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The following piece is a slightly modified version of a talk I gave on 2/13/15 the Palestine Center in Washington, DC.  The talk was titled “Natural History Under Siege.” 

The geography is dry and withered, humid and verdant, rugged and restful—a cacophony, but also an ensemble.  It is a panorama of glorious, incessant contradiction.  But not everybody can see it.  For many, it is a simulation of ideology, a diversion into mythic cultural adventure, an insatiable geopolitical headache, an inaccessible aspiration, or an unsolved mystery.  For the apostate and pious alike, it is always in some way holy.  It will never be decolonized unless it is first demythologized.  Settlement and myth are symbiotic.

Despite its continuous reinvention, we can still speak of Palestine as an actual place, with geologic formations and a climate classification and an observable ecosystem.  Those phenomena undergo actual change.  Humans physically experience their alteration.  Flora live and die by them.  Fauna migrate and immigrate to unnatural places.

The cultural history of Palestine’s landscape is also observable.  I’ve heard many Palestinians note the visual similarities between their homeland and Los Angeles.  Those similarities aren’t an accident.  Palm trees are ubiquitous to LA, but none of them is indigenous to the city’s territory.  They are an import from Mexico and North Africa to coastal southern California.  Early settlers wanted to brand the region.  (It explains a lot about the modern city, doesn’t it?)  Conceptualizing dry, temperate Los Angeles as a tropical paradise proved farfetched, so they concocted a Mediterranean theme.

Many settlers were Spaniards with a religious mandate, so a Holy Land symbology emerged.  This entailed palm trees, which inform important biblical events, including the story of Jesus’s birth.  The trees also create a visual orientation in scriptural themes.

Images of Palestine (real and imagined) have also influenced literature, music, painting, fashion, architecture, and landscaping.  Such images have likewise inspired conquest and colonization.

This is all to say that Palestine’s natural history is also profoundly artificial.

I have no ability to describe Palestine without yet again performing a reinvention, which makes the landscape so magical.  I am convinced it has something to do with the difficulties of its political existence.  On second thought, perhaps it has everything to do with them.

We can understand the entirety of the Israel-Palestine conflict by examining its physical effect on the land.  The availability of space for human habitation illuminates the hardships of Israeli colonization.  (Human habitation partners with military occupation to destroy the environment.)  Where do Palestinians live?  Maps show us the incongruous geographies of areas A, B, and C, but only life on the ground properly conveys Palestine’s fragmentation.

We needn’t contemplate where Palestinians live, then.  It’s better to ask, “Where can they live?”  The legal restrictions on their habitation are well-known, but the spatial limitations of their existence are more conspicuous.  Israeli settlement consumes land and thus restricts space.  It requires highways and walls and military installations.  The West Bank is a bit smaller than Delaware.  The portions of it under nominal Palestinian control could fit inside Jacksonville’s city limits.  Though it doesn’t physically disappear, Palestine is forever shrinking.

Even where Palestinians reside, their inhabitance is never secure.  Israel demolishes homes, seizes farmland, rezones cities, clean-cuts forests, flattens hilltops, and erects concrete monstrosities within and around villages.  The Palestinian does not populate inorganic structures, but a luminous, living history.  No bulldozer can destroy memory.

Memory enables Palestine to survive despite its persistent destruction.  Israel has stolen millions of dunums of Palestinian land, with no sign of abatement.  (The verb “appropriate” is more diplomatic, but I reckon we ought to use blunt words to describe ugly actions.)  In 2014, the Netanyahu government claimed over 1000 acres of the West Bank for settlement expansion.  The number of Jewish settlers creeps toward half a million.  Israel siphons water and returns it to Palestinians in the form of sewage.  It builds with no regard for the influence of human activity on the land.

Inside Israel, Palestinians are similarly restricted.  Israel contorts geography for the sake of demographic expediency, preventing the reestablishment of depopulated villages and locating new developments in places that will ensure Jewish expansion while retarding the growth of Muslims and Christians.  Nazareth Illit is one example.  Built on the hills overlooking the ancient Palestinian city, most famous as the home of Mary and Joseph, Nazareth Illit—Upper Nazareth—exemplifies Israel’s desire for ethnocentric jurisdiction.  Upper Nazareth, as its lofty name implies, seeks to recreate the city by mythologizing disappearance as an ancient reclamation project.

Thirteen percent of Palestine belongs to the Jewish National Fund, which has desired to refurbish the Holy Land since 1901.  The JNF facilitates development, plants trees, sponsors public works, and manages parkland.  The primary effect of its work has been to transform Palestine into an Orientalized theme park, open only to those of a certain ethnic background.  It all makes more sense if we think of Israeli settlement as a form of geostrategic gentrification.

We can’t properly understand Israel’s most recent land grab without discussing what preceded it.  Operation Protective Edge, Israel’s 51-day siege of the Gaza Strip in the summer of 2014, left the territory in shambles.  Gaza’s modern natural history can be summed by its role as clearinghouse for nearly two million non-Jews disallowed in Israel.  Shortly after wrecking the Gaza Strip, leaving its population to suffer the fallout of structural and economic collapse, Israel announced its new settlement plans on the West Bank.

Israel has performed this strategy often enough for it to have become predictable:  bomb Gaza, steal the West Bank.  There is a horrifying logic to its colonial violence.

Still Palestine endures.  Its Indigenes recall the landscape that sustained our ancestors and gave rise to our existence, in many cases a continent away.  Palestine endures in the way we select olives from the grocery store; plant fig and citrus trees in our backyards; decry the mischaracterization of our cuisine; display pictures of Jerusalem; affix images of Handala to protest signs; and revive our forebears in the naming of children.

There’s a certain way to show that Israelis are fundamentally outsiders to the land, but, unfortunately, it doesn’t much resonate in the United States, in no small part because Americans are fundamentally outsiders to the land they occupy, as well.  I speak of olive trees, which exemplify the phrase “labor of love.”  The trees take years to bear fruit.  Once they do, though, they can provide for centuries.  The curved, cragged trees, blending into the tawny environs of surrounding earth, are ubiquitous throughout the West Bank and the Galilee, often arranged in captivating symmetry.  Nearly every Palestinian I know owns some type of olivewood icon.

Since 1967, Israel has bulldozed over 800,000 of them.  Settlers routinely destroy orchards, having uprooted over 11,000 olive trees last year alone.  Government officials cite practical reasons for the destruction, all of them involving the apocryphal word “security.”  Much of the time, however, they are simply being punitive.

A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  This reality clarifies the so-called complexities of the Israel-Palestine conflict.  Who is Indigenous, Jews or Palestinians?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who is the aggressor?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who has a deep history on the land?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.  Who wrecks the environment with irresponsible human settlement?  A Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.

Even if it is incomprehensible to capitalists, politicians, and much of the American public, it is the correct answer to any inquiry about instigations of violence:  a Palestinian would never destroy a healthy olive tree.

*****

There are feral dogs on the West Bank.  They outnumber hyenas, which may not be extinct but are mostly the stuff of legend.  The Anatolian leopard, a character in the bible and the Epic of Gilgamesh, is elusive and exhausted.  Animals don’t recognize human borders.  When we build fences between jurisdictions, we inhibit migratory patterns and mating rituals.  When we use supposedly empty places to test weaponry, we degrade food and water sources through chemical pollution.  When we move people into new places for the purpose of demographic engineering, we also affect the tenuous existence of flora and fauna.

I know about Palestine’s feral dogs from experience.  I studied for a summer at Birzeit University, near Ramallah, in 2000.  I remember the year well because soon upon return to my American doctoral institution, the second Intifada began.  I was a terrible classroom student at Birzeit, but I nevertheless learned tons about Palestine.  My education arose through all-night tea and hookah sessions with my Palestinian friends, the adhan reminding us finally to get some sleep.

On one of these nights I and a fellow student found ourselves about two miles from Birzeit with no transportation.  (Even service drivers take a few hours to sleep.)  Although we were invited to sleep in the home of our friend, it was a lovely evening, so we opted to walk.  Just after leaving the small cluster of homes, dogs began howling in the nearby hills.  A few soon came into sight, their growls a greater threat than any we had yet faced from occupation soldiers.  We climbed a rugged slope and trekked across loose dirt and stones on the ridge alongside the roadway.  When headlights approached, we jumped down and hitched a ride home.

The soil of Palestine was lodged beneath my fingernails for over a week.  It’s one of the few moments of my life that the Holy Land was rendered tactile and knowable.

Feral wildlife has a long history in the region.  Lions, crocodiles, cheetahs, elephants, rhinos, giraffes, and water buffaloes once existed in Palestine, evoking its African origin and orientation.  We cannot attribute their disappearance to Zionist colonization.  Yet we can attribute to Zionists the revival of at least one famed species, the camel.

Camels have been, and continue to be, crucial to the commerce of Africa, the Middle East, and Central Asia, but among Arab and Muslim Americans they tend to induce groans—not from any particular dislike of the animals themselves, but because of their uses in variegated Orientalist imagery.  The camel is the great signifier of Arab culture in the West.  Whenever a film wishes to denote or connote the Middle East, we hear canned ‘oud music and see sandy dunes traversed peacefully by a caravan of slow-moving camels, usually in silhouette with a blazing sun in the background.

Zionism reproduces this imagery for the sake of ethnic verisimilitude.  When I was at Virginia Tech, a Hillel event celebrating Israel included a camel.  (Don’t ask me how it managed to get a camel to Blacksburg.)  In the touristy areas of Israel, one can take pictures of an authentic Bedouin and his humped conveyance.  (To be fair, this is also true of Arab countries.)

Zionists play Arab to inscribe themselves as Indigenous to a foreign geography.  Beyond their fondness for camels, they revived a version of Hebrew meant to sound akin to Arabic; claim as Israeli numerous dishes that existed well before 1948; and attempt architectural authenticity by erecting structures in the style of the actual buildings they destroy.  It’s a reinvention of a landscape that was mythologized by the West in the first place.  Israel has destroyed Palestine’s natural history physically and symbolically.

I am no botanist or biologist, so I am more comfortable discussing people than plants or wildlife.  While biologists work with the human animal, I am too engrained in humanist traditions to rely on biology to make sense of culture or politics.  Zionists, after all, created a nation-state based on the incongruities of biological determinism.

As to the people of the land, the Palestinians, they only figure into Zionist mythology as relics of the past, fit for display in shows of quaint nostalgia, never as agents fit for self-determination.

*****

My father in law was born in Beit Jala, adjacent to Bethlehem, and spent his first twenty years there before immigrating to the United States as a student.  Nobody would righty call him a quiet man.  He is boisterous and gregarious, a wonderful person who sometimes relishes playing the role of trickster.  Yet despite his conviviality, he doesn’t speak often of his days in Palestine.

I take credit for his emergence as a storyteller.  My wife once wondered, “How do you get him to talk so openly about his childhood?”

“It’s simple,” I replied.  “I ask him about it.”

I’m damn glad I ask, too.  His anecdotes are terrific.  Even in the hands of a lesser storyteller, his tales would be interesting simply because of their content.

I love listening to him reflect on life in a West Bank devoid of Jewish settlement.  Once enough stories are accumulated, it becomes clear that my father in law adores and embodies the natural history of Palestine.  His narrative is filled with flora and fauna:  olives, figs, pistachios, pomegranates; birds, gazelles, and reptiles; streams, wells, and aquifers; grape leaves, lavish trellises, and homemade wine.

Zaatar once grew wild throughout the hills surrounding Beit Jala.  Children hunted birds with old British shotguns.  They could explore the surroundings for miles.  Such activities exist no longer.  Israel controls nearly all of the harvest.  Palestinian children with shotguns—or with stones or with even nothing at all—are targets of occupation soldiers.  And there’s no area of the West Bank wild enough for children to explore unfettered; sooner or later they will run into a checkpoint or a settlement.

The same problems affect the Gaza Strip, on a broader but more microcosmic scale.  It is likewise true of the Palestinian citizens of Israel and those who inhabit refugee camps throughout the region.  The Palestinian landscape is dominated by the structures of division.

Yet animals remain.  Olive trees still age into centuries.  The Palestinian people are even more attached to their ancestral land.  Perhaps this is the natural history of Palestine:  the unbelievable endurance of its flora and fauna despite so many threats of eradication; and the persistence of its Indigenes despite the captivity of occupied space.

To the great distress of Zionist leaders who have long anticipated their demise, the Palestinian people, like the many landscapes they inhabit, have displayed an extraordinary talent for reinvention, in this industrialized world a necessary precondition of survival.

Steven Salaita

Steven Salaita's most recent book is Inter/Nationalism: Decolonizing Native America and Palestine.

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  1. Jackdaw on March 18, 2015, 2:46 pm

    “The geography is dry and withered, humid and verdant, rugged and restful—a cacophony, but also an ensemble. ”

    Oh, brother.
    I’m bailing.

  2. bintbiba on March 18, 2015, 3:11 pm

    …… “The Palestinian people, like the many landscapes they inhabit, have displayed an extraordinary talent for reinvention, in this industrialised world a necessary precondition of survival”

    Thank you, Professor Sal’aita…..for such a beautiful ode of love to the land of Palestine , and its people ,the Palestinians .

    I shall keep it for my children ……… !

    • just on March 18, 2015, 3:28 pm

      Well said, bintbiba.

      Thank you for this glorious essay, Professor. It is a treasure to be kept close while sharing it far and wide.

      “Israel siphons water and returns it to Palestinians in the form of sewage.”

      It is representative of almost all that Israel does.

      “The soil of Palestine was lodged beneath my fingernails for over a week. It’s one of the few moments of my life that the Holy Land was rendered tactile and knowable.”

      Palestine is in the soul of every Palestinian. It is what is shared and makes you strong and resilient. The absolute ‘rightness’ of the Palestinians’ cause contributes mightily as well.

      This piece resonates with emotion. It makes me ever mindful of those that suffer Occupation.

      “I’m damn glad I ask, too. His anecdotes are terrific. Even in the hands of a lesser storyteller, his tales would be interesting simply because of their content.

      I love listening to him reflect on life in a West Bank devoid of Jewish settlement. Once enough stories are accumulated, it becomes clear that my father in law adores and embodies the natural history of Palestine. His narrative is filled with flora and fauna: olives, figs, pistachios, pomegranates; birds, gazelles, and reptiles; streams, wells, and aquifers; grape leaves, lavish trellises, and homemade wine.”

      I’ve done the same with my relatives… ask, ask, ask and listen. That’s what helps to make us whole~ not the scribbling of anonymous men in texts that are constantly revised to suit the purposes of some.

      • Bornajoo on March 18, 2015, 5:53 pm

        Ditto Bintbiba and Just!

        Wonderful essay professor Salaita

      • peeesss on March 19, 2015, 2:57 am

        Wonderful . Truly moving. I too heard many stories of the land of Palestine from parents, in particular my mother. About the land, the trees, the gardens, the herbs, the beauty. After 48 when many Palestinians sought refuge some found the shores of New York. Many would first come and stay a few days, weeks at our apartment in Brooklyn. The Tawil , family, my mother’s, was fairly well known in Palestine . The stories of their expulsion were heartbreaking but the love of their land , their homes, their farms, their community was most moving . As a very young but somewhat questioning boy, I had doubts about some of the stories assuming embellishment. However over the years hearing the same stories and exhibiting the same emotions from more visitors about their homes in Palestine and the wonderful life they were forced to flee from eliminated those youthful doubts.
        Again Mr. Salaito thank you for your words and your love of Palestine.

      • ritzl on March 19, 2015, 12:55 pm

        ★★★★♥/★★★★♥, just!

        :)

      • just on March 19, 2015, 7:47 pm

        Thanks very much for sharing that, peeesss.

        ritzl @ 12:55~~ I am honored!

    • Walid on March 19, 2015, 9:58 am

      Bintbiba, many people have written nice pieces about Palestine and in this one about its fauna and flora, but nobody has written about the smell of the land, the dried earth, the smell zaatar, of the olive trees, the orange blossoms, the jasmine bushes and so on. Do you still remember any of those smells from your native Palestine?

      • bintbiba on March 19, 2015, 12:34 pm

        Walid , I was 12 when we had to leave… I do remember a lot, though. My mother loved planting our garden in Jerusalem ( Upper Bak’aa, uphill from the kibbutz called Mikor Haim, ) There was a gorgeous jasmine that covered a whole trellis , roses, violets and Easter lilies that were glorious in the Springtime. I remember all the perfumes, sometimes blended together with the warm breezes of Jerusalem . I used to be asked to string jasmine necklaces for my mother’s friends . I would sit on the front steps and work at it .
        We sometimes went on picnics in the countryside …I remember one name ‘Al Aouja’ , the river I think, the smell of the grass under our feet, the red poppies and other wild flowers,too. The sound of the water flowing downstream, accompanied by the song of the birds.
        Of course I remember the zaa’tar ,the knaafeh, the amar deen, na3 na3, but these are all part of my later years in Lebanon,as well.
        Above all I remember the aged olive trees that were everywhere.
        These are memories one never forgets. Have you read what Dr. Hatem Kan’aaneh wrote not long ago in MW …an excerpt from his latest book , “Chief Complaint. .. . a country doctor’s tale of life in Galilee “.
        That was a superb piece that warmed the heart and filled it with a sad nostalgia.

      • ritzl on March 19, 2015, 12:49 pm

        Oh bintbiba and Walid! Now you’ve gone and made me all nostalgic and wistful — and I’ve never been there.

        :)))) :((

      • Walid on March 19, 2015, 2:54 pm

        Yes, Bintbiba, I always read the doctor’s great pieces here. That was a nice description of your mother’s flowers. I was 8 when I left but I never forgot the smells, both the good and the bad and I could recall them any time especialy the jasmine and the tangerine or the bread bakeries.

  3. RockyMissouri on March 19, 2015, 10:44 am

    Thank you.

  4. Citizen on March 19, 2015, 5:56 pm

    I thought it was “the land of milk and honey”?

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