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Road 443 and Qalandiya Checkpoint
Susan Lourenco
Machsomwatch
16.6.2010


Observers: Neta E. (our “guide” to Qalandia), Alix W., Susan L. (reporting)

Summary
What has a British comic opera, got to do with Qalandia? Not much, although, at one level, British politics and institutions are satirized in “The Mikado” in a way that might be helpful in this part of the world. Today, at Qalandia, no satire, but a cruel and harsh reality for “three little maids from school.” There, three Palestinian sisters could not be “filled to the brim with girlish glee,” since they live under the cruelty of Occupation: nothing can be a “source of fun,” and life is certainly not the “joke that’s just begun” as it is for the threesome in The Mikado. Other than that, yes, there were three little maids today at Qalandia, ranging in age from ten to fourteen, and they could not go to see their father….

Route 443
At the end of 2009, the Supreme Court revoked the ban on Palestinians traveling or walking on Route 443, ruling it was unauthorized and disproportional. Yet the facts on the ground are very different. Our shift today found thorough security checks before being allowed to access the highway, a multitude of new fencing, barbed wire and all manner of obstacles, such as gates and concrete blocks, as well as new checkpoints and hills bristling with communication antennae. Moreover, the permission granted by the IDF for Palestinians from villages alongside 443, which cuts through Palestinian territory, a fact oblivious to the thousands of Israelis motorists whizzing along, unaware of what’s new, is for driving an extremely limited stretch of the roadway -- not more than 3 kms. if that, to a new checkpoint. Just before this checkpoint is a side road which indicates a way to Ramallah as well as a sign in Hebrew only, directed at Israelis: “if you get up to here, you’ve made a mistake!” In any case, no Palestinian can use Route 443 to access Jerusalem or Ramallah. So much for the Supreme Court’s success.

Qalandia
13:10 -- only two booths are open. And there’s a long line of people who’ve been waiting, as they tell us, for a long, long time. Inside the bulletproof “cage” which houses two soldiers working the first of the several turnstiles that need to be negotiated at this infamous terminal, we see a male and a female solider joking with each other but certainly doing nothing to relieve the line which lengthens by the minute. Men, women, and children are quiet but frustrated.

13:30 -- twenty minutes after our arrival and midst a series of phone calls that we make, K. the DCO representative arrives; one of the two soldiers presses a button and the line begins to move. K.’s response to our complaints of the line not moving: “The soldiers were eating… they, too, are human.” Yet he goes on to show his own complete lack of humanity insofar as the “three little maids” are concerned. We hadn’t noticed them go through the first turnstile, but meet them, with their relative, as they return through the lane next to the outgoing one. Three well-dressed girls, eyes downcast, brimming with tears. They have no papers, so no way can they leave Qalandia to go to Beit Hanina to meet their father. K. announces that nobody can get into America without a passport (so, he seems to suggest, there’s an analogy in going through Qalandia, on Palestinian soil, to going to Beit Hanina, also on Palestinian soil). No amount of persuasion about the role of a DCO means anything to him. No phone calls help, and the sad little trio, depart after our efforts, half an hour or so of trying, trying, and trying yet again, fail.
Inside the bulletproof cage, the woman soldier pulls faces at the small boy trying to sell chewing gum. and later, K., joshes with this same kid, making a show of “fraternal” behavior.

13: 40 -- outside, one can see how Qalandia is growing apace, the new checking station for vehicles and pedestrians nearing completion. A long line of vehicles attempts to make its way out of Rammalah, is stopped by the checking process, aided and abetted by the shouting belching out from the tall military lookout tower above. Vendors stand in the midst of the forlorn looking roundabout, selling blankets (and it’s 30 C) and a very military looking orange and khaki kite -- a plane!

13:50 -- the situation is as before. The two soldiers inside their bulletproof bubble do nothing. A Palestinian man comes out of the ever increasing line and gives them the finger and is hastily pulled away by a fellow Palestinian.

Another officer arrives, argues with us that things are not bad considering it’s between one and two o’clock in the afternoon, when, according to us, lines should be flowing smoothly. But with only two checking lanes open?

14:00 -- as the two soldiers inside the bulletproof bubble leave, they are replaced by just one woman soldier who works on her own. As her comrade leaves, like her fellow soldier in the military tower outside, she’s shouting, this time, not at the Palestinians but at us.

More than half an hour after our first sighting of the “three little maids”, the DCO officer returns, saying nothing can be done. Intransigence. Exactly what a District Coordinating Officer, we’ve been led to believe and, indeed, seen over the years, is not meant to display.

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