Municipalities and Councils - Australians for Palestine
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Jericho Forever<br />
Preserving the Pastoral Character of the Oasis of Peace<br />
Jericho shimmers in our memory as the<br />
Oasis of Peace.<br />
Generations of Jerusalemites have<br />
grown up in the idyllic pastoral town<br />
where history, nature, <strong>and</strong> magic lingered<br />
into the late eighties. A subtropical<br />
microenvironment within 35 kilometres<br />
of Jerusalem <strong>and</strong> at a low altitude of<br />
258 metres below sea level, Jericho is<br />
Jerusalem’s garden. Its temperate winter<br />
weather contrasts dramatically with<br />
Jerusalem’s bleak, bitter-cold weather.<br />
Jericho’s cerulean blue sky, fresh water<br />
springs, palm trees, green bananas, <strong>and</strong><br />
citrus oranges soaked in the fragrance<br />
of ole<strong>and</strong>er, frangipani هنتف, Sesbania<br />
sesban نابسيسلا رجس, lotus tree, مودلا رجش<br />
ردشلا وا, mimosa, jasmine, tamarind, <strong>and</strong><br />
hibiscus provided a paradisiacal winter<br />
retreat. Elderly Palestinians retired in<br />
white-washed adobe cottages, sleeping<br />
to the sound of murmuring water running<br />
in the open canals <strong>and</strong> waking up to the<br />
chirpings of myriad migrating birds that<br />
made their annual stop in Jericho.<br />
The bucolic image is deeply ingrained<br />
in our heart’s eyes, screening off our<br />
perception of Jericho’s downfall.<br />
We are hurt by the disappointment <strong>and</strong><br />
jarring remarks of the young Palestinian<br />
visitors from abroad. Their parents<br />
remember Jericho as the paradise it once<br />
was. They reminisce in the presence<br />
of their children about the Jericho they<br />
knew. The contemporary reality falls<br />
short. Jericho has become a dirty,<br />
underdeveloped ethnic town with many<br />
policemen idling in the main square<br />
amidst confused traffic, jaywalkers, <strong>and</strong><br />
chaotic cyclers.<br />
Gone are the green orchards, gone<br />
are the winding trails, gone is the water,<br />
<strong>and</strong> gone are the adobe houses, leaving<br />
behind dirty streets, run-down cafés,<br />
<strong>and</strong> pathetic cafeterias. Jericho exudes<br />
poverty <strong>and</strong> is an image of a third-world<br />
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By Dr. Ali Qleibo<br />
backwater city. Only the solitary colourful<br />
vegetable shops at the main square<br />
survive. A visit to Jericho further confirms<br />
the common saying: <strong>Palestine</strong> is gone.<br />
ينطشلف تحار<br />
The trauma of the Nakba (first defeat<br />
in 1948) <strong>and</strong> the Naksa (second defeat<br />
in 1967) remains an open wound. The<br />
four Israeli strategic plans to evacuate<br />
<strong>Palestine</strong> in 1947–48 <strong>and</strong> the ongoing<br />
bureaucratic Israeli-administered slow<br />
transfer since 1967 have undermined<br />
Palestinian collective cultural identity.<br />
Nowhere else, apart from in Jerusalem<br />
<strong>and</strong> Nablus, can the grief over the loss of<br />
<strong>Palestine</strong> <strong>and</strong> the demise of our cultural<br />
heritage be felt. The much-lamented<br />
brain drain, the depletion of <strong>Palestine</strong>’s<br />
solid, cultured middle classes becomes<br />
a tangible reality in Jericho.<br />
A ride past the wide boulevard, Al<br />
Muntazahat Street, leading from the town<br />
centre towards the Tal el-Sultan, passes<br />
by the once-packed outdoor restaurants<br />
that are now desolate, <strong>and</strong> past the<br />
once-glamorous Winter Palace Hotel,<br />
which st<strong>and</strong>s now in ruins. On weekends<br />
the side streets used to be crowded with<br />
strollers dressed in their best to see <strong>and</strong><br />
be seen in Jericho.<br />
The image of a gracious cosmopolitan<br />
Jericho remains in the heart though it<br />
no longer exists. The nephews, nieces,<br />
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cousins, children, <strong>and</strong> gr<strong>and</strong>children<br />
of those who are lucky enough to<br />
have acquired a <strong>for</strong>eign passport <strong>and</strong><br />
can visit the homel<strong>and</strong> as tourists are<br />
dismayed <strong>and</strong> disappointed by what<br />
they see. Outside the few (but alarmingly<br />
increasing in number) small gardens of<br />
the suburban-style villas, nature has been<br />
destroyed. Under the guise of “progress”<br />
Jericho has fallen out of grace. Once it<br />
was a bucolic ideal; now the city has<br />
become a dump.<br />
We recall fondly the image of the<br />
simple café by the waterfall as we hiked<br />
towards Ein el-Sultan. The water canal<br />
widened in that area be<strong>for</strong>e it gushed one<br />
metre below… There under the ancient,<br />
thick, gnarled olive tree spread a dozen<br />
small, square, straw-padded “coffee<br />
Panoramic view of Jericho. Photo from <strong>Palestine</strong> Image Bank.