On February 13, a rainy, foggy Tuesday, it was the turn of the Hebron-area village of Beit Awwa to take part in the clean-up operation declared by the Israeli authorities. Starting at 6 A.M., hundreds of men aged 20 to 65 gathered at the Tarqumiya checkpoint behind the bars of the security-check facility for people entering Israel.
Once an hour, up until 10 A.M., a Palestinian employee of the Israel Defense Forces Civil Administration, a striped scarf around his neck, collected dozens of ID cards, placed them in a small plastic basket, and brought them into the offices on the other side of the exit lane, with its forest of iron rods and turnstiles. Four armed soldiers were posted at the edge of the facility to prevent the hundreds of men from entering.
Officially, it was an operation to reconsider the status of those previously denied entry into Israel for security reasons; the term “clean-up operation” derives from the argot of the checkpoints and Israeli policy of restricting movement.
“You’re clean,” soldiers of the Civil Administration or Shin Bet security service personnel tell people if the computer screen doesn’t produce reasons for denying them an exit permit. “Clean” has lost its moral meaning and become a purely technical term. Someone who’s been declared “clean” is then entitled to embark on the arduous bureaucratic path of submitting a request for a permit to work in Israel or for a merchant’s exit permit.
In the past few months, Palestinians who had been denied permission to enter Israel or to go abroad have been invited to report to the District Coordination and Liaison Office (or DCL, a branch of the Civil Administration) and submit their IDs for rechecking. The invitation is delivered in two ways. During nighttime raids on villages, soldiers paste on walls or otherwise disseminate Arabic-language notices of the date and place of the operation. Similar announcements are also published on the Facebook page, in Arabic, of the Coordinator of Government Activities in the Territories.
Residents were apprised of the Beit Awwa operation on the night of February 7. Those who did not hear the soldiers as they entered (one person said he had been awakened by the sound of the stun grenades that the soldiers fired on entering the village) or didn’t see the notices that were pasted on windows or left in the mosque, saw the copy that was publicized within minutes on the social networks. The announcement states, in part: “Operations to lift security denial will continue in the region in accordance with the degree of noninvolvement of the district’s inhabitants in terrorist actions and in incidents of stone- and Molotov [cocktail]-throwing.”
In Tarqumiya, on that same rainy and cold February day, the Palestinian employee of the Civil Administration returned the green ID cards to their owners in batches, between 12:30 and 5 P.M. The first bunch of documents returned in each batch had all been declared “clean.” The eyes of the recipients grew moist. The others congratulated them and awaited their turn. The checkpoint jargon evolved in real-time: “Now he’s handing out the dirty IDs,” people joked in order to hide their disappointment and affront, or they said, “We need to wash.”
There was also much confusion. By the time some of the IDs reached their owners, it was no longer clear whether they were “clean” or “dirty.” In a similar operation conducted at the DCL office in Gush Etzion, south of Bethlehem, the “clean” documents were returned together with a note to that effect, according to a resident of a different Hebron-area village who had been summoned there. Here in Tarqumiya there were no such notes.
“The operation is a Shin Bet initiative,” a source in the Civil Administration told Haaretz. “We’re just supplying logistical assistance.” From clips on the COGAT Facebook page, it can be inferred that the initial check of the documents, via the computer screen, is done by DCL soldiers. Another inference that can be made is that residents from several dozen Palestinian villages have already been invited to take part in the operation.
In a written statement, the Shin Bet told Haaretz that, as part of steps taken in the past year “whose goal is to examine the possibility of lifting security denial for entering Israel among Judea and Samaria region residents it was decided to lift the denial in the case of hundreds of Palestinians who live in geographical areas in which a decline in the scale of terrorism has been identified, based on an intelligence and security-related appraisal, and after an individual examination of the information that exists concerning the applicant.”
The fact that it’s been decided in advance that the number will be limited to “hundreds” in several dozen villages is consistent with the conclusion reached by those who have already gone through the process: Most applicants have little chance. After all, the number of those who have already huddled at the various DCLs for hours on end already totals a few thousand.
“They sort us like tomatoes; they take a few and throw out the majority,” remarked a bespectacled individual who introduced himself as Yusuf Masalmeh, 48. Gradually, during the long hours of waiting, he told his story.
“Go into any house in Beit Awwa. There will be 10 people. Nine are sleeping. Why? They have all been denied exit permits by the police or the Shin Bet. We have nothing left. I didn’t even have the money to pay for my son to be circumcised. I owe 300 shekels [$86] to the sheikh and his wife, because my youngest son went to their preschool. The municipality is demanding that I pay for electricity and water, and I have no way to pay.”
Added Masalma, “I have had security denial for 30 years. Since the first intifada. Fatah flowed through all my arteries then. I was held in custody for two years, in Ketziot [a prison camp in the Negev desert]. I was convicted of [throwing] stones, but mainly I hoisted Palestinian flags, so the whole world would know that we wanted freedom. That was a serious crime. Today we’ve stopped thinking about political parties. Today we think only about earning a living. You know, no one cares about us. No one looks at us. Now I will cut my son’s hand off if he throws a stone. Write that down, write it.”
Dense human mass
In the meantime, hundreds of men waited in the checkpoint’s parking lot. Standing, leaning on cars, walking in place, pacing, effortlessly squatting. When the rain became more intense, they squeezed in next to the security-check facility, until the soldiers allowed them to take cover for a few minutes under its roof. Twenty centimeters, maybe half a meter, separated those longing for a permit and the IDF rifles. When the rain stopped, the soldiers ordered them out. The dense human mass again broke up into its individual parts, like a torn string of beads.
Whether from curiosity or boredom, whether in search of a straw to clutch at or just an attentive ear, they turned to the only woman who was there – namely me – and shared their ordeals and thoughts.
Rami Sweiti is studying medicine in Abu Dis, adjacent to Jerusalem. The exams will be held in two months, at Makassed Hospital in Jerusalem. Without a permit, he won’t be able to get there. Omar Sweiti, also in line, relates that his daughter was injured 13 years ago, when she was a year old. “She suffered the same thing as Superman [Christopher Reeve, who had a spinal-cord injury that left him a paraplegic], except that the operation in Israel saved her,” he said. But she needs rehabilitation at Alyn Hospital, a Jerusalem-based rehabilitation center, and her father must accompany her. Mohammed Aref Sweiti is 26. He had a merchant’s exit permit, but it was suddenly canceled a year and three months ago: “And I don’t know why. I want something that will clean me. My heart aches. I have children.” (Sweiti and Masalmeh are the names of the village’s two clans, but the speakers are not from the same nuclear families.)
Yusuf Masalmeh occasionally joined the conversation – for example, in order to illustrate how much the desire for a permit costs: “To get here we paid 10 shekels [$2.90] for a taxi. When we go back, we’ll pay another 10 shekels. Calculate the coffee we drank, too. When we get back, our wives will ask where the money is, and we’ll say: We don’t have any, because we paid for traveling.”
Also on hand is an angry man of 64: “Why don’t they let me leave via Allenby Bridge?” He wants to fulfill the precept of making a pilgrimage to Mecca, but a year ago he was sent back at the border. True, his brother is in prison – he’s about to be released – but why punish him? He also has a son and a brother who serve in the Palestinian Authority’s preventive security service.
Asked another: “Convey our voice to the world. But not to Abu Mazen [PA President Mahmoud Abbas]. He doesn’t even look in our direction. We can die and he won’t look.” A third explained: “The Shin Bet encourages people to get married, by giving them permits. But then, when a young man gets married, he goes into debt and doesn’t get a permit.”
One man surprised me with his original view on the entry-permits issue: “There are some among us who think that the Jews in Israel are living in mobile homes and can be kicked out with a few stones. Give them permits, so they will go to Tel Aviv and see that the Jews are not going to disappear.”
Another person butted in: “We’re a wretched people, we are, wretched at the hands of the Arabs and at the hands of the Jews.” A fellow villager elaborated on the theme: “We didn’t gain either from the East or from the West. In the East, everything depends on wasta [connections, literally “strings” in Arabic]. They [the PA] employ only their cronies. Even if we were munadeleen [freedom fighters], we’ve had it. And in the West, Israel – closes us in. They don’t give us work.”
Yet another revealed a male chauvinist attitude in summing up the situation: “Fatah has become Fathiyeh [i.e., feminized]. We struggled and brought them the sulta [the PA], which didn’t do the least thing for us. Out of the people who rose up in 1987, in the first intifada, and were in prison, only five percent are working, the rest were thrown into the street. Our children will not be munadeleen.”
Another said, “For 14 years I’ve been exit-denied for security reasons. Give me an explanation. Everyone is being pushed to throw stones and blow [themselves] up. We’re being mocked. Does it really take 10 hours to do a check?”
Data relating to the Palestinian labor force explain why people are willing to wait 10 hours in the wind and the rain for an answer from the DCL. The rate of participation in the Palestinian workforce in the Gaza Strip and the West Bank is low – only 45 percent of the population aged 15 and above, male and female combined – mainly because of the restrictions Israel imposes on the development of the Palestinian economy.
In 2017, according to the Palestinian Central Bureau of Statistics, 870,000 people participated in the Palestinian workforce in the West Bank. That figure includes both people with jobs and the unemployed who were looking for work, who numbered 157,000. There were more than 132,000 who worked in Israel and the settlements last year, namely 18 percent of all the working Palestinians. Of these, 69,700 had permits, and 22,100 worked in Jewish settlements. Among the Palestinians who received their incomes in Israel were also 19,400 people living in PA enclaves but with Israeli or foreign citizenship, and some tens of thousands succeeded in working without permits.
For Palestinians with jobs in Israel, work days are longer than in the West Bank, because of the hours spent traveling and waiting at checkpoints. But the daily wage in Israel is double (though not in farming or in work in the settlements). Some of those with Israeli work permits obtained them through middlemen: They register as workers of a particular employer, although in practice they work for someone else. For that, they pay a monthly commission of 2,000 shekels ($575) – more than the Palestinian minimum wage. That covers the taxes owed by the fictitious employer, his increased risk factor and the baksheesh scattered along the way among everyone involved in the process.
The one percent
Yusuf Masalmeh stood there tensely, like everyone, even though he’d said at the start that “only one percent will come out of here clean.” But his ID wasn’t in this batch. His face said that it’s still too early to be disappointed, there are more rounds ahead.
Pointing to someone from his village, he said, “Look, he’s like me. He doesn’t have a penny to his name. He’s 45 and has been security-denied for 22 years. No one knows why. Why are they afraid of people like us, fathers with children? What are we going to do outside except work in order to bring food home and pay for the electricity and the water?”
Masalmeh is convinced that the problem with his case is related to his activity and arrest 30 years ago. On the other hand, he has many friends and acquaintances who also took part in the first intifada and are not denied an exit permit. Yet others, “who never picked up a stone in their life,” are not “clean.” Some have been hoping in vain for 10 or 20 years for the security denial to be lifted. Others arrived at a checkpoint two years ago, or six years ago, only to be told by the soldier that their permit was null and void and they were denied exit. They say they don’t know what the reason is – although sometimes they do.
“Look what your son wrote on Facebook,” a soldier told one man whose work permit was revoked.
One construction worker who was upset about the reports of fatal work accidents wrote innocently on Facebook: Forgive me – a kind of universal farewell in case anything should happen to him. The Shin Bet took it as a declaration of intent to perpetrate an attack and canceled his permit.
“Ya, Coordinator,” someone wrote in response to the February 14 post of COGAT, which featured images of smiling, grateful people whose exit denial was lifted. In very direct spoken Arabic, he wrote: “We were [at the Tarqumiya checkpoint] around 400 people from Beit Awwa, and of all the 400 maybe 80 were cleaned. All the others are refused, and I among them. My whole life I was never a security prisoner and my whole life there was never an Israeli soldier who knocked on the door of my house and told me, You’re wanted. Is there any possibility you’ll tell me what the reason I’m denied is? This is no way to behave. And in the name of Allah, if I ever threw sunflower seeds at you... I only want to say that I didn’t do anything. Why do I get a security denial?”
Another commenter wrote: “I went crazy. I went [to the checkpoint] from 7 A.M. until 5 P.M., and they told me I was refused” And another reaction: “Ya, Coordinator, my whole life I was never in jail and I have no security file. Refused for 20 years already. We went to Tarqumiya crossing a whole bunch of guys. You didn’t remove our denial. I stood there at the crossing for eight hours without sitting, and in the end comes the answer of security refusal (thank you, ya Coordinator).”
Some commenters angrily charged that the head of COGAT and his staff are liars engaged in propaganda.