ABSTRACT
Today we went north to visit the Jenin camp. Jenin has a different feel from other places I’ve been in Palestine: it is not quite broken, but it is very wounded. While the people are not unfriendly, many are suspicious after all they’ve been through. We visited the ISM apartment in Jenin to look at pictures from an exhibition they were preparing. The pictures, drawn by twelve- and thirteen-year-old Palestinian children given a free-drawing task, were of tanks and soldiers cutting down trees and shooting men, women, and children. There was not a single drawing free of violence or bloodshed. One picture showed a group of children with backpacks running from a tank. A child had fallen into a ditch behind the rest and was about to be shot. Another picture showed a pregnant woman knelt on the floor, crying at the sight of her bloodied dead son. Behind her, a large hole in the wall revealed the tank that had destroyed the house and killed the young man.
