March 17, 2003

Elizabeth and another teacher went with her 8th graders on a picnic in the nearby hills. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining on the very green blooming hills.

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March 16, 2003

An International Solidarity Movement volunteer had been killed, crushed by an Israeli bulldozer as she stood in front of a house in a Gaza refugee camp. The journalist was calling to see if we happened to know her - we didn't, but when Marthame repeated her name, Rachel Corrie, one of the group gasped. "I know her. I was standing with her in front of a bulldozer a couple of weeks ago."

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March 13, 2003

This afternoon we got a call from one of the University students who participated in the exchange program back in April. He's from the village of Saida, near Tulkarem, which the Israelis have been occupying since yesterday and are not letting anyone in or out. Such events used to make the news, but they've become so ordinary, no one pays attention. His older brothers and father were rounded up with the men and taken to the school. His mother had to be taken to the hospital because of the stress. So his little brother is at home alone with his sisters.

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March 6, 2003

Fr. Aktham went down to negotiate. Even though the orders from above were that they be allowed to pass, the soldiers were unmovable. This gets old. Real old.

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March 3, 2003

It's the questions - Where have you been? What were you doing? Whom did you see? - which not only seem to take precedence over the searches, but also annoy, as though it is the very exchange of ideas and human interaction which is more threatening to the State of Israel than any weapons.

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March 2, 2003

Today were the elections for the Church Council, made up of seven folks who will work with Fr. Aktham on various issues concerning the life of the parish.

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March 1, 2003

Marthame walked towards the other side, stepping in mud up to his ankles, turning his once black shoes to brown. In Jenin, the combination of destruction and excessive rains left rivers of ankle-high running down the middle of the street, perfect for cleaning Marthame's shoes. When Marthame arrived at the bank, someone noticed his shoes (people notice shoes here) and said, "Have you been four-wheeling?"

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