Now what?

Over the last few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about what to do and where to go next. For one, over the next month or two, I’ll be concentrating on building up my commercial photography business. It will be a nice change of pace compared to the last month’s adventures. I have a couple clients and shoots lined up and I look forward to sharing the results with you where possible.

Finally, I’m also planning a short trip to New York City within the next month or so to visit some organizations, photo agencies, and publishers to see where that leads me.

But for now, as I sit in a hotel lobby in Amman, Jordan, I’m just concentrating on digesting the last five weeks.

I’ll see you all stateside!

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Askar Refugee Camp was established in the Palestinian city of Nablus in 1950 by the United Nations Relief and Works Agency (UNRWA). It was designed to house some of the 700,000+ people displaced or expelled during the creation of the state of Israel in 1948. The camp, however, was expanded by its residents in 1965 due to overcrowding. The expansion became known as New Askar Refugee Camp but was not officially recognized by UNRWA.

According to UNRWA, as of 2007, the poverty rate in Askar hovers between 40 and 50 percent while close to 30 percent experience “extreme” poverty.

The original residents of Askar Refugee Camp were expelled from areas such as Jaffa and Haifa in, what is now, Israel. Many camp residents still hold the keys and deeds to their pre-1948 homes hoping that they will be able to return one day.

New Askar Refugee Camp was an essential part of my introduction to Palestine back in 2005. I spent a little over two weeks volunteering and spending time with the kids of the camp. I returned to volunteer again in the summer of 2008. Now, five years since my first visit, I still recognize many of the children that have unknowingly played a significant role in my life, not as a photographer, but as a human being. And for that, I will be eternally grateful to them.

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We, however, managed to get into the village by exiting our taxi about 1km from the village entering on foot via an alternate route.

The protest followed a similar pattern as Bil’in the week before. The protesters marched toward the wall, chanting and waving flags. Soon thereafter, they lit a pile of tires on fire in front of the gate on the wall and the Israeli army opened up with a barrage of tear gas and concussion grenades. The first volley of tear gas, I should note, was actually fired at close range and aimed directly at the protesters instead of up in the air. Fortunately, none of the high-speed canisters hit anyone. For the next hour or two, the protesters would throw stones at the soldiers over the wall and the army would respond with tear gas. Back and forth in fits and spurts.

Finally, however, the Israeli army opened the gate on the wall and began chasing the protesters through the fields and groves of olive trees. There were a few live rounds fired but, as far as I could tell, no one was hit. The IDF ultimately arrested one protester before withdrawing back behind the wall.

I’ve uploaded a few photos below…

For those unfamiliar with the logos and paraphernalia of the various groups in Palestine, the child on the right (above) is wearing a Hamas hat. I thought it provided an interesting contrast to his Spiderman sweatshirt.

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Last Thursday, I had the opportunity to meet up with the Diyar Women’s Soccer Team in Ramallah as they were preparing to play against Syrieh Ramallah. I was invited to photograph the event by Diyar captain Honey Thaljieh, a member of the Palestinian Women’s National team.

The house was packed as many of the fans seemed to be supporting Diyar despite the venue being in Syrieh Ramallah’s backyard. Unfortunately, however, Diyar lost the match by the score 2-1.

Given that the match was indoors and many of the overhead lights weren’t working, the lighting was a little tricky, especially for the fast-paced action on the floor. Fortunately, I managed to grab a few shots. I’ve included just a small sample of photos from the event below.

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The march began shortly after the Friday prayers. Palestinians from the village marched, accompanied by a few international demonstrators, through the village and up to the fenceline where the Israeli army was waiting. The demonstrators began planting an olive tree at the fence while chanting and waving flags. Shortly after the tree had been planted, tear gas and concussion grenades were being launched by the Israeli army in an effort to disperse the protesters. Many of the protesters retreated but many younger kids fled into the surrounding trees where they began throwing stones and rocks at the soldiers.

After about 10-20 minutes, the Israeli army crossed the fenceline and began pursuing the demonstrators and stone-throwers. At the same time, another small army patrol had flanked the demonstration and came out behind the demonstration. With the bulk of the demonstrators retreating to the village, the army spent most of its time pursuing the stone-throwers through the surrounding fields.

The whole scene was fairly chaotic. In addition to trying to photograph the soldiers and stone-throwers at two different locations, I was also paying attention to the incoming tear gas canisters from the army and the incoming stones from the stone-throwers since I was wearing neither a gas mask or a helmet.

I’ve included a few photos from the demonstration and ensuing chaos below. I’ve also included a few videos that were shot by a local friend of mine. The videos are fairly short given the fast-paced situation but, hopefully, it will give you a feel of how Fridays go in Bil’in.

In the video below, you will be able to see the planting of the olive tree near the fenceline. I’m in the video briefly…

The video below was taken near the rear of the demonstration. At the time I was either up front or navigating the trees photographing the stone-throwers. You will hear, however, the crack of the tear gas and the whistle as they fly close overhead.

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Date: Monday, February 1, 2010
Time: 10:00am
Location: Downtown Nablus, main circle, followed by a walk through the Old City to take photos!

If you’re in or around Nablus and you have a camera, you’re invited! No need to have a fancy, expensive camera! Even a point-and-shoot camera or cell phone camera will do just fine.

This will be a great opportunity to meet other photographers around you and take some interesting photos!

If you’re interested, RSVP on Facebook!

Hope to see you there!

When I returned to the United States, I wanted to find some way to thank the people of the refugee camp for having us and for giving us an experience we would remember for the rest of our lives. So I decided to take the photos of the wall, make it into a poster and then sent it, country by country, around the world so that all of the international volunteers would have a chance to sign it. I don’t remember all of the countries it visited but I know it made a few stops in the United States, made its way through several European countries, and even traveled as far as South Korea. After many months (actually close to a year, I think) of coordinating shipments from person to person, it finally ended up back at New Askar Refugee Camp where it was framed and hung on the wall.

Now, almost 5 years later, I finally got a chance to see it the other day, hanging in the social center of New Askar Refugee Camp. I’ve included photos of the poster and the wall as it exists today…

Click on each image for a larger version…

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Anyway, here are just a few…

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The march of approximately 50-60 activists and locals made its way through the village but stopped at a small makeshift roadblock set up by the Israeli army. The road, however, is not normally closed but the soldiers, who have grown accustomed to the weekly demonstrations, put up the roadblock to prevent the march from reaching the proposed route of the wall.

When the demonstrators reached the roadblock, they stopped and began chanting “1-2-3-4, occupation no more… 5-6-7-8, Israel a (sic) fascist state”. The soldiers, about 20-30 visible (I noticed later that another 10-20 soldiers were hidden in surrounding buildings and on rooftops), simply stood behind the roadblock without a sound and looked on.

The entire demonstration at the road block lasted less than 30 minutes and ended without incident. After some closing comments from the organizers of the march, everyone slowly dispersed and the roadblock was removed from the road.

Until next Friday anyway.

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I saw this first-hand tonight as I was waiting to meet up with some CPT members in the Old City. An army patrol passed by us and continued up the street. When they were about 50 meters away, I could see that they stopped and had set up a small perimeter, which is common practice when they stop and question someone. I quickly walked up to the area and caught up with them and saw that they had stopped a young man and had him standing against the wall. As I approached, the soldier began telling him to remove his shirt and shoes. As I walked around the corner and got close, I began taking photos. After the soldier noticed my presence, he told the young man to continue on his way. Shortly thereafter, the patrol also continued on its way back to the entrance to their base.

I followed them back to the entrance of the army base and eventually struck up a conversation with a couple of the soldiers. I had asked them why they stopped that young man. They simply responded that they can stop anyone that they want. I asked “Was there a specific reason he was stopped? Did he have something? Was he a militant?” The answer was “No.” I continued, asking why they do patrols at all. They explained that they do patrols for “protection”. I asked “Protection of who? There are only Palestinians living here. Are you protecting the Palestinians?” No answer. I asked if they were protecting the settlers. “Yes. The settlers.” I asked them, “Don’t you think it’s a little silly to have all you guys here for only 500 people?” No answer. A couple shrugs.

To be fair, all of the soldiers I spoke to seemed to be fairly responsive and pleasant. I got the sense that they were somewhat happy to hear a friendly voice, even if it was asking them pointed questions. For the most part, they’re kids serving their compulsory military service and following orders. I get the impression that not many of them really want to be in Hebron. Many mentioned that were looking forward to getting out of the army altogether.

I’ve included a few more photos from today below…

The gentleman in the next two photos was stopped and questioned because his son was holding a toy gun. I said to the soldiers “It’s a toy. Why would you stop him?” The soldier I was speaking to said that sometimes they put bullets in toy guns. “But even if that were true, they can’t fire bullets, right? It’s a toy.” No response.

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