Mariam Barghouti

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A Palestinian demonstrator stands in front of an Israeli soldier during a protest of Israel's separation barrier in the West Bank in 2013. (Majdi Mohammed/AP)

Last week, I found myself with a group of friends hiding from the chill of Ramallah, West Bank, to discuss Amnesty International’s recent report designating Israel an apartheid regime. And even though we welcomed it, we couldn’t hide our frustration.

With the release of a 278-page report compiled over a period of four years, Amnesty joined Human Rights Watch and the Israeli rights group B’Tselem in laying out how Israel is committing the crime of apartheid against Palestinians.

Israeli representatives — after failing to stop Amnesty from publishing the report — were quick to denounce it, calling it radical and antisemitic.…  Seguir leyendo »

On the afternoon of June 24, I watched, shaken and still, as Palestinian special police fired tear gas at Palestinian protesters demanding accountability for the killing of Nizar Banat, a vocal critic of the Palestinian Authority’s policies and corruption. I had been here before. I have witnessed Palestinian security forces beat Palestinians in the streets and target dissidents in August 2012, July 2013, April 2014, 2017, 2018 and 2019.

In 2017, I witnessed Palestinian riot police and national guard forces impede Palestinian protesters near the illegal settlement of Beit El. I have seen Palestinian police spit at women walking in Ramallah city center, because they previously protested against the violence of the Palestinian Authority.…  Seguir leyendo »

Walking the streets lined with yellow taxis and street vendors, you can smell roasting sweet corn wafting from every corner. But among those who work here, the aroma conceals a prevailing atmosphere of despair.

I waved down a taxi. The moment I got in, the driver started to talk about his long hours — as though he had been waiting for someone, anyone, to vent to.

The cabdriver, a father of seven named Abu Jamal, spoke through pursed lips, a cigarette constantly between his fingers. Outside, a squad of the Palestinian Authority’s security forces paraded with their guns. Things have changed: Instead of feeling safe, people in Ramallah resent them.…  Seguir leyendo »