“I visited Hebron for the first time, and it was shocking.”

By Eoin On’Moore- PNN/ Hebron/

Today, I visited Hebron for the first time. I was apprehensive before going — Hebron is seen as one of the front lines of the occupation, and I had seen videos of clashes there.

Hebron (Khalil in Arabic) is the largest Palestinian city, and the most economically important. Since the 1967 occupation, Israel has constructed settlements there, upping pace in the 90s and 2000s. They surround the city, and occupy parts of the old city centre. There are currently approximately 800 Israeli settlers in Hebron’s old city alone, and over 2000 soldiers.

Since the 1995 Oslo 2 accord, Palestinian territories have been divided into Zone A, which makes up 18% of the West Bank, and falls under full Palestinian authority control, Zone B, 22% of the West Bank,  and falls under Israeli military and PA civil control. Finally, Zone C, which makes up more than 60% of the West Bank, falls under full Israeli control. Many settlements have started with eviction of Palestinians.

To travel through Zone C and B, Palestinians often must pass Israeli military checkpoints while Israelis don’t. Settlements also are Jewish-only areas. Therefore, strategic expansion of settlements serves to further fragment and isolate Palestinian populations.

When we arrived in Hebron, the market, selling Keffiyahs and Hebron glass, was busy with Palestinians and tourists, but only because of Ramadan. Normally, it is so empty that many shops have had to close. Looking up, you can see why. The market is covered by thick wire mesh, on top of which are scattered rocks, rubbish bags and plastic bottles. Overlooking the street are apartments with rolls of barbed wire along the balconies, and an occasional Israeli flag. Here live Israeli settlers, who throw these objects on the market to intimidate, humiliate and ultimately get the stalls to close, crippling Hebron’s economy. In addition, many Palestinian owners are unable to reach their shops in the old city H2 area due to strict Israeli control and heavy taxes.

Higher up, in makeshift watchtowers on the rooftops, stood Israeli Soldiers. It goes without saying that the massive guns they carried weren’t to protect the Palestinians.

At the end of the street, people were gathering around a metal cage-like structure with turnstile: a checkpoint, not separating “Israel” from Palestine, but the market of this Palestinian town from the historic Ibrahimi mosque.

We entered the cage, which was busy and confusing. The turnstile clanged. A lot of people were shouting. Men, women and children were squeezed against each other, including one woman with a baby stroller. At the front of the cage was another turnstile, then a kiosk with a soldier in it. Sometimes he let people through three at a time, or five, or one- it seemed arbitrary. Sometimes he checked ID, sometimes not. This checkpoint was clearly not for “security”. No searches were done, and many people probably passed it multiple times a day to pray : the soldiers would know their faces.

The purpose of this check was to make the Hebronites feel powerless. One old man in the cage asked me “Is this good? Are we dogs, animals to be treated like this?”