Freedom
For Alan Johnston:
Freedom For Us All
By Ramzy Baroud
25 April, 2007
Countercurrents.org
In
Trafalgar Square in London, dozens of journalists representing every
major news organization descended on a designated corner in the tourist
infested area in support of Alan Johnston, the BBC correspondent kidnapped
in Gaza on March 12, 2006, one month after his ordeal began.
Awaiting the arrival of Alan’s
family to a press conference, organized by Reporters without Borders,
I stood along with a few activists. My nervous smiles, interrupted by
brief statements to inquiring journalists, could hardly hide my utter
feelings of shame. It’s not often that I feel this way, taking
part in a solidarity event in support of anyone. This time was different,
however, despite all attempts to distance oneself from responsibility.
“Alan, they are not from amongst us,” read of the banners
held by hundreds of journalists gathering in Ramallah, in the West Bank,
to support Alan on the same day we gathered in London. The unfortunate
fact is that while the kidnappers were not exactly elected representatives
of the Palestinian people, mostly known for their unparalleled generosity,
warmth and kindness to strangers, they were exactly what that banner
tried to refute: there were a rational outcome of the state of chaos,
corruption and overt militarilism that has plagued Palestinian society
for years. Indeed, they were from amongst us, and there is now denial
in that.
In times like these, reporters
care little for details, all they seek are a few sound bites, preceded
by an intense introduction and a snappy finish, and consequently a TV
news report is made. I had to accommodate. “These kidnappers don’t
represent the Palestinian people, and I call on the Palestinian government
to do its outmost to free Alan, whose professional reporting and unprecedented
objectivity is a rarity in the age of polarized media,” I told
a Spanish newspaper.
Then Alan’s family
arrived; they were the most unthreatening and kind looking group of
people one can ever encounter. Alan’s father, Graham, an older
version of his son, dressed in a dark suit, with a belly sticking out
slightly, and a voice so proud, yet somehow broken. "Chin up, my
son," he told Alan, hoping that the message would reach him somehow.
Then to the kidnapers, “You have family. Please think about what
this is doing to my family, including in particular the distress and
deep concern Alan's mother and sister have had to endure for all these
long weeks. As I have said before, please let my son go now, today."
A Palestinian, with links
superior to mine in the Occupied Territories leaned and whispered in
my ear. “Why must these depraved individuals (referring to the
kidnapers) keep placing us in these tough spots? What is even more bizarre
about all of this is that everyone in Gaza knows who the kidnappers
are.”
Everyone in Gaza knows, I
was told, including the authorities, and even the BBC received some
heads up. He named names, elaborated on the demands of the kidnappers,
who belong to a powerful clan, affiliated with some people in Fatah,
the once leading Palestinian resistance movement which has slowly evolved
into a most impressive network of power-hungry batch of individuals,
factions, sub-factions, clans and so forth, a great source of national
fragmentation and political discord. It turned out that other people
at the press event had similar information. The kidnappers are apparently
asking for five million US dollars and loads of ammunitions. My friend
believes that Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas must agree to the
demands, to keep the rogue elements in his party in line; clan wars
in Gaza tend to be politically taxing.
As journalists petered out,
following Alan’s parents departure, and as Trafalgar Square returned
to its cheerful self, there was nothing left but the large poster carrying
Alan’s photo, which was unfurled earlier that day and scores of
doves reclaiming their space in centre stage.
How did we end up where we
are? I asked myself as I too left the square and Alan behind. How could
our struggle for freedom, for justice and for rights be so utterly reduced
to an active state of civil war, factional clashes and constant cries
for aid, and how could our narrative, our entire narrative be so effortlessly
hijacked, and now dictated by mere gangsters, vying for power and money?
Alan’s ordeal has lasted
longer than other journalists and aid workers kidnapped in Gaza since
chaos ensued in the Strip nearly two years ago, but most notably following
the Hamas victory in January 2006. Israel ensured that it left formidable
allies in the area who acted on a whim to ensure that Israel’s
narrative prevails, even after its ‘withdrawal’ from the
devastatingly poor Strip. And so the narrative goes, Palestinians are
not capable of governing themselves, thus, in hindsight, four decades
of Israeli occupation is justified and Israel’s current illegal
military occupation of the West Bank and East Jerusalem is vindicated.
Those allies held true to their purpose, and had since then wreaked
havoc.
The advent of Hamas, a well
regarded and anti-corruption group changed nothing; it in fact precipitated
the political fragmentation that defined the Palestinian struggle since
the Oslo accords in 1993, and even before. Israel’s active military
onslaughts, since then, killing hundreds, and the US political and economic
embargos weakened the Palestinian front like never before. But the truth
must be told: political cohesion was hardly a quality that Palestinians
had ever enjoyed. They were too vulnerable, too receptive to pressure,
which made their various leaderships, especially the pro-Israel camp
– as galling as this term may sound - as flexible as clay, shaped
by skilled Israeli hands and positioned wherever found fit.
But how can we claim that
they are not from amongst us? How can we claim that they don’t
represent us if we lack the political will to confront them? And when
Alan is freed, as he must, who will free us, Palestinians, from this
destructive path on which we tread?
Trafalgar Square is so distant,
teeming yet so lonesome, but Alan’s friendly face continues to
spur a sense of hope.
Ramzy Baroud is
an author and a journalist. His latest volume: The Second Palestinian
Intifada: A Chronicle of a People’s Struggle (Pluto Press, London)
is available from Amazon and other book venues.
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