Yom Pekudah-Getting There
Yesterday, Tuesday, Day Two of the 3 day protest march to Gaza, I left Jerusalem to join. I was at the city exit at 8AM, trying to hitch south. at 845 someone stopped. He said the roads were all blocked, but he was going to see how close he could get. So I jumped in. There were two other hitchhikers with me. One was an ex-Breslover chassid. The radio in the car was broken, and this guy was our alternative. The entire drive he explained to us how we have to take over Bet Lechem by force, only them will the Mashiach come. He had maps printed up, lots of data about the area, he seemed very ready. He wanted to find a ride to scout out Bet Lechem, but decided to join us going to the march. The other hitchhiker was a settler chassid, with a big knit kippa and very long peyot. He was holding a song book dedicated to the memories of R' Kahane, Sr and Jr, Baruch Goldstein, and a few other people. I believe he would be labeled as "hilltop youth" . As I sat with these people, I wondered how people look at me.
We drove for about an hour and a half, until we were turning towards Netivot, where the march had started the day before. There was a line of about 15-20 trucks stopped, with a police car turned sideways blocking the road. We drove on the shoulder, and shot past the cop car. We were very excited no one had stopped us yet, but then we saw another road block, this one with 4 cop cars, cops swarming all over, and the road ahead entirely blocked. We were forced to turn left instead of going straight. At this point, the driver said he didnt know what he was going to dom so we got out and started walking. We were about a 2 hour hike away from the protest. As we started walking, we saw cars were snaeking thru on a dirt road on the side of the highway. So we went there and got a ride from someone who was looking for her daughter. They had been together, and the mother had gone to get the car. She saved us about 45 minutes of walking till she foind her daughter. Then we kept walking. After about 10 minutes, we made it to the next intersection. This one was also heavily manned, blocking whoever managed to get past the first block. Also, 2R was waiting there, on her way home from the protest. There was a change of the guard, as many who had come the day before left, and many others were coming. I walked from that intersection for almost a half hour til I got to the protest. Along the way I saw rows and rows of busses, all used to bring army and cops in. They were all sitting under big tents, sorrounding the village. The village is sorrounded by a barbed wire fence, and they were making sure no one tried to cut the fence and sneak out the sides. At this point, when I came, they were allowing people in, so I walked in and joined my fellow protestors.
We drove for about an hour and a half, until we were turning towards Netivot, where the march had started the day before. There was a line of about 15-20 trucks stopped, with a police car turned sideways blocking the road. We drove on the shoulder, and shot past the cop car. We were very excited no one had stopped us yet, but then we saw another road block, this one with 4 cop cars, cops swarming all over, and the road ahead entirely blocked. We were forced to turn left instead of going straight. At this point, the driver said he didnt know what he was going to dom so we got out and started walking. We were about a 2 hour hike away from the protest. As we started walking, we saw cars were snaeking thru on a dirt road on the side of the highway. So we went there and got a ride from someone who was looking for her daughter. They had been together, and the mother had gone to get the car. She saved us about 45 minutes of walking till she foind her daughter. Then we kept walking. After about 10 minutes, we made it to the next intersection. This one was also heavily manned, blocking whoever managed to get past the first block. Also, 2R was waiting there, on her way home from the protest. There was a change of the guard, as many who had come the day before left, and many others were coming. I walked from that intersection for almost a half hour til I got to the protest. Along the way I saw rows and rows of busses, all used to bring army and cops in. They were all sitting under big tents, sorrounding the village. The village is sorrounded by a barbed wire fence, and they were making sure no one tried to cut the fence and sneak out the sides. At this point, when I came, they were allowing people in, so I walked in and joined my fellow protestors.
posted by stillruleall at 6:06 PM
1 Comments:
"The other hitchhiker was a settler chassid, with a big knit kippa and very long peyot. He was holding a song book dedicated to the memories of R' Kahane, Sr and Jr, Baruch Goldstein, and a few other people. I believe he would be labeled as "hilltop youth"."
I think in our neck of the woods they are called "hillbilly"!
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