Saturday, March 21, 2015

Steven Salaita on nature, olive trees and occupation


   Steve Salaita was fired, outside all ordinary academic procedure and on a racist basis, by the President of the University of Illinois at Champagne-Urbana.  A Palestinian-American, his work focuses on indigenous people.  He was hired with tenure in the Indigenous Studies Department at UICU from a tenured position at Virginia Tech.  Faculty members - and decent people everywhere - are fighting for Salaita to be given his job honorably, but as with the election of Netanyahu, barbarism toward Palestinians - and those who recognize their humanity - is afoot in Israel and the United States.

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    Salaita recently wrote a piece about the countryside/geography of Occupied Palestine, and to what extent today it can be explored - across check points -  by young people hiking.  A central point is the olive trees, which I saw, some dating back 2000 years, on a trip with Vincent Harding and the Dorothy Cotton Institute in 2012.  See "The Burning of the Olive Trees" here.

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    These are the livelihoods of families.  What have the olive trees, praying, done to be burned by the Israeli settlers?

     The face of the settlers in this last election is that of naked racism, Israel a "Jewish" authoritarian state, which many of us Jews - remembering the ghettoes in Europe and seeing the brutal treatment of the Palestinians by these would-be "Europeans" - oppose.

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    Netanyahu stands for experiments in weaponry - the rampant, repeated killings in Gaza - and striving to provoke larger war in the Middle East against Iran  (where Israel alone has nuclear weapons and might well, if threatened, use them).  But how does one silence, even in the New York Times, the extraordinary voice of racism which is now the policy/face of Israel?  See Ben Norton's "The New York Times wrote a piece about Netanyahu's racism, then rewrote all of it" here.

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    Steve Salaita's words are powerful.   He compares the mythology of Los Angeles - an imagined Mediterranean place with palm trees, Spanish settlers invoking Angels... - with Palestine, an Orientalized theme-park for Israeli settlers...

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    Here is what he says, rightly, about indigeneite (I walked around occupied Hebron on the Jews-only Shuhadeh Street, saw big signs for Judea and Samaria painted on...a military base, waited for some of our trip members who met with settler leader David Wilder, with his tzitzis (prayer beads) and Glock revolver, fresh from New Jersey.  See here):

     "There’s a certain way to show that Israelis are fundamentally outsiders to the land, but, unfortunately, it doesn’t much resonate in the United States, in no small part because Americans are fundamentally outsiders to the land they occupy, as well [the mass murderers, for instance, of the buffalo...]. I speak of olive trees, which exemplify the phrase “labor of love.”  The trees take years to bear fruit.  Once they do, though, they can provide for centuries.  The curved, cragged trees, blending into the tawny environs of surrounding earth, are ubiquitous throughout the West Bank and the Galilee, often arranged in captivating symmetry.  Nearly every Palestinian I know owns some type of olivewood icon.

Since 1967, Israel has bulldozed over 800,000 of them.  Settlers routinely destroy orchards, having uprooted over 11,000 olive trees last year alone.  Government officials cite practical reasons for the destruction, all of them involving the apocryphal word 'security.'  Much of the time, however, they are simply being punitive.

A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  This reality clarifies the so-called complexities of the Israel-Palestine conflict.  Who is Indigenous, Jews or Palestinians?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who is the aggressor?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who has a deep history on the land?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who wrecks the environment with irresponsible human settlement?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree."

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    Implying the bloody analogy of genocide against American indigenes - see here for a year by year accounting from 1776 on  of so-called Manifest Destiny and here - Salaita says:

     "As to the people of the land, the Palestinians, they only figure into Zionist mythology as relics of the past, fit for display in shows of quaint nostalgia, never as agents fit for self-determination."

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    It is obvious why an American "University" would challenge a faculty member who writes like this:                                        
              
                                  Palestine, (un)Naturally
                                            IsraSteven Salaita on 
The following piece is a slightly modified version of a talk I gave on 2/13/15 the Palestine Center in Washington, DC.  The talk was titled “Natural History Under Siege.” 
The geography is dry and withered, humid and verdant, rugged and restful—a cacophony, but also an ensemble.  It is a panorama of glorious, incessant contradiction.  But not everybody can see it.  For many, it is a simulation of ideology, a diversion into mythic cultural adventure, an insatiable geopolitical headache, an inaccessible aspiration, or an unsolved mystery.  For the apostate and pious alike, it is always in some way holy.  It will never be decolonized unless it is first demythologized.  Settlement and myth are symbiotic.
Despite its continuous reinvention, we can still speak of Palestine as an actual place, with geologic formations and a climate classification and an observable ecosystem.  Those phenomena undergo actual change.  Humans physically experience their alteration.  Flora live and die by them.  Fauna migrate and immigrate to unnatural places.
The cultural history of Palestine’s landscape is also observable.  I’ve heard many Palestinians note the visual similarities between their homeland and Los Angeles.  Those similarities aren’t an accident.  Palm trees are ubiquitous to LA, but none of them is indigenous to the city’s territory.  They are an import from Mexico and North Africa to coastal southern California.  Early settlers wanted to brand the region.  (It explains a lot about the modern city, doesn’t it?)  Conceptualizing dry, temperate Los Angeles as a tropical paradise proved farfetched, so they concocted a Mediterranean theme.
Many settlers were Spaniards with a religious mandate, so a Holy Land symbology emerged.  This entailed palm trees, which inform important biblical events, including the story of Jesus’s birth.  The trees also create a visual orientation in scriptural themes.
Images of Palestine (real and imagined) have also influenced literature, music, painting, fashion, architecture, and landscaping.  Such images have likewise inspired conquest and colonization.
This is all to say that Palestine’s natural history is also profoundly artificial.
I have no ability to describe Palestine without yet again performing a reinvention, which makes the landscape so magical.  I am convinced it has something to do with the difficulties of its political existence.  On second thought, perhaps it has everything to do with them.
We can understand the entirety of the Israel-Palestine conflict by examining its physical effect on the land.  The availability of space for human habitation illuminates the hardships of Israeli colonization.  (Human habitation partners with military occupation to destroy the environment.)  Where do Palestinians live?  Maps show us the incongruous geographies of areas A, B, and C, but only life on the ground properly conveys Palestine’s fragmentation.
We needn’t contemplate where Palestinians live, then.  It’s better to ask, “Where can they live?”  The legal restrictions on their habitation are well-known, but the spatial limitations of their existence are more conspicuous.  Israeli settlement consumes land and thus restricts space.  It requires highways and walls and military installations.  The West Bank is a bit smaller than Delaware.  The portions of it under nominal Palestinian control could fit inside Jacksonville’s city limits.  Though it doesn’t physically disappear, Palestine is forever shrinking.
Even where Palestinians reside, their inhabitance is never secure.  Israel demolishes homes, seizes farmland, rezones cities, clean-cuts forests, flattens hilltops, and erects concrete monstrosities within and around villages.  The Palestinian does not populate inorganic structures, but a luminous, living history.  No bulldozer can destroy memory.
Memory enables Palestine to survive despite its persistent destruction.  Israel has stolen millions of dunums of Palestinian land, with no sign of abatement.  (The verb “appropriate” is more diplomatic, but I reckon we ought to use blunt words to describe ugly actions.)  In 2014, the Netanyahu government claimed over 1000 acres of the West Bank for settlement expansion.  The number of Jewish settlers creeps toward half a million.  Israel siphons water and returns it to Palestinians in the form of sewage.  It builds with no regard for the influence of human activity on the land.
Inside Israel, Palestinians are similarly restricted.  Israel contorts geography for the sake of demographic expediency, preventing the reestablishment of depopulated villages and locating new developments in places that will ensure Jewish expansion while retarding the growth of Muslims and Christians.  Nazareth Illit is one example.  Built on the hills overlooking the ancient Palestinian city, most famous as the home of Mary and Joseph, Nazareth Illit—Upper Nazareth—exemplifies Israel’s desire for ethnocentric jurisdiction.  Upper Nazareth, as its lofty name implies, seeks to recreate the city by mythologizing disappearance as an ancient reclamation project.
Thirteen percent of Palestine belongs to the Jewish National Fund, which has desired to refurbish the Holy Land since 1901.  The JNF facilitates development, plants trees, sponsors public works, and manages parkland.  The primary effect of its work has been to transform Palestine into an Orientalized theme park, open only to those of a certain ethnic background.  It all makes more sense if we think of Israeli settlement as a form of geostrategic gentrification.
We can’t properly understand Israel’s most recent land grab without discussing what preceded it.  Operation Protective Edge, Israel’s 51-day siege of the Gaza Strip in the summer of 2014, left the territory in shambles.  Gaza’s modern natural history can be summed by its role as clearinghouse for nearly two million non-Jews disallowed in Israel.  Shortly after wrecking the Gaza Strip, leaving its population to suffer the fallout of structural and economic collapse, Israel announced its new settlement plans on the West Bank.
Israel has performed this strategy often enough for it to have become predictable:  bomb Gaza, steal the West Bank.  There is a horrifying logic to its colonial violence.
Still Palestine endures.  Its Indigenes recall the landscape that sustained our ancestors and gave rise to our existence, in many cases a continent away.  Palestine endures in the way we select olives from the grocery store; plant fig and citrus trees in our backyards; decry the mischaracterization of our cuisine; display pictures of Jerusalem; affix images of Handala to protest signs; and revive our forebears in the naming of children.
There’s a certain way to show that Israelis are fundamentally outsiders to the land, but, unfortunately, it doesn’t much resonate in the United States, in no small part because Americans are fundamentally outsiders to the land they occupy, as well.  I speak of olive trees, which exemplify the phrase “labor of love.”  The trees take years to bear fruit.  Once they do, though, they can provide for centuries.  The curved, cragged trees, blending into the tawny environs of surrounding earth, are ubiquitous throughout the West Bank and the Galilee, often arranged in captivating symmetry.  Nearly every Palestinian I know owns some type of olivewood icon.
Since 1967, Israel has bulldozed over 800,000 of them.  Settlers routinely destroy orchards, having uprooted over 11,000 olive trees last year alone.  Government officials cite practical reasons for the destruction, all of them involving the apocryphal word “security.”  Much of the time, however, they are simply being punitive.
A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  This reality clarifies the so-called complexities of the Israel-Palestine conflict.  Who is Indigenous, Jews or Palestinians?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who is the aggressor?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who has a deep history on the land?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who wrecks the environment with irresponsible human settlement?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.
Even if it is incomprehensible to capitalists, politicians, and much of the American public, it is the correct answer to any inquiry about instigations of violence:  a Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.
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There are feral dogs on the West Bank.  They outnumber hyenas, which may not be extinct but are mostly the stuff of legend.  The Anatolian leopard, a character in the bible and the Epic of Gilgamesh, is elusive and exhausted.  Animals don’t recognize human borders.  When we build fences between jurisdictions, we inhibit migratory patterns and mating rituals.  When we use supposedly empty places to test weaponry, we degrade food and water sources through chemical pollution.  When we move people into new places for the purpose of demographic engineering, we also affect the tenuous existence of flora and fauna.
I know about Palestine’s feral dogs from experience.  I studied for a summer at Birzeit University, near Ramallah, in 2000.  I remember the year well because soon upon return to my American doctoral institution, the second Intifada began.  I was a terrible classroom student at Birzeit, but I nevertheless learned tons about Palestine.  My education arose through all-night tea and hookah sessions with my Palestinian friends, the adhan reminding us finally to get some sleep.
On one of these nights I and a fellow student found ourselves about two miles from Birzeit with no transportation.  (Even service drivers take a few hours to sleep.)  Although we were invited to sleep in the home of our friend, it was a lovely evening, so we opted to walk.  Just after leaving the small cluster of homes, dogs began howling in the nearby hills.  A few soon came into sight, their growls a greater threat than any we had yet faced from occupation soldiers.  We climbed a rugged slope and trekked across loose dirt and stones on the ridge alongside the roadway.  When headlights approached, we jumped down and hitched a ride home.
The soil of Palestine was lodged beneath my fingernails for over a week.  It’s one of the few moments of my life that the Holy Land was rendered tactile and knowable.
Feral wildlife has a long history in the region.  Lions, crocodiles, cheetahs, elephants, rhinos, giraffes, and water buffaloes once existed in Palestine, evoking its African origin and orientation.  We cannot attribute their disappearance to Zionist colonization.  Yet we can attribute to Zionists the revival of at least one famed species, the camel.
Camels have been, and continue to be, crucial to the commerce of Africa, the Middle East, and Central Asia, but among Arab and Muslim Americans they tend to induce groans—not from any particular dislike of the animals themselves, but because of their uses in variegated Orientalist imagery.  The camel is the great signifier of Arab culture in the West.  Whenever a film wishes to denote or connote the Middle East, we hear canned ‘oud music and see sandy dunes traversed peacefully by a caravan of slow-moving camels, usually in silhouette with a blazing sun in the background.
Zionism reproduces this imagery for the sake of ethnic verisimilitude.  When I was at Virginia Tech, a Hillel event celebrating Israel included a camel.  (Don’t ask me how it managed to get a camel to Blacksburg.)  In the touristy areas of Israel, one can take pictures of an authentic Bedouin and his humped conveyance.  (To be fair, this is also true of Arab countries.)
Zionists play Arab to inscribe themselves as Indigenous to a foreign geography.  Beyond their fondness for camels, they revived a version of Hebrew meant to sound akin to Arabic; claim as Israeli numerous dishes that existed well before 1948; and attempt architectural authenticity by erecting structures in the style of the actual buildings they destroy.  It’s a reinvention of a landscape that was mythologized by the West in the first place.  Israel has destroyed Palestine’s natural history physically and symbolically.
I am no botanist or biologist, so I am more comfortable discussing people than plants or wildlife.  While biologists work with the human animal, I am too engrained in humanist traditions to rely on biology to make sense of culture or politics.  Zionists, after all, created a nation-state based on the incongruities of biological determinism.
As to the people of the land, the Palestinians, they only figure into Zionist mythology as relics of the past, fit for display in shows of quaint nostalgia, never as agents fit for self-determination.
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My father in law was born in Beit Jala, adjacent to Bethlehem, and spent his first twenty years there before immigrating to the United States as a student.  Nobody would rightly call him a quiet man.  He is boisterous and gregarious, a wonderful person who sometimes relishes playing the role of trickster.  Yet despite his conviviality, he doesn’t speak often of his days in Palestine.
I take credit for his emergence as a storyteller.  My wife once wondered, “How do you get him to talk so openly about his childhood?”
“It’s simple,” I replied.  “I ask him about it.”
I’m damn glad I ask, too.  His anecdotes are terrific.  Even in the hands of a lesser storyteller, his tales would be interesting simply because of their content.
I love listening to him reflect on life in a West Bank devoid of Jewish settlement.  Once enough stories are accumulated, it becomes clear that my father in law adores and embodies the natural history of Palestine.  His narrative is filled with flora and fauna:  olives, figs, pistachios, pomegranates; birds, gazelles, and reptiles; streams, wells, and aquifers; grape leaves, lavish trellises, and homemade wine.
Zaatar once grew wild throughout the hills surrounding Beit Jala.  Children hunted birds with old British shotguns.  They could explore the surroundings for miles.  Such activities exist no longer.  Israel controls nearly all of the harvest.  Palestinian children with shotguns—or with stones or with even nothing at all—are targets of occupation soldiers.  And there’s no area of the West Bank wild enough for children to explore unfettered; sooner or later they will run into a checkpoint or a settlement.
The same problems affect the Gaza Strip, on a broader but more microcosmic scale.  It is likewise true of the Palestinian citizens of Israel and those who inhabit refugee camps throughout the region.  The Palestinian landscape is dominated by the structures of division.
Yet animals remain.  Olive trees still age into centuries.  The Palestinian people are even more attached to their ancestral land.  Perhaps this is the natural history of Palestine:  the unbelievable endurance of its flora and fauna despite so many threats of eradication; and the persistence of its Indigenes despite the captivity of occupied space.
To the great distress of Zionist leaders who have long anticipated their demise, the Palestinian people, like the many landscapes they inhabit, have displayed an extraordinary talent for reinvention, in this industrialized world a necessary precondition of survival
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About Steven Salaita
Steven Salaita latest book is Israel's Dead Soul. Find him on Twitter @stevesalaita.
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