Under the beautiful valley - Can Silwan be saved?
 Tuesday, April 6, 2010 at 10:56PM
Tuesday, April 6, 2010 at 10:56PM Danny Felsteiner writing from Silwan, occupied East Jerusalem, Live from Palestine, 6 April 2010
http://electronicintifada.net/v2/article11179.shtml
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| The Silwan neighborhood seen from the Old City of Jerusalem. (Mimmi Nietula/MaanImages) | 
 
 Sometimes when I walk in Wadi Hilweh, Jerusalem's beautiful valley, I  imagine Hilweh, the legendary Palestinian grandmother for whom this  valley is named, treading up the main road in the year 1947 on the way  back from her olive grove with a heavy wicker basket perched on her  head. If you listened carefully, you could hear her cursing her bad  knees. The next scene is Hilweh sprawled on the ground, blood and olives  streaming down the valley. The bullet that had pierced her heart made  its way from the rifle of a young sniper from one of the Zionist  militias. Real events, legends, rumors and beliefs, seasoned with  national ethos and zeitgeist, all are kneaded together to create the  tales that we hear today. In the end, I tell myself that what I don't  see, I don't know. Still today, Wadi Hilweh holds many secrets in its  air, trees and stones, but mostly, beneath the ground.
 
 Photographs, drawings and written accounts tell us that many years ago,  the valley, part of the village of Silwan, was renowned for its  perennial gushing spring, the graceful overhanging cacti, the syrupy  quality of its figs, and the delicacy of its olives. Countless pilgrims,  travelers and merchants have passed through the valley, as it is  located just outside Jerusalem's Old City, and is the closest human  settlement to the al-Aqsa Mosque and the Haram al-Sharif or the Temple  Mount. Consequently, the valley served as one of the final refreshment  stations, where worn travelers from Bethlehem in the south washed their  dusty feet and enjoyed a cold beverage, before arriving in the holiest  of halls. In the 62 years since 1948, the beautiful valley has  transformed into one of the most densely-populated areas in East  Jerusalem, with poor infrastructure and garbage overflowing into the  streets, but all this might soon change.
 
 While the world's eyes are riveted to the diplomatic arguments over  Israel's settlement facts on the ground, Israel is covertly tightening  its grip on Wadi Hilweh and al-Bustan neighborhoods in Silwan in a  literally underground fashion. Mega-funded by settler organizations and  fully backed by the Israeli government and the Jerusalem municipality,  the Israel Antiquity Authority is conducting excavations in tunnels  under the neighborhood's houses and lands. The Authority did not  initially inform the residents, nor did it seek their consent. Apart  from being ethically wrong according to international archaeological  standards and academically challenged worldwide, these excavations pose  an immediate threat to the residents' present safety and future  existence, and contribute immensely to the overall instability of the  area.
 
 Two years ago, locals felt tiny and oddly-timed earthquakes beneath  their feet. Some thought they were losing their sanity because of the  voices echoing from under the floors. Cracks appeared in sturdy walls,  and droplets that made their way through fractures in ceilings spattered  on children in their sleep. This led to the discovery of the  clandestine underground operation. A lengthy legal struggle ended with  the Israeli high court approving the continuation of the excavation  work, ruling that history is important to unearth and that no proof was  presented to the court as to the relation between the excavations and  the damage to the houses in question. Ever since that decision, many new  cavities have opened in the street, some several meters deep, and only  by luck or divine intervention, no child has yet to fall and be injured.
 
 
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| Children playing in Wadi Hilweh (Danny Felsteiner) | 
 
 The Palestinian children that I teach in the Madaa Silwan Creative  Center in Wadi Hilweh have learned to express their predicament in a  straightforward way: "The Jews want us to fall." "I'm a Jew and I don't  want you to fall," I reply. Then they smile, embarrassed, tell me that  I'm different or a "good Jew" or in some awkward magic moments, that  they love me, and we continue in our music lesson. Although I appreciate  their reassurance of my distinction from the rest of the Jews who want  them to fall, I can't tell them that they are wrong with their simple  view of things.
 
 Every child that joyfully comes to the center to do music, art, theater  or dance, carries a dark personal story that reflects some part of the  overall situation here. Fatme just learned to depict realistic shadings  in the art lessons, so she draws her house because it has a demolition  order against it and she would like to remember how it looked like  before it gets knocked down by "the Jews." Waseem does really bad in  school -- he can't study at home because "the Jews" excavate all day  long and use noisy machines that disturb his concentration. Mahdi's  room, which he shares with his four siblings, has become a freezing pool  because of the recent cracks in the ceiling caused by the diggings of  "the Jews." These children are not anti-Semitic, they are just paying  attention. (In contrast, my childhood in Haifa did not involve "the  Muslims" undermining my house, only cleaning the stairway.) When a major  hole opened up in the middle of Wadi Hilweh's main street, all the kids  ran out to pose for the photographers. Journalists poured in and asked  how it happened and who was responsible. You already know what the kids  told them.
 
 The circumstances of that major hole were quite ironic. Several months  ago, the Jerusalem municipality decided to start operating the Israeli  bus company Egged in Silwan and around the eastern slopes of the Old  City. The pretext was the growing number of Jewish settlers, several  hundred in total, who moved to live in those areas amidst hundreds of  thousands of Palestinians. Presumably, the Jewish settlers had an urgent  need for their own familiar Israeli public transportation. The  full-size bus, line 43 (numbered perhaps in celebration of the impending  43rd anniversary of the Israeli occupation of East Jerusalem) travels  up and down the valley eight times a day. Since Palestinians have their  own perfectly efficient East Jerusalem bus company, and settlers make  use of their private fancy cars or bullet-proof minibuses, line 43 is  almost always empty. It is a tax-money-eating, traffic-jamming,  political, useless ghost-bus, and on 2 January 2010, it got stuck in the  large hole caused by the underground excavations.
 
 Recently, Madaa Creative Center opened a course in journalism for  teenagers and two enrolled. After some investigation, the staff in the  center realized that children had either lost faith in journalism or  thought it was an inconsequential pastime activity like soccer or lizard  hunting. In the last two years every correspondent to every newspaper  and channel in the country and abroad has visited Silwan to write or  film a very important piece. Everyone was here, but the excavations go  on, and the Jerusalem municipality is about to confiscate more land, and  Fatma's neighbors were sent to the street after their house had been  demolished, and it seems to the young residents of Silwan that no one  really cares.
 
 Ever since the line 43 bus was stuck, more holes and cracks materialized  in various locations, popping up like overturned mushrooms after heavy  rain. In a recent visit to one of those holes, just above a  kindergarten, the municipal engineer was recorded admitting the reason  to be the excavations. Media rushed to the scene and the kindergarten  children were ushered outside and told to look sad. What awaits these  children in reality?
 
 According to municipal and state plans, Wadi Hilweh might soon become  verdant and attractive again, as in its glory days. Roads will be closed  off to traffic and become lovely promenades, floral bicycle paths will  replace dingy alleys, ivy-coated trees will be happily planted in every  corner, and extinct biblical birds will be genetically resurrected and  forced to nest in strategic tourist locations. Pilgrims with heavy  wallets will be heartily welcomed in inns and chain restaurants. They  will once again be able to wash their pedicured feet in the spa bubbling  waters, and guzzle down cold margaritas with a wonderful view of  Jerusalem's Old City. Line 43 will convert into an open double-decker  site-seeing tour bus and will never be empty again!
 
 
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| A sketch of the proposed layout for the al-Bustan neighborhood that will replace Palestinian homes. | 
 But the highlight of the new pilgrims' visit will surely be the  magnificent underground network of tunnels and roads. Above them, there  won't be a single Palestinian living anymore, because the plan also  directly includes the demolition of dozens if not hundreds of  Palestinian houses and confiscation of Palestinian lands, and  subsequently brings to the expelling and relocation of Palestinian  residents. The municipality is trying to sell the plan by promising the  residents to retroactively legalize some houses and even to issue  several permits for construction of second floors. They promise green  parks, economical growth and eternal sunshine. But the residents are no  fools, and neither are the children of Silwan who have lived a childhood  of discrimination and neglect under Israeli occupation and know the  bitter truth: Wadi Hilweh and al-Bustan will be plasticized,  commercialized and ethnically cleansed.
 
 Today, when I walk in the Wadi Hilweh and al-Bustan neighborhoods I can  sadly visualize the biblical touristic paradise that the settlers and  the Israeli authorities are planning. They have even shamelessly  published a drawing of their vision. On the other hand, it is impossible  for me to visualize or grasp the circle of violence and generational  hatred that their plans might entail. In a region where the butterfly  effect brutally manifests itself on a daily basis, one sniper's bullet  can change the course of history, and Fatme's drawing of her  once-standing home might precede the next horrible bloodshed. The  tunnels are being excavated right now, as you are reading this article.  What you don't see, you don't know? Now you know.
 
 Danny Felsteiner is an Israeli-born musician and writer who lives in  Jerusalem. Together with his wife they run a free music school for  Palestinian children in Silwan, as part of the Madaa Silwan Creative  Center (www.madaasilwan.org).  They also travel several times a year to Jordan to give music workshops  to Iraqi and Palestinian refugees and to Jordanian children with special  needs (www.preludefund.org).  He can be reached at dannyfelsteiner A T gmail D O T com. 
 
 
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