We have some Palestinians who clearly take this attack against Gaza as a personal attack. They are eaten up over it, seeing the situation as a "holocaust," a "genocide," and the dead as martyrs. Many of them feel betrayed. I think because they are here, living in Israel with Israelis, and the government has done something exactly opposed to what we are here for.
There are some Israelis who feel extreme shame and disgust over what their government has done. They do not in any way support what is happening, and they would likely refuse to serve if they were called up for reserve duty. And there are other Israelis who believe that Israel has the right to protect themselves and respond (to the Qassam rockets), but that the path chosen was disproportional and unreasonable. And there are Israelis (and some Americans) who are extremely concerned over the safety and well-being of the Israeli towns near Gaza that have faced rocket fire even during the truce, but much more so since it ended. Additionally, many people have good friends or family who have been called up and some students here may very well be called as well.
It became clear that things were at a boiling point at the Institute and something needed to happen. We decided that sitting and talking about the situation just wasn't enough, we had to do something. Some students want the Institute to issue a letter denouncing the violence and the attacks on both sides, otherwise what are we doing here? What is the point of us coming together if we have nothing to show for it? How can we (particularly the Israelis and Arabs) go back to our communities and justify why we were here?
We also decided that as a student body, we need to do something. We decided to organize a demonstration, or a "peace vigil" so as to comply with Israeli law. It was incredible to see how we were able to come together and support each other, to find a way to take the anger and frustration and channel it into something constructive. We were on the edge at that moment - either we were going to fall apart or we were going to draw on each other and strengthen our friendship, trust, and commitment to each other.
Once we agreed on the demonstration, we had to come up with a message that everyone could stand behind. It was no easy task. Some people wanted only a general call against violence, others wanted specific reference to Gaza (that was the point of the demo for them), others wanted to say that they disagreed with Israel's response, and still others thought we should not only focus on negatives, but to show what should be happening. It was hard to find a balance: the general statements didn't have enough bite for the people who wanted to condemn the particular actions, and the pointed slogans seemed too anti-Israel for some. After a long, but productive discussion, we decided on a number of slogans, all of which were to be written in Hebrew, Arabic, and English.

"Stop the Bombing in Gaza! Stop the Qassams! Violence is not the Solution!"

"Remember March 2008? There is No Military Solution"

"Jews and Arabs Refuse to be Enemies"

"Gaza Residents Deserve Security, too"


We decided to hold the demonstration at a nearby Kibbutz where the regional council, health clinic, and regional store is located - lots of buses stop here. We started out in the parking lot where we had a fair amount of interaction with customers, some heated conversations, some more productive. We were asked to move to street and we complied. It made us more visible to cars passing by, but we lost the human interaction. The police came within 30 minutes of us being there. They tried to make us leave saying that we were holding an illegal demonstration. We managed to prove that what we were doing was, in fact, perfectly legal. They made it difficult for us - parking right in front of our signs, making sure we didn't stand on the road itself, etc.
The best part, though, was when a very angry man from Kibbutz Yotvata came up to us yelling in Hebrew about why we were here, why we didn't go to Sderot and Gaza, why we didn't just go home. He called us "yafeh nefesh," literally translated as "beautiful soul" but meaning somethng closer to "bleeding heart." The Israelis felt proud, proud to be a bleeding heart, someone who cares for humanity regardless of race, ethinicity, or religion. I'll wear that label, too.