Dr. Nurit Peled-Elhanan is the mother of Smadar
Elhanan, 13 years old when killed by a suicide
bomber in Jerusalem in September 1997. Below is
Nurit's speech made on 2005 International Women's
Day to the European Parliament in Strasbourg.
Israeli Mother Addresses European
Parliament
March 8, 2005
WOMEN
by Nurit Peled-Elhanan
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Thank you for inviting me to this today.
It is always an honour and a pleasure to
be here, among you (at the European
Parliament).
However, I must admit I believe you
should have invited a Palestinian woman
at my stead, because the women who
suffer most from violence in my county
are the Palestinian women. And I would
like to dedicate my speech to Miriam
R`aban and her husband Kamal, from Bet
Lahiya in the Gaza strip, whose five
small children were killed by Israeli
soldiers while picking strawberries at
the family`s strawberry field. No one
will ever stand trial for this murder.
When I asked the people who invited me
here why didn't they invite a
Palestinian woman, the answer was that
it would make the discussion too
localized.
I don't know what is non-localized
violence. Racism and discrimination may
be theoretical concepts and universal
phenomena but their impact is always
local, and real. Pain is local,
humiliation, sexual abuse, torture and
death, are all very local, and so are
the scars.
It is true, unfortunately, that the
local violence inflicted on Palestinian
women by the government of Israel and
the Israeli army, has expanded around
the globe, In fact, state violence and
army violence, individual and collective
violence, are the lot of Muslim women
today, not only in Palestine but
wherever the enlightened western world
is setting its big imperialistic foot.
It is violence which is hardly ever
addressed and which is halfheartedly
condoned by most people in Europe and in
the USA.
This is because the so-called free world
is afraid of the Muslim womb.
Great France of "la liberte égalite et
la fraternite" is scared of little girls
with head scarves. Great Jewish Israel
is afraid of the Muslim womb which its
ministers call a demographic threat.
Almighty America and Great Britain are
infecting their respective citizens with
blind fear of the Muslims, who are
depicted as vile, primitive and
blood-thirsty, apart from their being
non-democratic, chauvinistic and mass
producers of future terrorists. This in
spite of the fact that the people who
are destroying the world today are not
Muslim. One of them is a devout
Christian, one is Anglican and one is a
non-devout Jew.
I have never experienced the suffering
Palestinian women undergo every day,
every hour, I don't know the kind of
violence that turns a woman's life into
constant hell. This daily physical and
mental torture of women who are deprived
of their basic human rights and needs of
privacy and dignity, women whose homes
are broken into at any moment of day and
night, who are ordered at a gun-point to
strip naked in front of strangers and
their own children, whose houses are
demolished , who are deprived of their
livelihood and of any normal family
life. This is not part of my personal
ordeal.
But I am a victim of violence against
women insofar as violence against
children is actually violence against
mothers. Palestinian, Iraqi, Afghan
women are my sisters because we are all
at the grip of the same unscrupulous
criminals who call themselves leaders of
the free enlightened world and in the
name of this freedom and enlightenment
rob us of our children.
Furthermore, Israeli, American, Italian
and British mothers have been for the
most part violently blinded and
brainwashed to such a degree that they
cannot realize their only sisters, their
only allies in the world are the Muslim
Palestinian, Iraqi or Afghani mothers,
whose children are killed by our
children or who blow themselves to
pieces with our sons and daughters. They
are all mind-infected by the same
viruses engendered by politicians. And
the viruses , though they may have
various illustrious names--such as
Democracy, Patriotism, God,
Homeland--are all the same. They are all
part of false and fake ideologies that
are meant to enrich the rich and to
empower the powerful.
We are all the victims of mental,
psychological and cultural violence that
turn us to one homogenic group of
bereaved or potentially bereaved
mothers. Western mothers who are taught
to believe their uterus is a national
asset just like they are taught to
believe that the Muslim uterus is an
international threat. They are educated
not to cry out: `I gave him birth, I
breast fed him, he is mine, and I will
not let him be the one whose life is
cheaper than oil, whose future is less
worth than a piece of land.`
All of us are terrorized by
mind-infecting education to believe all
we can do is either pray for our sons to
come back home or be proud of their dead
bodies.
And all of us were brought up to bear
all this silently, to contain our fear
and frustration, to take Prozac for
anxiety, but never hail Mama Courage in
public. Never be real Jewish or Italian
or Irish mothers.
I am a victim of state violence. My
natural and civil rights as a mother
have been violated and are violated
because I have to fear the day my son
would reach his 18th birthday and be
taken away from me to be the game tool
of criminals such as Sharon, Bush, Blair
and their clan of blood-thirsty,
oil-thirsty, land thirsty generals.
Living in the world I live in, in the
state I live in, in the regime I live
in, I don't dare to offer Muslim women
any ideas how to change their lives. I
don't want them to take off their
scarves, or educate their children
differently, and I will not urge them to
constitute Democracies in the image of
Western democracies that despise them
and their kind. I just want to ask them
humbly to be my sisters, to express my
admiration for their perseverance and
for their courage to carry on, to have
children and to maintain a dignified
family life in spite of the impossible
conditions my world in putting them in.
I want to tell them we are all bonded by
the same pain, we all the victims of the
same sort of violence even though they
suffer much more, for they are the ones
who are mistreated by my government and
its army, sponsored by my taxes.
Islam in itself, like Judaism in itself
and Christianity in itself, is not a
threat to me or to anyone. American
imperialism is, European indifference
and co-operation is and Israeli racism
and its cruel regime of occupation is.
It is racism, educational propaganda and
inculcated xenophobia that convince
Israeli soldiers to order Palestinian
women at gun-point, to strip in front of
their children for security reasons, it
is the deepest disrespect for the other
that allow American soldiers to rape
Iraqi women, that give license to
Israeli jailers to keep young women in
inhuman conditions, without necessary
hygienic aids, without electricity in
the winter, without clean water or clean
mattresses and to separate them from
their breast-fed babies and toddlers. To
bar their way to hospitals, to block
their way to education, to confiscate
their lands, to uproot their trees and
prevent them from cultivating their
fields.
I cannot completely understand
Palestinian women or their suffering. I
don't know how I would have survived
such humiliation, such disrespect from
the whole world. All I know is that the
voice of mothers has been suffocated for
too long in this war-stricken planet.
Mothers` cry is not heard because
mothers are not invited to international
forums such as this one. This I know and
it is very little. But it is enough for
me to remember these women are my
sisters, and that they deserve that I
should cry for them, and fight for them.
And when they lose their children in
strawberry fields or on filthy roads by
the checkpoints, when their children are
shot on their way to school by Israeli
children who were educated to believe
that love and compassion are race and
religion dependent, the only thing I can
do is stand by them and their betrayed
babies, and ask what Anna Akhmatova--another
mother who lived in a regime of violence
against women and children--asked:
Why does that
streak of
blood, rip the petal of your cheek?
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