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April 1st, 2016 
Awake Goy The blood stain where Ramzi Aziz al-Qasrawi was shot dead remains on the ground. The spot where Abed al-Fattah Yusri al-Sharif was executed is no longer visible.
“We washed it off,” a young soldier standing at the checkpoint a few meters away tells me.
But the moment he killed him is etched into the memory of fifty-five year old Bisam Abu Aisha who witnessed the killing with his wife from their home. When his wife went to take their son into the house from the checkpoint, they heard shooting. “We looked out the window and saw two soldiers hugging each other,” he said.
“He hadn’t died yet. He cocked the gun and shot,” motioning like the soldier who executed al-Sharif.
Two of the the soldiers at the checkpoint were in full combat uniform, while a third was sitting on a concrete block in a form-fitting outfit. She was from the IDF spokesperson unit, apparently stationed to control the narrative and prevent journalists from speaking to combat soldiers. When I first approached the checkpoint, the heavily-armed Bedouin soldier who demanded identification deferred to her when I asked him if he spoke English.
She was more than willing to speak on subjects other soldiers typically would not. They usually say they are barred from doing so.
She told me Hadeel al-Hashlamoun and the other young women who had been killed at checkpoints did it because their boyfriends had broken up with them.
“I saw it on her Facebook page,” she assures me, then telling me about another girl who attempted to stab a soldier after her boyfriend dumped her by text message. “Most of them are like this.”
Incensed by her comments, my colleague and Hebron local Sohaib Zahda had joined the conversation. “I was born here and have lived here my whole life. People are carrying out stabbings. Why? Ask yourself why!” he says rhetorically.
She interrupts him, “Because of the radio stations. From 2003 or 2002, we’re in different times. Fifteen years have almost passed, you can not compare then to now.”
“Life is impossible here! You know life is impossible here,” he says to her, becoming exasperated.
“Life isn’t easy,” she says.
Soldiers sit at the checkpoint where two Palestinian men were killed after an alleged stabbing. (Photo: Dan Cohen)
Tel Rumeida, one of Hebron’s neighborhoods being most aggressively colonized, was declared a closed military zone on November 1. Just below is the infamous Shuhada Street, the once-bustling thoroughfare of Hebron’s old city, now a ghost town after the army it shut down and sealed the shops following the 1994 massacre in the Ibrahimi mosque by American-Israeli settler Baruch Goldstein.
Back at the scene of the execution, Youth Against Settlements activist Issa Amro was showing another team of journalists where the execution took place.
An American settler and Chabadnik named Mordechai walks by and confers with the soldiers. As he begins to walk away, I ask him if he speaks English.
“Yes,” he replies in an American accent.
“Where are you from?” I ask him.
“Here.”
“Are you American?”
“I was born there,” he tells me. “I came home!”
Mordechai is from the Crown Heights neighborhood of Brooklyn, where the Chabad Lubavitch movement is based. He is one of a few hundred settlers living in Hebron’s old city guarded by thousands of soldiers.
I ask him what the thinks about the killing. He tells me about terror attacks. “I can understand why the soldier did it,” he adds.
Minutes later, a settler driving a bus full of children stops. The driver opens the door and shouts at Issa Amro. “I saw it,” the settler laughs as kids stare out the windows. “His head went like this!” he says putting his hands behind his head and making an exploding motion.
Minutes later, children who were in the bus walk by. I estimate them to be eight years old.
“My father will kill you,” one of them shouts across the street at Amro.
Aziz al-Qasrawi and family members sit in the mechanic garage they own. (Photo: Dan Cohen)
Just several hundred meters away, al-Qasrawi’s father and uncles gathered in a family-owned mechanic garage.
Aziz al-Qasrawi’s grief over his son’s death made his distraught and skeptical of journalists.
“When was the website you work for founded,” he asked me.
“2006.”
“That was ten years ago. I haven’t seen any change since then,” he replies.
He’s right. It’s an internal struggle I go through from time to time.
“I would never say that my work will change anything or bring justice,” I tell him. “But I think that in order to make change, the first thing is that people have to know what is happening. So that’s my job.”
“How long will that take to achieve” he asks.
“Such a violent reality can’t last forever,” I tell him.
The grieving father remains skeptical, but indulges me.
“Ramzi liked to play with children and would take them to buy chocolates” al-Qasrawi said. “He was ambitious and loved to joke. He was engaged and worked a lot for his dream to get married.”
“He was a good man,” his fiancée’s father interjected. “He was well-educated and treated me with respect.”
Al-Sharif employed al-Qasrawi in his carpentry business. Neither were politicized or belonged to any political factions, according to Aziz al-Qasrawi.
The father doesn’t believe that the two friends and colleagues carried out an attack.
“They planned to go to Eizariya [Palestinian neighborhood in occupied East Jerusalem] that day,” he said.
“I was working and someone told me there were two guys killed in Tel Rumeida. “My brother called me and told me that my wife saw the pictures on Facebook and realized it was our son.”
“I saw the pictures but didn’t know if it was my son or not because his face was covered. I tried to call Abdel Fattah. The phone rang but there was no answer. Then I tried to call my son but his phone was disconnected.”
I thank Aziz al-Qasrawi for his time, give condolences and get up to leave. Still stoic, he thanks me.
“Would you to eat with us?”
Source Article from http://mondoweiss.net/2016/03/israeli-army-stations-dedicated-pr-officer-at-site-of-hebron-execution/
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