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Testimonios del programa de Superación de la violencia en Medio Oriente y visita a Palestina

Viernes, 11 de abril de 2014

Por: Zara Snapp – Miembro del Mec por la Equidad y participante en el encuentro de Superación de la Violencia en Medio Oriente realizado en Amán, Jordania.

Cuando pensamos en Palestina, imágenes de retenes, fronteras, soldados y paredes vienen a la mente. No sabía que esperar cuando me enteré que tenía la oportunidad de hacer un viaje de solidaridad a Palestina y después, ir a Jordania para conocer mejor la situación actual en el Medio Oriente. Representando al Movimiento Estudiantil Cristiano por la Equidad en México, participé en un viaje inesperado que me abrió los ojos a lo que está sucediendo en esa región y las maneras en que América Latina puede apoyar su causa.

Llegamos primero a Jordania para que al día siguiente pudiéramos cruzar el puente Allenby, pasar por varios retenes e intentar sentir la experiencia que tienen los palestinos en su día cotidiano. Cruzar la frontera tomó más de cuatro horas y había muchos momentos en los que esperamos en el camión sin explicaciones. Sin embargo, llegamos a Beit Sahour, afuera de Belén, donde fuimos recibidos cálidamente por el director del YMCA de Belén. El hotel donde nos quedamos era al lado del “Campo de Pastores”, aquel donde los pastores fueron notificados del nacimiento de Cristo.

Durante los cuatro días en Palestina vimos muchos sitios de interés, incluyendo la Iglesia del Santo Sepulcro, el Muro de los Lamentos y la Iglesia de Belén, que sin duda, son lugares de mucho poder y mucha historia. Pero para mí, lo más impactante del viaje fueron las conexiones que hice con los otros participantes y la gente de la región. Tuvimos la fortuna de tener un guía, Ayman, quien nos explicó sobre la realidad geopolítica e intentó contextualizar las experiencias de los palestinos con las noticias que hemos visto.

Para muchos de nosotros, la visita a la ciudad de Hebrón nos afectó fuertemente. Cuando llegas a la ciudad, ésta está rodeada por retenes de la Fuerzas Armadas de los Israelíes, aunque legalmente, la ciudad queda en territorio palestino. Es una ciudad con mucho movimiento: gente en la calle comprando, camiones llevando personas por todos lados, y tiendas con mucha acción. Pero al entrar la ciudad vieja, todo el ambiente cambia. Después de pasar otro retén, llegas a una parte donde muchas calles están vacías. La gente ha dejado sus casas porque su comunidad tiene dificultad en acceder a esa parte de la ciudad. En Hebrón, hay aproximadamente 400 “settlers” o colonos, que requieren más de 1000 soldados para “protegerse”. La división de la ciudad se siente por toda la parte vieja de ésta. Hay una calle donde los palestinos no tienen permiso de caminar. Lo voy a decir otra vez: ¡hay una calle donde una población de personas no puede caminar!. Justifican esta discriminación bajo el paraguas de la seguridad. Mientras caminábamos por una calle paralela a esa calle (que estaba totalmente vacía, salvo por unas cuantas personas), vimos unos chicos corriendo. Al principio, parecía que solamente estaban haciendo un poco de ejercicio, y eso fue lo que estaban haciendo. Pero lo más extraño era, que estos chicos estaban cargando armas de fuego mientras corrían. No eran pistolas, sino armas de fuego más poderosas. Todo el grupo quedó asombrado de ver cómo esto era permitido.

Durante el viaje, hubo imágenes fuertes que siempre quedarán en nuestras conciencias; y durante las conversaciones con los estudiantes y activistas palestinos, fue claramente demostrado que este conflicto no tiene que ver con la religión. Para los Israelíes, no hay diferencia entre un palestino musulmán y uno cristiano. Este conflicto es claramente sobre la tierra. Para algunos israelíes, puede ser que tenga un componente religioso, pero el Estado Israelí está haciendo todo en su poder para apropiarse de la mayor parte de terreno posible. El desarrollo de los “settlements” o asentamientos, es una manera de tomar espacios y hacerlos suyos. Cuando reflexionamos sobre este conflicto, deberíamos tener en cuenta que todos somos humanos y que estas dos comunidades tienen una relación histórica con esta tierra. Nos solidarizamos con el pueblo palestino porque vemos la discriminación que enfrentan de manera diaria.

Los palestinos con quienes hablamos, hicieron varias recomendaciones sobre cómo la gente en el extranjero pueden apoyar su causa.

  1. Ven a Ver: Este pedido es simple, ven a Palestina para ver cómo son sus vidas, apoyar la economía Palestina, y aprender sobre el tema. Tu responsabilidad después es regresar a tu comunidad y hablar sobre la experiencia.
  2. Plantación de árboles de olivos: El YMCA planta árboles de olivos para re-apropiarse de terrenos para que sean fértiles y productivos. Puedes financiar un árbol y dedicarlo a una persona o una organización.
  3. Boicot, Desinversión y Sanciones: Esta propuesta es la más compleja y la más controvertida. Pero también es la manera de tener mayor impacto. Esta campaña busca boicotear, desinvertir y sancionar los recursos de los Israelís, particularmente en el Territorio Palestino para que ya no sea posible seguir su política de discriminación. Esto implica que las empresas, países e individuos se enteren de cuáles son las corporaciones que apoyan a Israel. Puedes encontrar más información sobre la campaña aquí.

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Regresé a México con muchas emociones sobre el viaje, pero la sensación con la cual he quedado, tiene que ver con la necesidad de siempre alzar la voz cuando ves injusticia. Cada uno de nosotros está trabajando para mejorar las condiciones en nuestros países, buscando una ruta hacia la paz y la justicia. No lo podemos hacer solos, necesitamos la inspiración de muchos. Y sobre todo, siempre seamos: “suave con las personas, pero duros con el problema”.

Reblog from my dear friend, Jen Scott: the Aquarium, in memoriam

we came, we swam, we conquered the art of the home cinema

NOTE: I re-read this blog from my dear friend and former roomie, Jen Scott the other day. She wrote it in 2011, but nonetheless, for posterity’s sake, I have decided to post it here. Missing you!

“When I first moved to DC, I lived on a blow-up bed and the generosity of incredible friends. ‘The Dorm’, as we called it, quickly became one of Dupont Circle’s finest examples of authentic bohemia. It lasted for longer than any of us would have thought possible, until we were eventually dismantled at the insistence of the more strait-laced landlord.

I reluctantly decamped to a so-called English basement, thinking that I too could save my pennies by thriving happily below ground in a glorified boiler room.

Wild Pacific Salmon, madam?

Shortly after unpacking my single box of possessions I was dispatched to Bangladesh for work, where six weeks in a five star hotel suite ruined my housing palette and whetted my appetite for a place to call home. I stumbled off a sleepless 36 hour journey back to Washington and opened the door, only to burst into tears at the sight of my sad little basement with its non-existent kitchen, strip lighting and cracked floor tiles. I guess it’s possible that I was not actually as low maintenance as I’d like to have imagined. Perched atop my unopened suitcase, a quick craigslist search later (‘light, loft, space, DC’ ) returned the magnificent apartment that we came to call the Aquarium.

pre-party for the New Years Eve Disco Ball 2011

The apartment had been posted only an hour before and I hadn’t showered in more hours than were optimal. But having become familiar with the extreme sharkiness of the Washington rental market, I went round to see it that same day. Together with my friend Zara, we plotted to bag the space and began transforming this enormous, inviting blank canvas into our home.

the Aquarium may not always have had eggs in the fridge, but we were rarely lacking for a fine beverage selection.

It was a time of transition for both of us – we changed jobs, ended relationships, began new ones, found love, practiced yoga, experimented with the arts, cooked dinners, nursed injuries, threw parties, created a neighborhood cinema, installed a disco ball, slept through hermit weekends, hosted family, and lay quietly on our sofas watching the seasons come and go through the enormous 22 foot window. We were not without drama and trials. But somehow the space generated its own power to restore calm at the end of each day.

the more, the merrier

Winter went with a bittersweet transition, as Zara launched into a new phase of life and adventure in Mexico. But then my friends Rachel and spring arrived, and the dream lived on. Flux was a natural part of the Aquarium habitat; Rachel’s summer of weddings coincided with my summer of work trips. Our home had a strong gravitational pull, and the urban family just sort of drifted in at the slightest summon. The months ran into each other as we added to the stock pile of cumulative contentment.

It is with mixed feelings that I am now the one to leave. I have thought carefully about leaving the city, but I will for sure miss the wonderful people I have known there. The Aquarium has been one of the most constant friends I’ve made in Washington. In my itinerant adult life, it’s taught me for the first time the value of a safe haven, and the joy of making and sharing a place of your own. I’ve also learned that a nice home is a great tool for forging a community. But it is not the only one. Like houses, friendship communities need maintenance; though I am hoping that with a lot of investment and love, they can be much more mobile.”

Three Years of the Movement for Peace with Justice & Dignity

photo 1 The 28th of March marked the third anniversary of the Movement for Peace with Justice and Dignity (MPJD), a movement which emerged with the death of Juan Francisco Sicilia and six of his friends in 2011. Although more than 40,000 people had already been killed due to drug war related violence, this single incident in Cuernavaca, Morelos rocked the country. Unbeknownst to those who had killed him, Juan Francisco was the son of Javier Sicilia, a noted Mexican poet and intellectual.

Upon learning of the death of his son, rather than staying silent as many before him, he chose to speak out. On March 28, the Movement for Peace emerged as a political force of victims, family members, activists, academics and artists. Over the course of three years, they held dialogues with then President Calderon, the primary presidential candidates, held protests throughout Mexico City and completed three caravans, crossing all of Mexico and the United States.

Through it all, the victims and their families have stayed at the center. The stories of those who have been killed or disappeared as a result of the failed war on drugs continue to be told. Mothers, fathers, sisters and others continue to cry out in search for their loved ones. The pain has not diminished, but rather grows with each passing day in which justice is not served.

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To commemorate three years of walking side by side, of protesting, of supporting and of building a community, the MPJD decided to take action. Rather than focusing on policy recommendations or trying to move some government institution to take action (although that is always a goal), the Movement took charge of reappropriating public spaces as a means of creating memory within the consciousness of our society.

On March 27, 2014, we met at the Estela de Luz (although we call it the Estela de Paz) to install 30 plaques with the stories and names of those who have been killed in disappeared. Drilling through the granite was hard. The police came by to stop it. They were dissuaded. The museum below the Estela complained. They too were eventually turned away. Who in their right mind can deny a mother with four sons who have been disappeared the right to create a space where there memory lives on. No one. We drilled away until all the plaques had been placed. That space will never be the same.

On March 28, 2014, the Movement traveled to Cuernavaca, Morelos to engage in additional civil disobedience. This time, we went to the Gustavo Díaz Ordáz Boulevard. For those who don’t know, Díaz was the president responsible for the October 2, 1968 Tlatelolco massacre of students in Mexico City. It would be comparable to having a Pinochet Avenue in Chile or an Idi Amin Street in Uganda. Unthinkable.

Upon arrival at the Boulevard, we began taking down the street signs, one by one, replacing them with the exact same sign except it now read: 28 de Marzo, commemorating the anniversary of the Movement for Peace. Slowly walking up and down the street, individuals would climb the ladder to screw in the new name. As we walked the street, most of the cars passing by shouted expressions of support, but there were a few who called out that we were committing vandalism. (see the update). These actions might mean little when thinking about the injustice and corruption that exists in Mexico, but through these acts, we become closer. We grow together and we affirm that we are on the right side of history.

UPDATE: Since the actions on the 27th and 28th of March, the plaques are still at the Estela de Paz and have been left untouched. The new street signs on the other hand have been taken down and are back to having the name of someone responsible for the massacre of students in 1968. This signals to the Movement that we must continue to build consciousness. It was never about making someone’s life harder because the street name had been changed, but rather as a way of honoring the memory and history that we are currently living, as well as letting go of the violations we experienced in the past. We will continue building that memory and calling out the names of our loved ones. Vivos se los llevaron! Vivos los queremos!