My pleasure!
Posted on 10/21/2010 10:27:49 AM PDT by Eleutheria5
Somewhere between the Jordanian border and the Green Line, we'll call it Kiryat M'uyamim, night before last, IDF/Police officers rousted out two families at 3 a.m. Their belongings were cast out and tractors and bulldozers destroyed the small hovels that they had built with their own hands. There was no advance warning of this. Neighbors took the unfortunate families in, and the next day everyone went to work. I was in Kiryat M'uyamim last night. At dark, a cement mixer descended the hill towards Kiryat M'uyamim, along with a procession of several small cars. My wife, young son and I followed them down the hill and quickly got a ride. On the smaller, adjacent hill of Kiryat M'uyamim, on a ledge further down an embankment, a small flat area had been smoothed over, marked off with rope, enclosed within a makeshift partition of boards and rocks, and the floor of the enclosed area covered with a network of rebar, some of it straight, some of it bent into odd shapes. A chute was set up under the cement mixer, and a crowd of men, boys and women gathered round, waiting for the cement to pour. Those men with long boots on waited with gardening hoes, plastic buckets, broad swaths of plywood and other makeshift tools. The concrete poured, and the men in the boots hastened to spread the mixture evenly throughout the enclosure. Slowly the enclosure filled up with the cement, and one of the men took off his boots and told the older boys to line up and each take a turn spreading. The boys whooped with excitement, and lined up, eagerly taking off their shoes. My son was in the back of the line, because he's only eight. Some boys had to be repeatedly ordered to give the next one a turn, so absorbed were they with the work. Women filmed the progress with digital cameras. Before all the boys got a turn, however, the cement truck pulled away and two men with a large plank and two long handles took over, meticulously plumbing the fresh-poured mixture, trying to give it an even consistency. The entire undertaking lasted for about an hour, during which a military-green jeep with a light on its roof hovered around on the road above us. People still watched, but nearby one of the residents, a musician, also under threat, was going to give a free concert in protest against the bulldozing, so my son and I finally climbed up the embankment and waited for the show to begin.
My son asked me if what we had witnessed was like when he stands up to bullies at school. I told him that it was the very same thing, only the bullies are bigger, and their threats are much more real.
I'll stand with those dispossessed families any day, and help lay foundations with them any night.
I couldn’t follow it either but I think she/he got the point.
Paragraphs are important and so is clarity.
Thank you for your post. Aaron Klein, Investigative Radio Show, WABC radio out of N.Y, has been speaking about this and more of what you have posted.
Keep safe and keep reporting dear Eleutheria5.
I'd like a piece; know what I mean, know what I mean? Wink, wink, nudge, nudge; say no more!
To be fair, it reads like it was written by a newspaper editor who graduated from Columbia University.
Just sayin...
I’ve seen worse by Harvard Law Review Presidents.
The reported incident occurred at 3 a.m.
Due process of law would occur during working hours.
If it is considered legitimate, then the authority directing the effort has less power than proper legitimate authority possesses, and a greater significance to the incident.
God Bless Israel and those whom He has chosen.
Thank you for your report.
It isn’t necessary to confirm the report by worldly standards.
He has already confirmed it.
God Bless Israel and may He return at His appointed time.
Is that necessarily unexpected?
Good point. You are correct.
B'H
This is the most ignorant post yet in this thread.
100% valid criticism. I’ve already apologized for the stylistic and informational deficiencies of the post. They were caused by the very intensity of the scene, and difficulty describing it in clear, accessible prose, acceptable to the American Dental Hygiene Association. Next time I see something like that, I’ll count to ten and organize better.
Concrete, damn it, concrete!
So all those “Wet Cement” signs are wrong, and one must call cement mixers “concrete mixers”? In spoken English the two are interchangeable, regardless of what they’re called among contractors, to whom the difference is meaningful.
Cement as you can see, is a binder that holds the aggregate together. Flour is a binder, but you don't call bread and cakes "flour" do you?
Now, go forth and make a concrete effort to cement a relationship with some one, anyone...
Cement mixer.
“Wet Cement”
Concrete
Pedant
Something incoherent about flour.
Relationships: Husband, father, grandfather, uncle, student, blogger, etc. All cemented. All concrete.
Head on down to the cement pond and cool off, spud.
Of chocolate cake?
I knew.
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