Friday, January 24, 2014

A Song of the Earth's Surface


I saw Spike Jonze's masterpiece, "Her," on Sunday and consider it the greatest cinematic feat of imagination since "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." In the movie Joaquin Phoenix falls in love with the first operating system endowed with consciousness. The arc and fate of their love mirrors the arc and fate of most human relationships. Only the OS, moving at the speed of light, does what unfettered consciousness must do: merge with the Infinite. OS's last message to the hero is an invitation to cosmic consciousness that we have honored when uttered by Buddha, Jesus, Rinzai, Rumi, Kabir, Ramakrishna and so many others. Now a DEUS EN MACHINA, a/k/a OS, utters it. It is so nice to have a man-meets-machine movie that does not follow "The Matrix" template and put humans at the insidious beckoning of body snatchers. The movie seems to say that the ultimate subversion of technology could be as spiritual and beneficial as the subversion of every great, ancient iconoclasm. 

"Her" also reminded me that my life-work has been to achieve the grace of non-duality. Here is my take on this subject inspired by "Her." While this pretends to be a poem, it is, in reality, an abstract. It is meant to give you a sense of what I feel about things and how I approach expression of 'ultimate reality.' See it as an aid in construction of a modern-day mythos of awakening. I think the religions have so thoroughly done in their own syntax that it is useless to build bridges to them or try to salvage their ways and means. We must find a new platform, a new ground of being in which discovery is suited to this time of profound bereftness and chronic deconstruction. It will not be easy. But there is no alternative to the Now and New.

Besides, the icons and archetypes have been drained of all vibrancy. A case in point: Years ago, I read that Walden Pond has the highest urine content of any such body of its kind in America. So much for pilgrimage divorced from irony or cynicism. And there is no reason or need to bathe in or drink Ganges water. We're on our own. Leave Mecca to the Muslims. Leave the Ganges to the Hindus or, better yet, the EPA. Let's launch an unsoiled expedition here on new soil and on new terms--even though a million tipping points toward destruction may have been reached.

WHAT MY OS TELLS ME
                  for the Breakfast Clubbers & Luncheoneers

1
There is nothing new.
There is nothing old.

Like a kite kept aloft
by deft maneuvering
on a calm, windless day,
things hang in a harness of air
with no visible means of support.

Like the perfumed air of evening
things hold us in a sway of subtlety,
fresh and fragrant
as sent
              to us
in fully factoring sentience.

2
"Pay attention" is the first and only commandment
when and where perception is the coin of the realm.
To worship is to pay the particular, the particle, its full due
like a dew that covers the field
in a shimmering shield of invitation.
Even if mist hovers and enshrouds
it bulges with mystery
and full disclosure.
"The Image-nation," poet Robin Blaser called it.

3
We have been stripped bare
to a mechanics and musculature
of discovery. No heroes die
for things to be seen as they are.
The grail comes in six packs, 
always enough to go around.
This mythos involves 
a red wheelbarrow 
and the dirt-road camino real
of its latest sighting.

4
The discretes, the isolates
are gloomy and incomplete 
if they participate 
in a context or landscape 
of ownership or possession.
Completeness, completion comes
once things seen and known contribute 
to a supremely communist coherence
of mass and morphology
that guards and guides us
to reverence and sustenance.
The Zen Masters told us over and over
that the mountains walk among men.

5
There is no name for god
other than the names of the Creation
to which god is surrendered--
his only remaining authority
a kind of painterly authorship.
If you must believe in a God
outside of time and space
see this world as his unsigned cave painting.

For me, God is snake skin shed,
slough of birth discarded
for the all-consuming tasks at hand:
vigilance and adventure.
The world is graced with an ability
to give cues and rejoinders. When the names are spoken
as if part of a procession of prayer or praise
they betoken a nameless unity.
There each thing that is part of it
acts as embodiment and portal.

6
The veils dis
appear only in revelation.
There is no coverup.
What you see on a clear day
is all there is to see.

7
The mystery is that we don't see
the obvious point of the mystery
its latest point of departure.
Each member of the flora and fauna
is cave entrance found
to depths of remembrance.
To the ancients
the "Om" was the thunder of hooves
on plains above the cathedral depths
of dream and recall.
Its seal was the blurred bison hieroglyphic
cave dwellers left on walls to honor
the power and the glory.

8
To what does the sun or moon
subpoena us? To merely look at things
in a way that does not add
to a burdensome sense of enclosure.
To look is to leave the body
with the full faith
that the secret to be revealed
is the thing itself
as cradled in beholding.
Be held by things. Be beholden to them.
Offer sight and hearing as obeisance 
as if you were bowing to an emperor,
as if you were summoned
to the same hearing as the gods.
The meadow of gold or green grass
or cover of thick snow
is a summons.
See how in both sun and moon shine
the Iand is kept brightly sequined
in a sequence called totality.

9
No man walks on the moon
with as deep a tread 
as the gaze of a man 
staring into the sky at midnight.

Cosmonaut sees nothing
you don't already know.
Cosmos naught
unless the moon which orbits the earth
receives the retinal gleam
that is first light
of morning.

10
Just as the sun is summoned by bird song,
the prayer is lamp
that has no existence
apart from the summoning light
it lives to give.
Gnosis is continuing outburst of invention
called Creation.

11
No matter what happens,
the distance we stare at
comes close enough to tell us
all is well
all is welcome.
I was born to listen.

Yours truly,

David Federman, 1/24/14

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Bury My Body at Deir Yassin

Read this interview with Israel-focused political scientist, author and activist Norman Finkelstein (who will be speaking next Wednesday in Philadelphia) if you dare. What he is saying, in a nutshell, is this: The Fix is in; a Kerry-brokered deal will be struck with both The Palestinian Authority and Hamas so grossly favorable to Israel that it leaves the former Palestine a modern-day Sudetenland. This sell-out, of course, will make guilty liberals happy and earn Kerry, Abbas and maybe Netanyahu a Nobel Prize. And that will be that. You can buy oranges from Haifa again; you can wear diamonds cut in Ramat Gan; shit, you can even munch on shitty Israeli chocolate--all without losing another night's sleep. Once again, history sucks! 



Monday, January 13, 2014

Mr. Sharon's Sudetenland

I had one crazy night and even crazier morning when I heard Vice President Joe Biden on NPR eulogize war criminal Ariel Sharon as a "complex man" in, I believe I heard him say, complex times. Just ask the dead of Qibya, the Palestinian village he exterminated in 1953, if they forgive his complexity. And let's not forget that 'complicated' uber-nationalist psychopath's role in the 1982 massacres at Lebanon's Sabra and Shatila refugee camps. Killing comes easy to fascists, even ones who wear mezuzahs. No wonder Sharon was in a coma for eight years! Both heaven and hell refused him. God knows where he ended up. It is probably in some "nether" world where men who forsook their souls must dwell. 

As I learn more about the history of the Jewish state, I feel more and more despair. Sharon is just one of the many Zionist thugs who have governed with Caligula-like brutality since May 1948. I finally read UN Resolution 181, passed 11/27/47, which partitioned Palestine. This Mandate gave the Jews who represented 35% of the population and owned only 6% of the land, 55% of Palestine. Yet as unfair as this was to the Palestinians, the Zionists were still unsatisfied. David Ben-Gurion complained that because 40% of the people in his future stretch of the former Palestine would be non-Jews, there would never be a "stable basis" for a Jewish state. This meant ethnic cleansing was a foregone eventuality from the earliest days of Israeli independence. So listening to Biden play lip service to the Jewish myth of the implacable Arab menace--which has always been, to my mind, a projection of fevered Zionist racism and paranoia--was sickening to me. Let's return to the real history of Israel.

When the Mandate provoked resistance, bloodshed ensued. Is it any wonder that President Truman came to have doubts about the partition. In case you didn't know, the State Department realized that the Partition Plan was an abject failure and briefly proposed revoking it in favor of a five-year trusteeship. Since this might have led to a one-state solution, you can imagine how well that went over with the Zionists! 

To prevent any second thoughts about the Partition, the Israelis escalated hostilities by implementing the infamous "Plan Dalet." This involved attacks on peaceful Palestinian villages to provoke so-called "retaliations." The plan, which started with the massacre of the village of Deir Yassin (Palestine's equivalent to Wounded-Knee) on April 9, 1948, involved stirring up the Palestinians to a "war" of self-defense, and making the issue a bogus one of threatened national security. True, the Jewish Agency condemned the massacre by the Irgun, but then immediately integrated them into the Army (Haganah). 

Meanwhile, Jewish conquest continued--using "shock and awe" tactics against major cities. Twelve days after Deir Yassin, Haifa was attacked from the air. A few days later, Israeli bombardment forced nearly 80,000 Palestinians to flee Jaffa. Yet despite blunt, naked aggression, the Israelis made it look like the Palestinians, who were understandably resisting confiscation of their land, seem like the aggressors! 

Zionists are fond of saying that the Arabs didn't treat the Palestinians any better than they. What they don't tell you is that the US made Arab stooge states like Jordan and Egypt the beneficiaries of land expropriation, giving Jordan the West Bank and Egypt the Sinai Peninsula--prize pieces of the Palestinian pie. Partition won and served, as it was meant to, as a prelude to total absorption of Palestine into what was called long before Israeli Independence "eretz-Israel" (Greater Israel). I have long feared that the Palestinians will be the Armenians of the 21st century.

In short: I recognize a Sudetenland when I see one. 

Zionist propagandists like to position themselves as a tiny besieged minority simply protecting its UN-decreed right to exist in a sea of angry Arabs. But the opposite is true. The Palestinians, who were never consulted about the Partition Plan, were a besieged majority who never stood a chance. Don't forget that the Arabs were still subject to the draconian anti-gun ownership laws imposed on them by the British in 1936 to stop the first Intifada. For example, these laws made ownership of a single revolver a crime punishable by a mandatory six-year prison term. So while the Zionists had been busy arming themselves to the teeth since the early 1940s, the Palestinians were virtually "toothless" when it came to protecting themselves and their lands.

Please pardon me if the only tears I shed for Ariel Sharon are those I need to provide me with enough moisture to spit on his grave. Sharon was a terrible man. And nothing can excuse his inhumanity against Arabs and his avid participation in the creation of today's Israeli Apartheid state. As a Jew, I am appalled and ashamed of what my people have done.

I know many of you reading this will think I am a rabid anti-Semite. That is not true. I support the right of Jews to have a state, but only if its existence doesn't come at the expense, if not total exclusion, of its former occupants. To me, Israel is an existential expediency born of World War II; it has yet to earn moral legitimacy in the eyes of its neighbors. I doubt it will ever do so. Reparations must be made and confiscated lands restored. Israel must cease, or be forced to end, its immoral occupation of what is rightfully Palestine's. 

To allow Israel another day as overseer of Palestine is one of the gravest injustices the world must endure. To me, it's like returning a fleeing boy to John Wayne Gacy's "custody" and "care." Biden's sycophancy at the Sharon memorial service leads me to conclude that America will remain a craven captive of Israel--and Palestinians have less of a future to look at than their almost totally erased past.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Worse Stigma I Can Imagine: A Review of "The Hunt"

Imagine receiving the following letter:

September 8, 1983. Dear Parent: This Department is conducting a criminal investigation involving child molestation (288 P.C.) Ray Buckey, an employee of Virginia McMartin's Pre-School, was arrested September 7, 1983 by this Department. The following procedure is obviously an unpleasant one, but to protect the rights of your children as well as the rights of the accused, this inquiry is necessary for a complete investigation. Records indicate that your child has been or is currently a student at the pre-school. We are asking your assistance in this continuing investigation. Please question your child to see if he or she has been a witness to any crime or if he or she has been a victim. Our investigation indicates that possible criminal acts include: oral sex, fondling of genitals, buttock or chest area, and sodomy, possibly committed under the pretense of "taking the child's temperature." Also photos may have been taken of children without their clothing. Any information from your child regarding having ever observed Ray Buckey to leave a classroom alone with a child during any nap period, or if they have ever observed Ray Buckey tie up a child, is important. Please complete the enclosed information form and return it to this Department in the enclosed stamped return envelope as soon as possible. We will contact you if circumstances dictate same. We ask you to please keep this investigation strictly confidential because of the nature of the charges and the highly emotional effect it could have on our community. Please do not discuss this investigation with anyone outside your immediate family. Do not contact or discuss the investigation with Raymond Buckey, any member of the accused defendant's family, or employees connected with the McMartin Pre-School.

The McMartin Pre-School Scandal of the early 1980s represents a high point of sexual hysteria in America. By 1984, there were hundreds of reported complaints of sex abuse against school employees--and likely there would have been hundreds more if some psychologists hadn't begun to question the highly suggestive interviewing techniques of the group hired by the state of California to investigate the school. Watching the recent Danish film, "The Hunt," about a kindergarten teacher falsely accused of sexual abuse, one must wonder if the wave of such hysteria has yet crested. How could it when fear of proven pedophilia is deservedly rampant? How do we cling to the sacred presumption of innocence for people charged with indecent acts? 


I have a close friend who was the victim of such accusations. And like so many others accused of insidious conduct with children, the charges, once made, became both unforgivable and permanent. In this instance, as in many others, there was a strong religious undertow. At the time, my friend and I were members of a Sufi community where
puritanical sexuality was the norm. Most marriages I knew were stranded in celibacy as people struggled against what was largely perceived as the congenital affliction of sexual desire. Original Sin in new disguise was warmly welcome in the community. Indeed, this "scrimmage with appetite" was seen as a prerequisite for spiritual progress. The three ills of mankind were listed as "gold, land and women." Given its widespread abhorrence of sex, the community became in time a tinder box for dysfunction--dry and combustible, just waiting for a spark of suspicion to set it ablaze.

Like the protagonist in the film, my friend was given to roughhousing with pre-school and elementary-grade children. However, when he disregarded warnings from squeamish parents about his obstinate playfulness, one particularly deranged grandparent went to the community constabulary and charged him with molestation--despite his and the children's denials. Soon the kids were caught in a crossfire of parental imaginings. Like the child in the film who is quickly convinced she has been abused despite her denials of it, the kids were coerced into a loss of trust in this person. When they tried to protest, they were told they were too young and innocent to see his true propensities and forbidden to associate with him. I remember going to a parent with whom my friend has been close to ask him to refrain from denunciation. He refused, boasting that he had already threatened physical violence if his former pal came near his children. The threat still stood. Ostracized by a community convinced of the worst possible guilt, my friend left Philadelphia. It has taken him more than a decade to repair the damage done to him. I wish I could use the word "heal," but I wonder if one ever full recovers from the trauma of being falsely accused of sex abuse. "The Hunt" suggests one is never allowed to heal. 

You need to see this movie. You need to see what it is like to be made an outcast in this manner. 




Friday, January 10, 2014

"The Act of Killing" Is No Act. It's Actuality.

In 1965, Indonesia was the scene of a military coup whose leaders quickly scapegoated the Communists for all the country's woes. Shortly after taking power, the generals hired a production company to make a preposterously grisly propaganda film to re-enact the blood-curdling barbarism of the enemies from whom they were "protecting" the people. This film was required viewing for all students k-through-12 and so convinced the country of a Communist menace that it fomented retaliatory atrocities against dissidents that were far worse than any attributed to them. Retribution became a form of patriotism so pervasive that at least one, and perhaps as many as 2.5, million people were murdered in the year after the takeover--nearly all of them by paramilitary groups and youth-gangs. 

One adolescent gang leader, Anwar Congo, who saw and believed the propaganda film became a willing, almost gleeful executioner--responsible, by his own admission, for as many as a 1,000 deaths. Already launched as a local teenaged crime boss when he began abducting suspects off the streets and out of homes, Congo and his henchmen operated in the back office of a local rightwing newspaper with the full blessing of the local government. What's more, and as bad, Congo personally devised and conducted most executions using wire to strangle victims, then wrapping their bodies in bags and dumping them in a nearby river. After a day of killing, this seasoned assassin smoked marijuana, got drunk and went dancing to forget his bloody, burdensome civic duties. His righthand man, Herman Koto, who looked then and now like a sumo wrestler, was always with him. When the twosome were not rounding up "suspects," they were extorting money from local shopkeepers. Their favorite targets were Chinese merchants who knew that if they didn't pay the bribes regularly demanded of them that they were eligible for accusations of Communist affiliation and speedy star-chamber interrogation, torture and execution.

Nobody knows how many Anwar Cargos operated with impunity in Indonesia during the Great Genocide of 1965/6. American filmmaker Joshua Oppenheimer interviewed 40 such gang leaders before meeting Anwar around 2005 and selecting him to "star" in his film. Oppenheimer was in Sumatra trying to convince executioners to re-enact their crimes for a documentary of remembrance. Congo was the first killer he met who bothered to bring his modus operandi with him in order to demonstrate firsthand his primary murder method. Convincing himself that it was morally necessary to commit his original war crimes, as well as participate in gigantic genocidal snuff film about them 40 years later, Congo recruited government officials and locals to appear in Oppenheimer's movie, finally released in 2013, and called "The Act of Killing." The title is both literally and figuratively true since the movie shows execution in graphic detail and hovers close, by enthusiastic verisimilitude, to 

Act-
tuality.

The premise of the movie forces cinema into a new dimension and gives it a moral magnitude it rarely has had until now. "Remembrance" movies like Max Ophuls' "The Sorrow and the Pity," and, more recently, Arnon Goldfinger's "The Flat," raise disturbing questions about complicity, but Joshua Oppenheimer makes retrospection about evil a form of captivity for all, including viewers, who participate in it. Anwar Congo is not just talking about his past, and occasionally squirming with discomfort as he does so, he gradually becomes as helpless and uncontrollable in the wake of recall as a man in the advanced, irreversible stages of an hallucinogen. And as the drug trip charts its own course, the viewer becomes a hostage to a magma of repressed memories that trap all in their path. 

"The Act of Killing" is the most harrowing and inescapable art-experience I have ever had. Watching grown men dredge their psyches for detailed memories of anonymous victims takes them into terrifying, uncharted territory of sadism and psychosis. Indeed, the last third of the movie is what its maker calls a "fever dream," as ghosts of the slain abduct Anwar into replay, not just recall, from which he has even less escape and mercy than those he murdered. By the end, Anwar succumbs to literal psychic and physiological breakdown. There is a long moment of crippling acid reflux at the very end of the movie where the killer is convulsed into dry heaves by un-expellable guilt. He can not cough up the past or swallow it. He is literally choking on his crimes. I felt like I was watching the paroxysms of the damned. Hell is to fall into the permanent freeze frame and screen-lock of non-assuagable remorse. Only exhaustion, drunkenness or death can end this torment. The last scene of the movie is one of the most unforgettably phantasmagoric I have ever seen--a dance number personally choreographed by the devil.

I checked IMDB for "The Act of Killing" box office figures this morning and found that as of this week the movie has grossed less than half of its $1 million cost to make. Hopefully, DVD sales will help here. I know that this movie is a cornerstone of any modern cinema collection. Indonesia is just one of the many genocidal sagas of my life time. Palestine, Syria, Libya, Egypt, South Sudan are simply latter-day recurrences of the chronic, institutionalized inhumanity which has left me with less hope than Shakespeare's Timon of Athens and Coriolanus. I end with a poem by Jack Spicer, written in 1955, that sums up the desolation this movie left me with:

THE DAY FIVE THOUSAND FISH DIED ALONG THE CHARLES RIVER

And when the fish come in to die
They slap their heads against the rocks until they float
Downstream on one dead eye. From rocks
The Irish boys yell and throw rocks at them and
           beat them with their sticks.
Gulls wheel in the fine sky. Tall as an ogre
God walks among the rocks. His angels cry,
"Yell and throw rocks at them and beat them
            with sticks!"
But watch those upturned eyes
That gleam like God's own candle in the sun. Nothing
Deserves to live.

Jack Spicer, My Vocabulary Did This To Me, Wesleyan Press, 2008, p. 56




Wednesday, January 8, 2014

There Used To Be A Palestine Over There

Remember the Frank Sinatra song, "There Used to be a Ball Park Right Here." Well, change the words to "There Used to be an Arab Village Right There," multiply it by at a few hundred, and you have a squatters'-rights history of Israel you might not want to read. But, ah, what the hell. Those people are never coming back. Shit, they can't even find most of the photographs all those Haganah spies took from the air and the boy scouts took on the ground of the villages of the "enemy" in preparation for annexation. But now the true story is getting told. Below is a brief encapsulation sent me by a friend, a Christian, who visited the West Bank in November--just in time to see settlers from the Israeli side of the GREAT WALL set fire to a local Arab olive grove. Since returning from OCCUPIED PALESTINE, he has steeped himself in the history of Israel's Independence. The article below is one of the first fruits of his research.

I knew that the founders of Israel had every intention of annexing as much of Palestine as possible, but I never knew just how they planned to do so. This article explains how--and further inflames my shame at being thought of as Jewish. I guess such statements qualify me for accusations by rabid yokels of being both "a self-hating Jew" and "anti-Semite." In truth, I'm just an anti-Zionist. And I refuse to think that aligning Zionism with fascism allows for a diagnosis of me as a Jew-hater or even a hater of myself. For me, modern Zionism is a Jewish offshoot of the fanatically nationalist fascism sweeping Europe in the early 1920s. Indeed, Vladimir Zabotinsky, the chief architect of Eretz-Israel's land-grab-through-illegal-settlements policy, worshipped Benito Mussolini so much he was photographed proudly wearing a black-shirt uniform to honor his hero. If you don't believe me, do the research. 

My profoundly anti-fascist parents lived in total and, I suspect, willful ignorance of Israel's true history. It was always a profound shock to me when after agreeing on the evils of American imperialism with regard to Southeast Asia, my father and I would almost come to blows over the same imperialism at work in the Middle East. As I've come to know more about Israel, I think of all the deluded dollars my propagandized parents gave for tree-plantings in Israel never knowing they were helping to cover up the evidence of a huge land grab. Neither my father or mother ever got to Zion, but I did--four times. The last time Netanyahu was elected for the first time in a close vote that was swung, ironically, by the decision of several thousand Israeli Arab citizens to boycott the election--as stupid as my vote for Dick Gregory.

My vivid memory of that senseless protest convinced me to vote for far-lesser-of-two-evils Obama a second time against the Mormon Conspiracy. (I am not joking. Anyone who is following the Utah same-sex marriage ban knows Mormonism is a conspiracy against a truly pluralistic democracy. If the Scalia Court upholds the ban, I am calling for an immediate reconvening of HUAC to hold hearings on Mormon plots against the Constitution. I want them to call all the elders of the church to testify. I want freedom from religion to replace the freedom of religion to deny human rights.)

Ah, but let me return to my pilgrimages to the un-Holy Land. I still remember drinking coffee on the sidewalks of Tel Aviv and two trips to Jerusalem culminating in visits to the Wailing Wall. The second time there, I asked in an obnoxious stage whisper after watching dozens of Jews cry, moan and even bang their heads agains the stones, "Don't these people ever get enough? What does it take to make them happy?" I was hushed by an indignant Orthodox Jew. Oh, how I wanted to pick a fight with him! And, forgive me, how much I still do, as I watch the modern-day Armenians (i.e., Palestinians) be readied for a post-Ottoman post-Turkish blood bath. You might read the following and listen to Frank Sinatra sing about a long-gone baseball stadium. At least, the Dodgers and the Giants got replacement fields. All the Palestinians get is a raw deal!

Israel's War Against Palestine: Documenting the Military Occupation of Palestinian and Arab Lands


Rona Sela: It took a village

21 MAY 2011
In retrospect, the [Nakba] village files… sometimes constituted the last testimonies of the Arab villages, just before they were emptied of their inhabitants. They are the last remaining vestiges of the villages before they were destroyed or settled by Jewish immigrants who streamed into the country in its first years; villages which were erased from the Israeli map because of their Arab identity.
IOA Editor: Newly revealed documents on the Nakba, directly from the files of its perpetrators. This Israel-centric exposure of Israeli war crimes might, over time, one day help change Israelis’ view of history, or so one hopes.

In the 1940s, the Haganah collected detailed intelligence information about hundreds of Arab villages and photographed them, in many cases from the ground and also from the air. Only a few dozen of these ‘village files’ survive in local archives, but their photos constitute a valuable, missing chapter in Palestinian history.
This story begins as a clandestine affair of espionage marked by daring, adventurism, improvisation and imagination as embedded in the official Israeli narrative. In the 1940s, squads of young scouts from the Haganah, the pre-state army and forerunner of the Israel Defense Forces, collected information about the Arab towns and villages in Palestine for intelligence purposes: in preparation for a future conflict and as part of a more general project of creating files of target sites.
The information was usually collected under the guise of a nature lesson aimed at getting to know the country, or for hikes that were common in that period. The scouts systematically built up a database of geographical, topographical and planning information about the villages, which included detailed descriptions of roads, neighborhoods, houses, public buildings, objects, wells, caves, wadis and so forth.
Overall, this intelligence effort was known as the “village files” project, referring to the fact that most of the sites about which information was collected were the Arab villages that existed in Palestine before 1948. The scouts’ work included perspective sketches, maps, drawings and photographs of each village and its surroundings. The maps used by the scouts were collected in a secret base on Mapu Street in Tel Aviv, located in a cellar that was given the cover name of the “office of the engineer Meir Rabinowitz” and code-named “the roof.”
Detailed information about the villages was meticulously catalogued and organized in files by the planning bureau of the Haganah general staff and held in the organization’s territorial commands around the country. Greater boldness and courage were required when the Haganah commanders decided to photograph the villages from the air in order to broaden the information that existed in the files. Sophisticated ruses were used to deceive the British authorities, who forbade such activity. The villages were photographed under the guise of the activities of a flying club or romantic aerial excursions; the camera and negatives were hidden in and around the plane. Innovative means were developed to collect information secretly. Women played a significant role in this process, and one of them became, as far as is known, the first female aerial photographer of the Yishuv, or Jewish community of Palestine.
Personnel from Shai, the Haganah’s information service, and afterward Arab informers as well, collected detailed and extensive information – historical, social, economic, demographic, educational, agricultural, military, architectural, planning and more – about the villages from the beginning of the 1940s. Based on this information, textual surveys of the Arab settlements were compiled. Over the years, many such surveys were conducted, covering the country thoroughly.
Yet the products of this historical national project also bear the potential to create an alternative narrative today. They can challenge official history – based on original, official materials. Doing this also requires resilience and boldness, but of a very different kind than what was needed back then.
The official version
Most of those involved in the village files story are no longer alive. I interviewed some of them a few years ago as part of the research for a book dealing with the origins of military photography in Israel and the methods used by the pre-state Jewish forces and by their successors in Israel’s army to collect information about the Palestinians. In addition, the majority of those who took part in the project left detailed testimonies in books and archives. However, due to space limitations only a few of the names will be mentioned here.
According to Yitzhak Shefar (who later changed his name to Eran ), who was the chief instructor of the Haganah field corps in Tel Aviv and a graduate of a scouts officers course, the idea of creating village files was conceived by a number of people simultaneously, both in the general staff and at the field operations level.
In 1942, Shmuel Zalman Zelikson (Ziama Dibon ) of the planning bureau of the Haganah general staff, who had previously commanded the field corps in the Jerusalem area, came up with the idea of preparing files about the Arab villages with which a military clash was deemed likely. Concurrently, Zerubavel Vermel (Arbel ), from Kibbutz Maoz Haim, used scout squads from the field corps to collect information about villages in the areas of Mount Gilboa, the Jordan River and the Arab town of Beisan (Beit She’an ), and started to organize the material in files.
Vermel said in testimony he gave later, “I told myself that if we find ourselves in a war, we will have to conquer these villages … But did we know anything about them? Nothing, it turned out.” The files were shown to Yigael Sukenik (Yadin ), a senior member of the planning bureau (and later IDF chief of staff ). He organized a meeting between Zelikson and Vermel, whose cooperation laid the foundation for ramified and orderly intelligence work.
After a model was devised for the structure of the files, the Haganah conducted a course for scouts, held at Shfeya youth village near Haifa. Maj. Gen. (res. ) Moshe Gornitzky (Goren ), a graduate of the first Haganah course for intelligence officers (and later chief scouts officer in the general staff ), described how the participants sat on a hillside above Fureidis, one of four villages chosen as examples in the course, and sketched the landscape.
Village of Isdud (aShdod) from a mosque, 1940s
The Village of Isdud (today the city Ashdod) from a mosque, 1940s(Archives of the History of the Haganah)
Intended for operational purposes, the village files consisted mostly of topographical, geographical, planning and physical elements – information about the locale’s main structures, access roads, water sources and so on. In 1945, the scouts started to photograph the villages, as photographs were considered an “objective” source of reliable, accurate information. Shefar, an amateur photographer, and Yisrael Spector, a Haganah member and a photographer, urged the use of photos to enhance the files. According to Shefar, in a book he published in 1994, because the reconnaissance missions were undertaken under cover of excursions, either while scouts were passing through the village or its outskirts, taking pictures would be considered “natural.”
Sukenik, at the time the Haganah planning officer in the Tel Aviv district, was persuaded. A number of cameras were purchased. Henceforth, the village files would be based mainly on photography. The scouts generally avoided including themselves in the photographs, and their work was of a clandestine character.
“In some cases, the scouts ‘were lent’ a few female ‘hikers’ to embellish the cover story,” related Shefar. According to the manual prepared for the photographer-scouts, “If you are unable to hide the act of photography, ‘cover’ it by taking pictures of your friends or of the local people. In the former case, ensure that your friends do not appear [in focus] in the photo, not even from the back … If, nevertheless, people do appear in the picture (as a result of carelessness ), blur them on the negative.”
Pinhas Aptekmann (Yoeli ), the head of the maps division, who took part in planning the scouts course (and was later president of the Israel Society of Cartography), said in testimony that he gave to staff at the Archives of the History of the Haganah about the village files project, in 1973: “The kuntz [trick] was to pose the scouts so that the ‘show’ would be perfect, but they would not appear in the photo, for fear that if the file was seized the scouts would be identified. There was no choice but to delete them from the photographs.”
At the end of 1945, Gornitzky and Shefar initiated the effort to photograph the Arab villages and sites of operational importance from the air, in order to collect “contingency information under convenient conditions for a time of battle.” Gornitzky recalled that Sukenik, who was by then head of planning in the general staff, was invited for a test flight, along with Ari Glass, from Kibbutz Yagur, who had been an aerial photographer in the German Army in World War I, and Emanuel Zuckerberg (Zur ), a pilot in the Jewish Agency’s Aviron company. The results proved satisfactory, and systematic, organized flights began.
To photograph the target sites without arousing suspicion, the pilots pretended to be members of the Aviron flying club. At first the flights assumed a romantic cast. A couple would come to the airfield, said Shefar, “wearing Shabbat clothes, as befit such occasions. The woman always carried a large enough handbag to hold the camera and the films. Later, another cover was added: an asthmatic child, who had been instructed by the doctor to fly high in the air!”
The “asthmatic” was Nimrod, the son of Galila Plotkin; he now lives in the United States. Plotkin herself, who is 93, is the daughter of Baruch Katinka, a weapons instructor in the Haganah, who also engaged in arms purchases and was the engineer who built the YMCA building in West Jerusalem. Plotkin attended a commanders course at the age of 15, trained guards and commanded outposts. She can also be considered the first female aerial photographer in the Yishuv, the pre-state Jewish community.
“At first I accompanied them as a cover, and afterward I started to photograph myself,” she said in her testimony. “It was Gershon, my husband, who originated this. We used to take our son, who was a year and a half old … That was excellent camouflage. I hid the camera in our son’s bag, between his diapers and the rest of the equipment, and fortunately he would nod off as soon as we took off and sleep soundly.”
Plotkin was not worried about the danger of the photographic missions. “We did the calculation for the altitude for taking the photographs in the office, and when the pilot announced that we were at the right altitude, I would stick my head out the window and take pictures. But it was absolute torture, because my hair got tangled up by the wind. Absurd as it may sound, it was really horrible, until I got hold of pilot’s headgear.”
The flying club
By this time, a flight squadron of the Palmach, the Haganah’s elite strike force, was already fully formed and organized. It was decided to entrust the squadron with the mission of taking the aerial photographs. Since the pilots were already registered as members of the flying club, it was only natural for them to want to chalk up flying time. In the Palmach they were known as the “airborne department,” but for external consumption they were presented as “the flying club of the Aviron company.” At first they used large bellows cameras, but switched to small Leica because of the need to reload frequently.
To train pilots for photographic missions, Shefar established the School for Aerial Photographers from the Underground. The “school” was located in the one-room apartment that he shared with his wife, Hassia.
“In the middle of the room,” he recalls, “there was a table that was covered by a blanket. On the blanket there was a chair. There were two training props: the camera and … a box of matches attached to a string. On the floor, perpendicular to the side of the table, a chalk line was drawn. The apprentice sat on the chair. I pulled the matchbox and the apprentice had to press the button the moment the matchbox crossed the line … After accomplishing this feat several times in succession, he was awarded the title of ‘authorized aerial photographer.’ Up to this point things were more or less logical. What was less logical was [the fact] that the pilots actually brought back good, even excellent photographs.”
Aerial surveillance: Palmach pilots
Aerial surveillance: Palmach pilots(Archives of the History of the Haganah)
The pilots hid the films in the Aviron hangar in Ramle, and on their body in order to remove them from the hangar. To avoid having to take the camera in and out, they hid it in a cache in Ramle. When the British intensified their investigation of what they saw as suspicious Haganah operations, the pilots flew over a designated spot near the Palmach’s tent camp at Kibbutz Na’an and dropped the film from the plane before going on to land in Ramle. The films were hidden in a small pocket in bags sewn in Na’an, which were filled with sand and marked with a colored tail to make it easier to find them.
Shefar: “That was actually the conventional mode of air-surface communication in the British Army before the development of the wireless. Flying over Na’an on the way to landing in Ramle did not create suspicion. We landed with an empty camera, which we then hid in the cache. We also had a cache in the plane itself, if there was concern that for some reason we would not be able to get the camera into the hangar immediately upon landing … We gave the impression of being a seemingly innocent flying club, but they [the British] didn’t really buy the story. They collected information about us, but they never found a concrete reason to put us on trial or at least to terminate our activity. This situation was our daily lot, but when all is said and done they never found a film or a camera. We were clean.
“There was constant surveillance,” he continued, “with searches and interrogations, and for our part we upgraded the caches, the deceptions and the cover stories. For example, a ‘special navigation training flight’ or a ‘special teaching flight’ – things that were meant to explain all kinds of strange loops and excursions in the air, which we did in order to take pictures. Occasionally we also flew over Jewish settlements in order to mislead the British. We did not always drop the films from the plane over Na’an.
“Sometimes, for various reasons, we hid them in the cache on the plane and dropped them on the next flight, or we had a few pilots stay until late evening, supposedly for the maintenance of the planes, because after the special detectives went for beer and rest it was easier to remove things. Sometimes the fellow with the film left the base on an Arab bus, which was less suspect. He would take the film to Jaffa, then to Tel Aviv, then to Rehovot and make his way from there to Na’an on foot! All these evasive maneuvers to cover our tracks were logical.”
Lost information
Al Kubeb,1947: Haganah scouts
Al Kubeb,1947: Haganah scouts(Archives of the History of the Haganah)
Many of the village files have been lost; only a few dozen remain in the various archives. However, a large number of aerial photographs exist, along with many textual surveys of the Arab settlements. An example is a report from September 1943 about the village of Rantiya (in the Jaffa sub-district ), which would be conquered five years later by the IDF in Operation Dani, when its residents were uprooted; three Jewish communities – Mazor, Nofekh and Rinnatya – were established on its land.
According to the survey, Rantiya was founded 600 years ago and lay about 1.5 kilometers east of the Lod-Petah Tikva road and the same distance west of the railway line. The village had one well from which local women carried water to the houses; its pump was built by the British government, which managed the well. There were three types of structures in the village: of cement and reinforced concrete, of wood and tiles, and of bricks and mortar (the minority ). The village was surrounded by vineyards. A wadi running nearby from east to west reached the village of Al-Yahudiya (where the Israeli town of Yahud was afterward built, though originally David Ben-Gurion wanted to raze the village ). Rantiya had an area of 4,500 dunams (1,125 acres ), of which 550 dunams were planted with citrus trees and 100 dunams with grape vines and olive trees. Various types of grains were grown on the rest of the land. “The harvest is generally very good,” according to the information in the file. Of the 650 residents, some 140 were property owners, but none were effendis. There were two clans, which maintained “satisfactory” relations. The village had only one simple store and did not have a cafe. There was also one mosque, “in good condition and very clean,” and a school in which one teacher taught between 40 and 50 children. There were 150 laborers in Rantiya, but no clerks working in the service of the British administration. During the period of the Arab Revolt, 1936-1939, some of the farm work stopped, and one person was killed on the Ras al-Ein road. The British authorities detonated a few buildings.
Useful intelligence
Shimri Salomon, the person in charge of the Haganah archives in Tel Aviv, researched the project of the surveys of the Arab villages and is completing a comprehensive study of the village files.
What was the origin of the village files?
Salomon: “The first initiative was that of Zelikson and Vermel, who understood that the Haganah did not have a database of intelligence information that could be used to plan operations against Arab targets. They certainly did not see the War of Independence looming on the horizon, but did anticipate the possible outbreak of a new wave of ‘troubles’ [i.e., another Arab revolt] probably more severe than the last one, and thought that the Haganah should deploy for this organizationally and from the intelligence aspect. Shai [the information service] had been operating since 1940, but its personnel were not trained to collect field intelligence and did not engage in that. Zelikson and Vermel concentrated their efforts precisely in that direction; from 1943, the village files project became a central element in the effort to collect operational intelligence. It functioned alongside Shai and supplied what Shai neither tried to supply nor was capable of supplying.”
Why the focus on the villages?
“During the Arab Revolt the villages served as bases of departure and places of sanctuary for the gangs – the armed groups that acted against the Mandate authorities and against the Yishuv. The villagers also supplied the gangs with money and food, and many members of the gangs were recruited from the villages. Collecting information about the access roads to the village, the places of hiding in its vicinity, its sources of water, its physical structure and the location of observation points in our direction, and the concentration of this information and of other relevant information in a special file was considered a vital and effective means in case the need should arise to act against the village or against a gang that relied on it.”
What is the difference between the surveys of the Arab settlements and the village files?
“The surveys include general and verbal information about the villages. For example, number of inhabitants, the land and its use, the clans, the village mukhtar and also about security issues: how many weapons the residents possessed and of what type, whether the village assisted the gangs during the Troubles and which of the villagers joined the gangs. In the first years of the surveys project, historical information about each village was also compiled: when it was founded, whether it was located on an ancient site and contained antiquities, where the inhabitants came from.
“A great deal could be learned about the village and its inhabitants from this information, but it could not be used to plan military operations, so the need arose to collect operational intelligence. That was the purpose of the village files. It should be noted that in addition to the village files, files were also compiled of Arab neighborhoods in mixed cities, of police stations and of the British military bases in the country. The work of compiling the files on the police stations and the bases was intensified during the period of the armed struggle against the British, from the end of 1945 onward, and some of those files were used to plan operations.”
Were the village files used in the conquest of the villages in the war of 1948?
“Testimonies exist, particularly of commanders and soldiers who were involved in the village files project before the War of Independence, stating that in general the files were used and proved useful in the war – for example, in the fighting in the villages around Jerusalem – but I found only a few references to the use of specific files in the war. In my estimation, if files were used, it was mainly in the first half of the war, in what is now usually referred to as the inter-communal war or the civil war – that is, before the invasion of the Arab armies.”
What use was made of the files in the war?
“In my estimation, the files were used primarily to plan limited operations against villages, whether for deterrence or for punitive purposes. In certain cases files might have been used to plan the conquest of a village. At the same time, advance surveillance was usually conducted before such operations, in which updated and specific intelligence was collected. After the invasion, when the fighting was against regular armies, the situation changed. The deployment and the activity on the ground were influenced by the change in the character and in the mode of operation of the major enemy the IDF now confronted. There were also other changes which reduced the relevance of the village files. In the second half of 1948, the ability of the IDF’s mapping and photographic service to supply the forces with real-time aerial photographs improved apace, and in some cases it was also possible to carry out flights manned by scouts who provided information to the combat units.”
What happened to the village files?
“Some of them were apparently destroyed in connection with ‘Black Shabbat’ [in June 1946, when the British arrested many of the Yishuv's leaders], for fear they would fall into the hands of the British, or they were hidden and not found afterward. Some of them were lost in the storm of the War of Independence. But there is no doubt that quite a few files survived the war. What became of them? I imagine that most of them were cleared out by intelligence officers.”
Hilik Libal, who served as an intelligence soldier in IDF Central Command beginning at the end of 1950, told me what happened to the files of the Haganah from the villages that came under his responsibility. This information enables us to conjecture what befell other files, which were stored in the Northern and Southern Commands.
“After the establishment of the state, we continued to draw up files in enemy territory,” Libal, now 80, said. “I was a field scout, an air scout and an analyst of aerial photographs in Central Command. We operated mainly in the West Bank. You have to remember that the austerity regime was in effect during the period of my service, and there was a shortage of everything, including cardboard cartons that were used to prepare intelligence files. So I took old cartons that the Haganah had used for the village files before the state’s establishment and used them for the new intelligence files. As for the rest of the material that was in the old village files – maps, photographs, sketches and so forth – I burned it.
“For the most part, the files that were burned documented the Arab villages in the Jerusalem Corridor. We also destroyed the negatives of the aerial photographs. We sold the silver iodide they contained to raise money for the unit. Today I regret this. I don’t remember if I acted on my own or at the order of my commander. But already at an early stage I realized what a mistake I had made. Therefore, after my discharge from the army I returned to intelligence as a civilian employed by the IDF. At first I served in the computer unit and afterward as a department head in the research division. Until my retirement, I worked hard to document and preserve history for future generations.”
Alternative history
In retrospect, the village files (charts, sketches, drawings, maps and ground photographs ), the textual surveys and the aerial photographs sometimes constituted the last testimonies of the Arab villages, just before they were emptied of their inhabitants. They are the last remaining vestiges of the villages before they were destroyed or settled by Jewish immigrants who streamed into the country in its first years; villages which were erased from the Israeli map because of their Arab identity. Concurrently, much Palestinian visual and textual history was lost or fell victim to wars and to the national conflict, leaving behind few remains.
In 1992, the Palestinian historian Walid Khalidi published (in English ) the book “All That Remains: The Palestinian Villages Occupied and Depopulated by Israel in 1948.” The product of years of research, the book is a compendium of geographical, demographic, architectural, historical, agricultural and other information about more than 400 Palestinian villages that were destroyed, or in which Israel settled Jewish migrants after 1948, and about the Arab inhabitants who were uprooted from their land and for the most part became refugees. Khalidi’s pioneering work made it possible to restore to the public sphere and to public consciousness important information about these settlements.
Paradoxically, the information that was intended to assist the Jewish organizations in their struggle against the Arabs now makes it possible to describe extensive sections of the Arab entity that existed in Palestine before 1948. This information can assist in many areas of research – architectural, agricultural, geographical, social, demographic, historical and others – and can fill in blanks in the missing worldview. Thus, for example, if Khalidi’s book contains information about 400 villages, the surveys provide information about 750 settlements (not only those that were destroyed or were populated by Jewish immigrants ). In addition, the village files and the aerial photographs offer real-time visual information, which Khalidi’s book does not contain.
The existence of this significant and comprehensive information in Israeli archives has been made known in a few publications, though little research use has been made of it. Much of the material was collected for Israeli military use, is tendentious in character, marked by Zionist national terminology, and reflects the relations between the forces at the time. Nevertheless, recovering the material will make it possible to become acquainted with various aspects of life in the villages, and to restore to the collective lexicon – Israeli and Arab alike – the sights and sites of this land before 1948.
Already in 1973, in the testimony Pinhas Aptekmann gave about the village files project, he said, “These photographs … are the only remnant left of the villages, as the villages themselves no longer exist.”
A contemporary reading of the Israeli archives which includes intelligence material about the pre-1948 Arab community in Palestine, based on a critical approach which neutralizes their tendentiousness, enables us to make sober and conscious use of them. Such a reading does not seek to erase the primary aim and purpose of the village files and the surveys, or to obscure the calamity that befell the Arab towns and villages and their inhabitants. At the same time, it has the power of restoring to the public sphere significant and important information which was lost, but actually exists in the archives, and of completing the missing chapters in Palestinian history.
A national conflict sometimes engenders deceptive, illusory situations and overturns meanings, and the history of one becomes the history of the other. This “new” history puts to the test the inner fortitude, resilience and strength of Israeli society, which is called upon to cope with its past. Is there a body that will be willing to finance the publication of a comprehensive lexicon of the villages, based on this material? Will Israeli society manifest here, too, the same daring that glorifies the pages of the official history?
Dr. Rona Sela is a curator and researcher specializing in the visual aspect of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.
The first undercover photographer
As far as is known, Israel Netach ‏(Ben-Yitach‏), who was born in Acre in 1918 and died in Ramat Gan in 2008, was the first Jewish undercover photographer, meaning that he posed as an Arab in order to infiltrate the Arab community. When he was 2 years old, economic problems prompted his family to move to Damascus. At the age of 13, he joined his cousin, Shlomo Ben-Yitach, in helping to smuggle Syrian Jews from Damascus to Palestine on behalf of the Jewish Agency. He joined the Haganah in 1935, and in 1947, posing as an Arab himself, with an Arab friend, Netach joined “the Arab gangs that roamed the country. We collected information and details about their types of weapons and about their plans.”
Abd al-Kadr al-Husseini - Kastel fighters
Fighters of Abd al-Kader al-Husseini departing for the battle for Kastel, April 1948(Photo: Israel Netach, Palmach Archive)
An amateur photographer, Netach bought a Kodak and posed as an Arab press photographer, operating for the Haganah’s information service and using false press cards of the newspapers Filastin and Al-Yum. With his Arab friend he was able to infiltrate “various gangs and for five months document their activity in Hebron, Gush Etzion [a Jewish bloc of settlements north of Hebron] and around Jerusalem. The Haganah used the photographs to acquaint themselves with the events, with the weapons possessed by the enemy and with his methods of operation. At the same time, we distributed the photographs to the Arab press and gave them out as souvenirs to the members of the gangs. The exposure and the publication [of the photos] in the press helped establish our status within the gangs.”
According to Netach, “I took the last photograph of [Palestinian military commander] Abd al-Kader al-Husseini, of the battle for the Kastel, of [Palestinian military commander] Hassan Salameh and others.”