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The *FREE ARAB VOICE*
October 7'th, 2000
A REPORT FROM THE STREET BATTLES OF AMMAN
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1) Dissecting Hypocritical Rhetoric:
I had heard through the grape vine that many activists will be attending
Friday prayer at the Calouti Mosque in al Rabiyeh because that was the
closest mosque to the Zionist Embassy in Amman.  The idea was to
instigate a march to the embassy after Friday sermon is done.  The
Muslim Brotherhood had called in the papers, in big font, for Friday
prayers to be held somewhere else (very far away from al Rabiyeh).   But
al Calouti Mosque in al Rabiyeh had today a couple of thousand more
believers than the usual hundreds.  By the time Friday sermon was over,
there were many more waiting in the wings: men and women wanting to pray
for a revolution.
I don't usually pray in mosques or observe prayers, but this time I
did.  My friends joked that the Intifada was going to make a good Muslim
out of me.  So be it.  I'll believe in anything that could take us
closer to eradicating the Zionist Embassy in Amman.  But the Friday
sermon was a typical example of what my friends call the Islam of the
Sultans, and what I call hypocritical rhetoric.  The preacher spoke up
at length against Zionists, Arab regimes, and oppression.  Citing the
biography of Prophet Muhammad (SAAW), he even argued that Zionists only
understand the language of force and that Arab leaders are wimps who are
too chicken to speak that language.  But when it came to taking a stand,
he took the wrong one.  The preacher told the people that marches and
demonstrations were a 'western custom', and that it would do us no good
to adopt these un-Islamic habits.  He told the people listening to him
that they should adopt God instead and just go home in peace.  In the
second sermon, this point was emphasized again.  Ask God to grant us the
forbearance to withstand what's happening to us, the second preacher
said.  He swore up and down that he was not saying that we shouldn't
demonstrate because he was afraid or because the government asked him
to.  He said that it would do us no good to eliminate the embassy from
Jordan anyways.  According to him, the people should focus on becoming
better Muslims instead.  What a travesty that was!  All I could think
about was how religion was being used as an opiate for the people.
2) The Islam of the People:
Not a second passed after the Friday sermon was over, before people have
even had the chance to put their shoes back on, when chanting erupted
and lines formed.  The battle was on.  It was a classic case of the
schism between the opportunism of intellectuals/scholars and the spirit
of the people.  It was as if the people believed in a different God from
that of the two preachers, and the faith of the people was the true
one.  I realized how wise our people are for letting the hypocritical
and fake intellectuals/preachers say what they want, and then do what
they the people want.  Then as the people marched in the direction of
the Zionist embassy in Amman, they chanted: "There is no God but
Allah!", and "Allah, Palestine, and Jerusalem is Arab".  There were two
Jordanian (non-mainstream) Islamic leaders in the march, Ali Abu
Assukkar, and Laith Shubeilat, and hundreds of rank and file Islamists,
but there wasn't a single well-known opposition figure otherwise.  There
were also supporters of Fateh/ Intifadah, a few supporters of the PFLP,
and many non-mainstream leftists.  There were also a handful of
intellectuals on the nationalist/leftist side.  There were many
students, young people, and women not affiliated with any group.  And
all of the above fought the street battles that lasted for several hours
today together.
3) The Heat:
The people marched in the thousands.  Turning right from the mosque,
they marched about a few hundred yards.  But just when they reached the
point after which they had to go up a steep hill, massive troops emerged
at the top of the hill and the games began.  We charged uphill but
security forces responded with a barrage of tear gas bombs.  The gas
hovered like a cloud of poison over the bottom of the hill.  Many people
fainted, threw up, or suffered temporary blindness.  But the chanting
continued.  The people scattered as the troops charged down the hill
halfway, then they regrouped. And the clashes lasted for several hours.
When the troops attacked, the people retreated.  When they retreated,
the people regrouped.  In the midst of hues of gas, stone throwers would
sneak in as close as possible to the troops to strike.  Demonstrators
and security men took turns at sneaking in through the alleys either to
throw stones or ambush the stone throwers.  Our people carry the wisdom
of hundreds of years of oppression.  They never chanced a direct battle
of steel against flesh.  But each time security men thought the
demonstration was over with, the people would regroup from nowhere to
commence the chanting, the stone throwing, and the drive to reach the
Zionist embassy, the drive to cleanse Arab land from Zionist filth.
Cameramen and news crews were beaten up or had their films destroyed or
confiscated by security men.  In the meantime, the streets leading up to
the Zionist embassy turned into a virtual war zone.  Clouds of gas, ad
hoc roadblocks, fires, choppers circling the scene, the injured laying
on the sidewalks, and the shrieks of women and men to hold steady in the
face of oppression with calls of Allahu Akbar (God is Greater!), which
IN THAT CONTEXT reveals the true meaning of the Islam of the people, not
that of the Sultans or the hypocrites, were all the backdrop of the
campaigns to charge up or downhill, depending on which side you were on.
Security men had the advantage, not just because of their hardware,
their helmets, see-thru shields, guns that fire tear gas bombs, masks,
and their clubs.  They had the advantage also because they were uphill,
and we were downhill.  The abc of military engagement teaches us that
one should never charge an enemy uphill, or stand in the way of an enemy
charging downhill.  It's all about momentum.  In this case in point, the
stones had a harder time reaching up, and the hundreds of tear gas bombs
thrown down at us formed a stale cloud at the bottom of the hill
surrounded by two columns of buildings.
Still, the battles continued.  The people residing in the neighborhood
of the Zionist embassy kept giving water, tissues, onions (to counter
the effects of the tear gas), and sanctuary to the demonstrators.
Battle lines stabilized temporarily at different points of the hill
leading up to the Zionist embassy throughout all this.  But the
demonstration went on.  After several hours, it boiled down to a
hardcore of a few hundred demonstrators versus troops reinforced with
tanks.
4) The Grand Finale:
Two tanks suited for occasions just these were protruding like the eyes
of an owl over each side of the two-way street in al Rabiyeh leading up
and down to and from the Zionist embassy.  Behind and beside them,
several columns of security men wielding clubs and tear gas guns, and
hiding behind helmets and shields loomed like doomsday.  When these
started charging downhill, a university student voiced a call for
afternoon prayer.  Right in the midst of the rubble and the smoke, many
of the demonstrators formed columns to pray.  In the meantime, dozens of
young men and women half-way uphill were waving Palestinian flags and
exchanging stone throwing with soldiers, including a few Christian
Jordanian female university students that I know personally.   The tanks
charged downhill.  The dozen or so brave demonstrators closest to them
countered with stones.  Then when the prayer lines formed in the midst
of the rubble, the sweat, and the tears, at the bottom of the hill, the
tanks retreated.  The security troops, however, shot a couple of tear
gas bombs right in the midst of the prayer lines.  Poisonous fumes
spread like evil in the columns.  But people kept bowing to God,
praying, weeping involuntarily, with eyes shut, and faces flushed.  Tear
gas was defeated before God.  But which will God accept more, the
sermons of the hypocritical preachers, or the prayer of these guys?!
A woman walked up the hill alone and started chanting: "Muslim soldier,
why are you protecting the Zionists?!".   A throng followed her in the
chant, including leftists, nationalists, and brother and sisters in
arms.  Prayer was over.  "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar", the people
chanted.  God is greater!  The tanks charged down followed by the
troops.  This time they went all the way across the roadblocks and
fires.  The demonstrators kept retreating while countering with stones,
all the way down to the mosque of al Calouti, while fighting back with
stones.
My eyes are still tearing from the gas.  In one of the charges uphill, I
was hit with a tear gas bomb directly right above my left ankle, so I
could not run very well.  When the troops and the tanks charged down,
they spread tear gas all over before them, so I suffered temporary
blindness as well.  Groping, I found my way, however, to the entrance of
a building.  There were two other guys hiding there.   A resident took
us in.  But suddenly we found ourselves stuck behind enemy lines.  It
was as if I was meant to see what others could not.  I went up to the
roof of that building to wait, watch, and learn.  The troops started
going into adjacent houses in search of demonstrators hiding there.
They sent in German shepherd dogs to flush out demonstrators from hiding
places.  When caught, the residents of the house and the demonstrators
would be beaten up on their extremities with clubs, and then they would
be arrested, whether male or female.  On the roof I found hiding with us
also two correspondents for al Jazeera TV satellite channel, who were
very afraid for their cameras.  They already had their tapes
confiscated.  They were too afraid to film.  Choppers were hovering over
us.  Guys who were caught were beaten savagely in the street then
canned.  Employees from the City of Amman came immediately to clean up
the mess.   Women who tried to save a demonstrator getting beaten by
several policemen had German shepherd dogs turned on them in the front
yard of their house.  Several guys would still appear from the alleys to
throw stones at the troops.  I saw guys getting punched and smacked
inside the police vans carrying them to jail.
Luckily though, the troops didn't go into the building we were hiding
at.  We were saved by women hanging outside the building, who looked way
too upper-middle class to have anything to do with what was going on.
But all in all, it was a good day.  After all, revolutions are the
feasts of the oppressed.  Yet what happened to us was not only about
Palestine.  It's also about the state in the age of globalization.
Ibrahim Alloush

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