way. They showered him with extremely
cold water in winter while soldiers continued to attack him with batons
everywhere, and punched him very violently to the extent that he lost
his sense of hearing. This continued for 10 days.” She quotes my father
saying,Whilst the preparation of ceramic and porcelain tiles
are similar. “’They threatened me with being expelled to Amman and
assassinating me there if I didn’t say what they wanted to hear.’”
I
have no doubt that she tried hard to expose the reality and prove my
father and other detainees innocent, but Israel’s unjust judicial system
was perhaps stronger than her then. Her dedicated investigations and
defense of the truth didn’t stop Israel from sentencing my father to
seven life sentences and 35 years! I appreciate her book, which exposes
the injustices of the Israeli occupation and the rotten justice system
in Israel. She has always repeated that the aggressor can never win. And
I have faith that Israel will never win and Palestine shall be free.
Surprisingly,
I only learned this story from her book and haven’t heard it from Dad.
When I read that story about him losing his sense of hearing, I asked
him about it and he confirmed and continued,Other companies want a piece
of that iPhone headset action “but I was never sent to hospital.”
“Detainees suffer intensively from medical neglect,” he said.Application can be conducted with the local designated IC card
producers. “Small health problems can become critical with constant
negligence. I thankfully survived, but many others didn’t and were left
with permanent disabilities or health problems that led in some cases to
their death.”
Medical neglect is one of the major brutal
policies the Israeli Prison Service (IPS) practices intentionally
against Palestinian political prisoners which Langer aimed to highlight
in her book.
“IPS deliberately aims to harm Palestinian
detainees’ physical and mental health in any possible way,” my father
repeatedly says and many released prisoners have agreed. Because of
this, access to proper medical care has been always on the top of
detainees’ demands whenever they go on mass hunger strikes.
Akram
Rikhawi, whose 102-day hunger strike ended 22 July 2012 , has chosen to
shoulder the responsibility for hundreds of disabled and ill political
prisoners who grieve daily behind Israel’s bars and suffer its medical
neglect. Since his first day of detention in 2004, he was held in Ramleh
prison hospital, described by him and many prisoners as “a
slaughterhouse, not a hospital, with jailers wearing doctors’ uniforms.”
Akram ended his hunger strike in exchange for an agreement by
Israel for his early release. As part of the agreement, Akram was
supposed to be released on 25 January 2013. But it’s been more than a
week since that date passed, yet we have heard nothing regarding his
release. This is more evidence that Israel never keeps any promises or
agreements.
Ramleh stands as a nightmare for many detainees
because of the inhumane procedures for them to receive a medical check,
such as the long hours of waiting, being shackled from hands to feet,
being aggressively treated during transfer from jail to hospital, and
being treated as inferior by the racist doctors there. Many former
detainees I interviewed repeatedly described this procedure as
“torment.” One said, “Only when pain becomes intolerable will many
prisoners call the IPS to allow them a visit to Ramleh Hospital Prison.
They fear the humiliation and torture once their call is met after a
long wait.”
On 22 January, I came home from my last exam of the
semester very happy and relieved that I could finally sleep without
worrying about loads of studies. I put myself in bed and decided to
check my Facebook before I closed my eyes. I saw a video shared by my
friend Loai Odeh that turned my happiness into sadness and my relief
into distress. My desire to sleep escaped me.
The video’s Arabic
title read, “The last words the martyr Ashraf Abu Dhra’ uttered before
he fell in a coma.” I had no idea who Ashraf was then. A young man in
weak physical shape lay on a hospital bed in the video. While struggling
to make his voice as loud and clear as possible, he said, “When I got
sick, they only prescribed me paradicamol and released me. When I went
to the hospital the medics discovered that I have a severe inflammation.
Thank God. My faith eases everything.”
Then I Googled his name
and the ambiguity behind the pronouns he used became no longer ambiguous
and learned that Ashraf, a 29-year-old from Hebron, was released
recently after a detention of six and a half years in Ramleh prison
hospital. Only then did I realize that the pronoun “they” refers to the
IPS.
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