Yesterday, May 15th, marked the anniversary of the Nakba ( or catastrophe) back in 1948 when Palestine became an occupied nation and its people were scattered across the world. It’s an important time to see the Israel-Palestine situation with a focus on the Palestinian story and the start of their struggle which has culminated (so far) in apartheid walls, checkpoints, a siege, a war and the increased harassment of Palestinian human rights activists not only in the West Bank but also in Israel.
Whilst it’s easy to focus on Palestinians myself included who have now grown up in a country that is not their own and are stuck in a strange limbo or those who are trying to continue living in whatever dignity they are afforded in the Occupied Territories, I guess the Nakba really isn’t the start of the story. That goes back a lot further to the holocaust, the pogroms and even further back.
Now, the fate of Palestinians and Israelis are intractably intertwined and I think Caryl Churchill’s play ‘Seven Jewish Children’ perfectly illustrates this and also the eerie brutualisation that both Jews and Palestinians have now experienced one at the hand of the Nazis, the other at the hands of Israel.