2011: The year Lebanon Allows Palestinians Some Elementary Civil Rights?
Shatila Camp, Beirut
Maybe it was the really loud celebratory Ak-47 Kalashnikov and small arms gunfire and fireworks in my South Beirut neighborhood that triggered the intense New Years Eve nightmare. Or I guess it could have been the seemingly, just below my bedroom window, launched RPG-7's which followed minutes past midnight on January 1, 2011.
We stood in line to watch the Saturday Matinee, paid the 20 cents for admission, used the dime his sainted mother Martha always gave us for spending money and bought either Milk Duds or Good 'n' Plenty candies and settled into the comfortable over stuffed seats.
We always enjoyed the afternoon complete with Realtone News, a bunch of cartoons, the latest episode of an action serial like Dick Tracy, Hopalong Cassidy or the Cisco Kid, and usually a Cowboys and Indians movie. Or sometimes, my favorite childhood action hero, "Tarzan, King of the Jungle." Tarzan's very pleasant friend Jane, who always seemed to twist her angle and had to be carried by Tarzan, swinging on vines through the treetops (Jane reminded me of Miss Whitehead, our Milwaukie Grammar School 4th Grade teacher), was quite pretty.
But the jungle duo's screeching and too hyper chimpanzee 'Cheetah' regularly got on my nerves. It was not until two decades later that I learned to my horror that the film producers sometimes would beat, drug and apply electricity to our presumed distant cousin to get the dramatic shots they wanted. These revelations shattered my idolatry towards "Tarzan, the Ape Man" because I figured he knew about and should have prevented the animal abuse that his partner 'Cheetah' suffered.
In my nightmare this vast quicksand pit kept getting wider and broader. David and I were high up in the treetops watching the swirling deathtrap cork-screwing downward as it expanded. To our horror, futilely struggling to extricate and save themselves were thousands of soon to be suffocated Palestinian refugees, some of whom I recognized from today's refugee camps in Lebanon.
David and I could see in the distance people huddled in groups and watching. They appeared to be discussing whether they should try to rescue the condemned. But they all just stood there. Some shedding crocodile tears as they gawked--but no one made a move to save the perishing wretches.
Tarzan was nowhere to be seen and we kept looking for him to swing down from the overhead vines.
This observer admits to possessing a fragile and perhaps nightmare susceptible psyche these days, after long observing the lives of friends in Palestinian camps in Lebanon. But it is one thing to study the statistics, read well meaning NGO studies, and attend three dozen or so Palestinian Rights "Workshops/Conferences" of one kind or another over the past few years. It's quite another to share greatly valued personal relationships with some of those whose life experiences provide the sociological data.
NEW YEAR'S 2011 STATISTICAL UPDATE: LEBANON "LOWEST OF THE LOWS'
In Lebanon this past summer, the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East (UNRWA), conducted a socio-economic survey of 2,600 Palestinian refugee households.
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