“You are originally Arab”
This is an email I just received from a friend of mine who moved to Jordan last year. Her true story is just one example of israel’s many racist policies.
“You are originally Arab” the Israeli soldier told me you are not permitted to enter…These were the last words I heard uttered out of the soldiers mouth before boarding the bus back to the Jordan Border, King Hussein Bridge.
Every year my family and I get ready for our annual family vacation to Palestine, this was a pilgrimage I have enjoyed since I was a baby. I was born and raised in Chicago, my parents do not hold Palestinian Id’s because they left Palestine around 1967 to Jordan where they were granted Jordanian citizenship. I too carry a Jordanian citizenship along with my 7 brothers and sisters, we have carried these since we were born; but never did we run into a problem when traveling to Palestine, not once were we asked if we carried other passports.
Upon reaching the Allenby border crossing we were greeted very coldly by the Israeli soldiers, but the tourists on our bus who didn’t possess the distinct Arab features were greeted with arms wide open.
Once the soldier took our family’s passports within 15 minutes he came back only to tell us that my family along with hundreds of other Americans of Arab descent weren’t allowed in because we are originally Arab and hold Jordanian passports; he then told us maybe we should visit the Israeli Consulate to see if we can receive a permission visa to enter. Permission Visa?? HA! Millions of Arabs have gone to the Israeli consulate to get visas to enter their home lands and were denied, I am no different?
It is clear that my American passport is not recognized by the State of Israel, it is clear that the American Embassy will not lift a finger to help me nor my family enter Palestine (we all remember how the American government let alone the American Embassy of Tel Aviv, did nothing to help capture the Israeli solders who murdered my dear friend Rachel Corrie).
I couldn’t help fighting the tears back I knew I would never enter my beloved Palestine, never to see the smiling faces of the struggling Palestinian people of Ramallah, Nablus, and Bethlehem areas. Never to see the churches and mosques of Jerusalem that stood side by side in defiance of the Israeli occupation of its people, nor have coffee with my Israeli friends in Tel Aviv and West Jerusalem; it was all over. As the soldier handed us back our American passports I looked at it with disgust, no longer is it of any use to me now, this used to be my weapon, this used to be my armor and shield, now I am left vulnerable to Israel’s racist policy against all Arabs.
Ladies and Gentleman I have become an Arab, an Arab with no rights to her homeland.