Sahar
Vardi is an Israeli woman who has come to speak to us on a panel with two Palestinian
women from another organization, Just Visions. She has long, sandy blond hair, and
is wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, black tie shoes, and sports a playful laugh,
expressive hands, and a forehead that wrinkles up when she is saying something
serious. She is a few years younger than
my daughters.
Sahar
explains that young Israelis get used to carrying their M16’s with them, in and
out of uniform, that fear is part of both formal and cultural education. In April the Passover message is basically, “in
every generation someone tries to annihilate us,” and then a week later there
are military celebrations that lead into Israeli Independence Day. And then of
course there are all the tragic and traumatizing personal experiences: a
suicide bomb blew up outside of her school during the Second Intifada.
But
something happened to Sahar’s indoctrination.
In 2003 at age 13, she joined her father in a Palestinian village in
Jerusalem for an action day, planting olive trees, changing water pipes,
painting a neighboring school. Each year they returned, witnessing the building
of the separation wall, (dividing Palestinian village from Palestinian village),
the uprooted olive trees they had planted, the broken water pipes. She watched Palestinian children waiting at
checkpoints to go to school. She went to
her first protest at 14 in the village of Bil’in, marching to the site of the
proposed wall, running from the tear gas and rubber bullets shot by Israeli
soldiers, finding herself protected by Palestinian villagers. These experiences challenged the “us versus
them” paradigm around her and by 18, she felt she could no longer join the
army.
She
and a group of friends known as the Shministim
decided to publicly refuse their mandatory army service and wrote a public letter
explaining their intentions and their critical message regarding the army and
the military system. She was imprisoned
for several months and was ultimately released for mental health reasons.
Now,
deeply committed to the struggle against directions within Israeli society, she
has worked with the Israeli Committee Against House Demolitions and New
Profile, (a feminist anti-military organization that supported her through her
refusal). She currently works with the American Friends Service Committee, focusing
on the demilitarization of Israeli society.
Sahar
notes that as long as she can produce concrete small results, in New Profile helping
a soldier get conscientious objectors status or just getting out of the army
for whatever reason, (often mental health), then she stays hopeful and does not
burn out.
But
the work is challenging. Sahar mentions her grandmother who asked her where she
will go after the end of the State of Israel.
She reassured her,” I’m here, this is my culture, but society has to
change.” I am reminded that while we
are focused on the military culture in Israel, this is happening in our society
as well. This is partly the byproduct of the increasingly ubiquitous culture of
fear, whether it was the red scare of the 1950s or the terror that seized the
US after 9/11. This fear is a commodity used well by our politicians and global
corporations, producing our huge military budget with a $3.4 billion subsidy to
Israel. Let’s remember that 75% of this money must be used to buy arms in the US. Somehow, it looks to me like our congress is
subsidizing our military companies, while Israeli defense companies build our drones
and their subsidiaries build our wall with Mexico. Meanwhile most Jewish
Israelis are too afraid to venture into East Jerusalem and Jewish settlers in
the Old City walk around with armed guards, stepping to avoid the clergy of
every denomination, the nuns, the tourists, the children in a variety of school
uniforms, and the Palestinians who have lived there for centuries.
I
feel my weariness and cynicism going global. I try drinking from the well of
Sahar’s youthful energy when I hear the resonant voices of Dorothy Cotton and
Vincent Harding, restoring us with the inspiration and passion of music they
have been singing since the 1960s civil rights struggles. My heart soars as the
delegates join them in song: “Ain’t gonna let nobody (or wall, checkpoint,
exhaustion) turn me around, turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let nobody turn me around, marching
onto freedom land.” Another day in the long march towards a better society
begins again.
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