This message just arrived from Sam Bahour, a Palestinian-American business consultant from Youngstown, Ohio, now living in Al-Bireh, a city in the occupied West Bank. Sam is co-author of “Homeland: Oral Histories of Palestine and Palestinians” (1994). He can be reached via his blog.
Like the story about the olive farmers that I posted here a few days ago, this is just one more of the countless stories of injustice and cruelty that define how the Israeli military occupation strangles Palestine. Why pass this particular one along? Because, as Sam says, “Each life being destroyed by the Israeli revolving door policy of detainment is a person with a name and a family and a job. And when the person is my friend or colleague, I refuse to swallow the fact that Israel has carte blanche to act above the law.”
In this case, the person affected is someone on whom a great many others depend, a reality which would certainly not be lost on the Israeli regime.
By the way, this is not a request for money. It’s a call for justice and action.
Sam Bahour:
My friend is Walid Abu Rass. He is the Finance and Administration Manager for the Health Work Committees (HWC), one of the largest community health service providers in the occupied Palestinian territory. HWC serves over 500,000 patients/beneficiaries per year. More on HWC in a second.
I had not seen Walid for a while. We are both knee deep in Palestine’s daily rat race. About two months ago, Walid and his HWC colleagues called for a meeting of their circle of friends. They sought assistance. HWC was going through some financial hard times, especially with the financial crisis in Europe, where many of their donors are based.
Given that it was close to the end of year, a season when I usually donate some time to assist a community based organization to fundraise, I offered to volunteer. Walid was my counterpart. During the past weeks, we were in daily phone and email contact, and every few days we met up to visit a potential local donor. Progress was being made. We then started to plan, with a few others, an end-of-year fundraising raffle. Plans were coming together, and there was excitement among the team and staff that we were taking our fundraising needs to our local community to compensate for the loss in European institutional funding. This is even more significant since HWC does not accept funding with strings attached (“conditional donor funds”), so they have to struggle just to keep the doors open in this tainted donor-driven market.
For nearly a week I was emailing Walid with no reply. This was not like him. He and I nearly live behind our keyboards. The deadline for the raffle details was rapidly approaching and if we did not get started, we would miss the end of year opportunity for fundraising. I started to think Walid was mad at me for some reason. I rethought our last few weeks of working together. There was absolutely nothing there to cause him to just ignore my calls; after all, I was his volunteer counterpart.
Then, last night I learned why Walid stopped replying to me. Continue reading
