This Is Not A Border

by Ahdaf Soueif

  Acknowledgements

  PalFest’s founding board of trustees were Victoria Brittain, Alison Elliot, John Horner, Brigid Keenan, Sheila Whitaker and myself. Suad Amiry and Fiona McMorrough both did time on the board. The current trustees are Omar Robert Hamilton, Nathalie Handal, John Horner, Brigid Keenan and myself.

  PalFest has the immense good fortune to have many friends, some it started out with, some it collected along the way. It’s not possible to list them all, but we are grateful to each and every one of them for the various ways they’ve contributed to the festival.

  Some of our friends are no longer with us. Henning Mankell, who died in October 2015, was visibly angered by what he saw at PalFest 2009. He made a generous donation to the festival the following year and was on the Gaza flotilla that included the Mavi Marmara. We hold him in our hearts. Taha Muhammad Ali, who honoured us with one of his last public appearances. Rawda Attalah, who introduced us to Nazareth and Haifa, adopted us and hosted us in her home.

  We would like to thank all our friends in Palestine for their support and advice. Tania and Hanna Nasir, Islah Jad, Suad Amiry and Selim Tamari for their delicious food, their company and the comfort of their beautiful homes. We thank all our partners in Palestine: the Khalil Sakakini Cultural Centre in Ramallah, the Municipalities of Ramallah and Nablus, Paola Handal, Dar al-Nadwa and the Reverend Mitri Raheb in Bethlehem, the Hebron Rehabilitation Committee in al-Khalil, Project Hope in Nablus, Morgan Cooper and the Palestine Writing Workshop, the Freedom Theatre, the Qattan Foundation, the Arab Culture Association in Haifa and the Universities of Bethlehem, al-Quds, an-Najah, al-Khalil, Birzeit and Jenin.

  Najwan Darwish has been a superlative comrade and literary adviser to PalFest, and we have benefited also from the advice of Wafa Darwish. Omar Barghouti of PACBI and BDS has provided solid and cogent information and ethical guidance, as has Ray Dolphin of UNRWA.

  We are grateful for the solidarity and input of our friends in Zochrot and that of Angela Godfrey-Goldstein.

  Safwan al-Masri of Columbia University has godfathered connections which made PalFest viable over the last few years; we treasure his friendship and support. We are also grateful to Caroline Moorehead and to Amal Ghandour for their thoughtful and selfless generosity.

  The British Council has been an excellent friend, partnering PalFest from the start; it was a privilege to know Susie Nicklin and every country director we’ve worked with has provided crucial logistical help. It was our great pleasure to work with Alan Smart, and Suha Khuffash has been the most supportive point person on the ground. We value all this, particularly as the political positions PalFest has felt it necessary to declare have sometimes not been at one with British Council policy. We value the Council’s belief in constructive disagreement and their commitment to the support of cultural work.

  We thank the Bank of Palestine for much-needed financial support for the last three years and the Sigrid Rausing Foundation, which provided support in an earlier three. We thank our network of friends – from the group of young financiers who gave PalFest its initial start to the diaspora Palestinians who have steadfastly provided the funds we have managed on: Samir and Malak Abdulhadi, Fadi Ghandour, Maher and Randa Kadoura, Hussam and Tina Khoury, Zahi Khouri and Amal Nasser, Nabil Qaddumi, Rana Sadik and Samer Younis, and our most constant friends Zina Jardaneh and Hossam and Madiha Abdalla. For Riad Kamal a very special tribute; his friendship and support have seen PalFest through some difficult times, and it’s been a great comfort to know he’s always there for us.

  Raja Shehadeh, Penny Johnson and Ritu Menon gave the proceeds of Seeking Palestine: New Palestinian Writing on Exile and Home to PalFest. Ru Freeman’s authors in Extraordinary Rendition: American Writers on Palestine also donated their fees to PalFest. Nada Hegazy and her young team in Cairo have gifted PalFest the translation of authors’ extracts distributed free at the festival.

  Ismail Richard Hamilton gives his time, charisma and organisational skills to market and sell PalFest books and bags off the Internet throughout the year and, with Léa Georgeson-Caparros (to whom he is engaged to be married), is responsible for sales at all our venues during the festival.

  PalFest’s logo was the gift of Jeff Fisher.

  Because of the circumstances under which it operates, PalFest is more or less structured afresh each year. We can never be certain which spaces or roads will be open to us or what the difficulties we’ll face will be. Sometimes our events are closed down or made very hard to get to. We also never know exactly what our budget will be and, despite the goodwill of our partners, we operate on a shoestring. The delivery of a successful festival every year is completely dependent on our small and dedicated team, who have always had to be empathetic, flexible, inventive, quick-witted.

  Eleanor O’Keefe organised the first edition of the festival (2008) together with Carol Michel. She was ably succeeded by Cristina Baum (2009/10) and Adania Shibli (2010).

  But PalFest, as it is today, is very much the work of Omar Robert Hamilton. From the start he was responsible for the production of the events. His fingerprint grew more clear over the years until it was obvious that he was directing the festival. His vision has made PalFest young and contemporary, with more music, more performance, more merging of forms. He has collected for PalFest the amazing team of talented and committed people which delivers the festival every year: Yasmin El-Rifae, his partner (now in life as well) in conceptualising and running the festival; Muiz, who has forged our visual identity with his stunning artworks year after year; Beesan Ramadan, who coordinates the festival on the ground; Maath Musleh and Hussam Ghosheh, on whose ideas and invention we rely annually; Rob Stothard, whose photographs showcase the festival to the world; and Murat Gokmen, whose short films convey a true sense of PalFest to those who’ve not been.

  PalFest was immensely lucky to secure the patronage of Harold Pinter in 2008. The speech he felt moved to make at our launch in the home of Ghalia and Omar al-Qattan in London was tremendously moving, and it is a matter of lasting regret that we did not record it. The messages of two more of our patrons, Chinua Achebe and Mahmoud Darwish, are reproduced in this book. We were also honoured with the patronage of Seamus Heaney and John Berger, and are most grateful to Philip Pullman and Emma Thompson for their continued support.

  The most enormous thanks to my friend and publisher, Bloomsbury’s Alexandra Pringle, herself a PalFestivalian, for encouraging this work, and to Madeleine Feeny, Angelique Tran Van Sang, Callie Garnett, Vicky Beddow, Rebecca Thorne and Sarah New for seeing it through the publication process and beyond. Eternal gratitude to my friend and agent, Charles Buchan of the Wylie Agency, who saved Omar and me from sinking under the administrative and legal burden of a book with forty-seven contributors.

  Finally, everybody who contributed to this book gave their work for free – unless it becomes an international best-seller, then they’ll want their share.

  Ahdaf Soueif

  CONTENTS

  Acknowledgements

  Map

  Ahdaf Soueif, INTRODUCTION

  Mahmoud Darwish, WELCOME

  Yasmin El-Rifae, WHERE DOES PALESTINE BEGIN?

  Suheir Hammad, THE GAZA SUITE: GAZA

  Ahdaf Soueif, JERUSALEM

  J.M. Coetzee, DRAW YOUR OWN CONCLUSIONS

  Mercedes Kemp, THREE ENCOUNTERS ON THE WEST BANK

  Adam Foulds, THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS

  Najwan Darwish, SLEEPING IN GAZA

  Susan Abulhawa, ONCE UPON A JERUSALEM

  Jeremy Harding, PERMISSION TO ENTER

  Suad Amiry, PRIVATISING ALLENBY

  Sabrina Mahfouz, ALLENBY BORDER CROSSING

  Gillian Slovo, QALANDIA

  John Horner, AFTER TEN YEARS />
  Brigid Keenan, DIARY

  Pankaj Mishra, INDIA AND ISRAEL: AN IDEOLOGICAL CONVERGENCE

  Kamila Shamsie, IN THE COMPANY OF WRITERS

  Suheir Hammad, THE GAZA SUITE: JABALIYA

  Atef Abu Saif, LETTERS FROM GAZA

  Selma Dabbagh, GAZA, FROM CAIRO

  Jehan Bseiso, GAZA, FROM THE DIASPORA – PART ONE

  Omar El-Khairy, DARKENING THE DRAMATURGY

  Remi Kanazi, THIS POEM WILL NOT END APARTHEID

  Geoff Dyer, AN IMAGE

  Maath Musleh, POETRY AND PROTEST

  Teju Cole, COLD VIOLENCE

  Ghada Karmi, THE CITY OF DAVID

  William Sutcliffe, THE WRITER’S JOB

  Jehan Bseiso, GAZA, FROM THE DIASPORA – PART TWO

  Ed Pavlić, EQUALITY, SUPREMACY AND SECURITY

  Alice Walker, A GIFT FOR PALFEST

  Jeremy Harding, SILENCE IS A LANGUAGE

  Muiz, DRAWING PALFEST

  Deborah Moggach, DIARY

  Remi Kanazi, UNTIL IT ISN’T

  Ru Freeman, SIGHT

  Henning Mankell, THE END OF APARTHEID

  Michael Ondaatje, WHAT WE WITNESSED

  Nancy Kricorian, STORIES FROM THE ARMENIAN QUARTER

  Michael Palin, A SCRAMBLE OF AUTHORS

  Sabrina Mahfouz, BETHLEHEM

  Nathalie Handal, CRUCIFIXION

  Mohammed Hanif, PAKISTAN/PALESTINE

  Sabrina Mahfouz, HEBRON

  Victoria Brittain, THE STRANGLEHOLD

  Chinua Achebe, THE SOUND OF A FESTIVAL

  Rachel Holmes, SOUTH AFRICA AND ISRAEL: A FAMILIAR GEOGRAPHY

  Suheir Hammad, THE GAZA SUITE: RAFAH

  Molly Crabapple, SHUJAIYYA DUST

  Sabrina Mahfouz, GAZA

  Raja Shehadeh, A DECADE OF WRITERS’ WALKS

  Linda Spalding, LET YOUR LIVES SPEAK

  Najwan Darwish, A BUS STOP IN LONDON

  Claire Messud, THE SCATTERING

  Sabrina Mahfouz, HOW TO SURVIVE EXILE

  Jamal Mahjoub, WHAT WE TALK ABOUT WHEN WE TALK ABOUT PALESTINE

  Suheir Hammad, THE GAZA SUITE: TEL EL HAWA

  China Miéville, Exit Strategy

  Suheir Hammad, THE GAZA SUITE: ZEITOUN

  Omar Robert Hamilton, THE END OF ART IS PEACE

  Author Biographies

  Credits

  INTRODUCTION

  Ahdaf Soueif

  In an elegant Ottoman villa set in a garden a few metres away from the centre of Ramallah, on a pleasant evening in October 2003, I did a reading. I was in Palestine for the Guardian, following up on an earlier visit, and Palestinian friends had asked me to do an event. It was set up overnight and the room in the Khalil Sakakini Cultural Centre was packed. Halfway through we heard a tremendous explosion somewhere outside. I stopped. People waved me on. It’s nothing, they said. It wasn’t nothing of course, and they knew it; they had simply wanted this ‘normal’ evening, talking about books, to continue.

  We – Omar Robert Hamilton (my son) and I – spent a portion of that night perched on a friend’s roof, watching Israeli soldiers smash in the door of an empty house across the otherwise quiet, residential street.

  Then there was a message from An-Najah University in Nablus inviting me to go and read there. Nablus is only thirty-six kilometres north of Ramallah, but the city had been under Israeli closure for three years. Not a problem, said the university; we’ll send someone to get you. They sent a Samaritan in a white minivan who took us also to visit his home in Mount Gerizim. He showed us pictures of himself in traditional Syrian dress. The Samaritans self-identify as ‘Palestinian Jews’ and carry both Israeli and Palestinian documents. Israeli checkpoints open for them. We arrived in Nablus to find that – on the occasion of the beginning of Ramadan – Israel had intensified its siege of the city. Students who lived in neighbouring towns and villages were stranded; the chancellor was providing Iftar for them all and they were going to camp out in the university. I did a seminar next door to a student photography exhibition. Picture upon picture of young men blindfolded, wrists bound behind their backs.

  In Palestine almost every situation you can be in is layered. Nothing, not a single thing, is free of the occupation, its instruments, its outcomes. In the same gaze you take in the row of gracious early-twentieth-century Palestinian houses, the Palestinian refugee camp set up in 1948, now rooted and solid, and the young Israeli settlement bristling on top of the hill, waiting. You can see the stony terraces and the centuries that coaxed them into fruitfulness, the Israeli wall severing them from their farmers, and the settlement road cutting through the sky above them, its supports digging deep into their soil.

  On my first visit, in 2000, the thought had kept coming to me that I wished people – lots and lots of people – could actually see what I was seeing. From 2003 I had a second wish: that when a Palestinian audience ignored explosions for the sake of a literary event, when a university took the trouble to smuggle a writer through a military checkpoint, they would get more for their efforts than just me. The Palestine Festival of Literature made both wishes come true.

  In the first decade of this century literary festivals were springing up everywhere. Could we organise a small group of writers to travel to Palestine, experience the situation there for themselves and do literary events that Palestinians want? ‘We’ in this case were my family and friends – two specifically: Victoria Brittain and Brigid Keenan. Victoria had long been a supporter of the Palestinians; indeed we first met as patrons of the Palestine Solidarity Campaign. Brigid and I had met at a London fundraiser, Visions of Palestine, in 2004 and become fast friends.

  In 2007 a series of happy chances pulled it all together. Brigid in her diary piece for this book describes how she and I spoke of a literary festival in Palestine and how Eleanor O’Keefe came on board to organise the first edition. Eleanor invited John Horner, who became PalFest’s invaluable treasurer. At a London Book Fair lunch a chance seat next to Suzanne Joinson, then working for the British Council, won us the Council’s support. A friend in finance secured me a meeting with some of his colleagues – all young financiers of Arab origin – and I walked away with a good portion of our first year’s budget.

  We were in constant consultation with our Palestinian friends, and all were unhesitating in their encouragement. Mahmoud Darwish’s letter, with which we open this volume, was PalFest’s entry into the cultural landscape of Palestine.

  We stated PalFest’s mission as ‘to bring world-class cultural events to communities that otherwise would have no access to them’. Over ten years PalFest brought to Palestine some of the finest English-language novelists, essayists, dramatists and poets. We also brought publishers, agents and cultural producers. Their brief was to conduct literary events, workshops and seminars, to network, to scout for new talent; for one week they would meet and interact with Palestinians on their home ground. This book – marking PalFest’s tenth anniversary – contains some of the writings that were born out of this undertaking.

  For some, PalFest was a doorway. Suheir Hammad, who was changing the face of American performance poetry, had her own constituency, particularly among the young. Rachel Holmes and Jeremy Harding both went back repeatedly to do writing workshops. Henning Mankell joined the following year’s flotilla to Gaza. Many of our participants, like Remi Kanazi, Nathalie Handal, Haifa Zangana, Omar El-Khairy, Robin Yassin-Kassab, Jamal Mahjoub, the WildWorks Theatre Company, Sabrina Mahfouz, Molly Crabapple, Nancy Kricorian and others either stayed on after the festival or returned at other times. Haifa Zangana has gone back every year to teach. But I think that for everyone, whether or not they returned, the week they spent in Palestine became part of their inner landscape.

  It was important for PalFest that it should try to travel in the same manner as its Palestinian audience. Palestinians under the occupation are issued by Israel with one of two types of pass: a Jerusalem ID or a West Bank ID. If you have a West Bank ID you cannot enter Jerusalem or go beyond the 1948 line wi
thout a special permit. This means that, in effect, you are not allowed to use Ben Gurion Airport and must travel in and out of the country via Jordan, over the King Hussein (or Allenby) Bridge. The bridge, therefore, became PalFest’s entry point for the festival.

  Israel has never agreed to an official delineation of its borders. However, it controls all access routes into historic Palestine. So even though the bridge connects Jordan to the occupied Palestinian territories, it is under Israeli – rather than Palestinian Authority – control and is the first point at which the visitor is subject to Israeli procedures. And so it makes an appearance in many of the pieces in this book.

  An aspect of the occupation that is quite difficult for non-locals to get their heads around is that the majority of the barriers – the wall and the checkpoints in their varied manifestations – are not in fact borders; they do not separate ‘Palestine’ from ‘Israel’; mostly they cut through occupied Palestinian land, separating communities from each other, from their land, from their markets, their universities, their schools.

  Another imperative for PalFest was to make it possible for Palestinians to attend our events without undue hardship – in other words, people should not have to cross checkpoints to come to a PalFest event; PalFest would cross the checkpoints to reach its audiences. And so we became a ‘cultural roadshow’, packing our bags every morning, getting on the bus, pulling our bags through the metal grids and turnstiles of the checkpoints and back on the bus to get to our next university, our next municipal garden, our next event. There are fast roads built for the convenience of Israeli settlers who live in the occupied areas in violation of international law, but PalFest, confining itself to roads that Palestinians are allowed to use, does its best to avoid them.

  The physical hardship that this entails is another reason we’re grateful to our international guests – some of them not young – who gamely enter into the spirit of the festival, dragging bags, eating sandwich lunches on buses and delivering their events with spirit and panache.

  To date there are some 170 PalFest graduates, and naturally not every one of them is in this book. We hope, however, that the ones who are here reflect both the diversity of PalFestivalians and the contours of the journey that ultimately bound us all together.