July 27, 2003 - 4:12pm -- nolympics
Searching For Eliyahu Gorey
By
Rob Eshelman
East Jerusalem comes alive early. The six a.m. sun hits the high, stonewalls of the Old City and castes a long shadow before the Damascus Gate. Radios from taxi cabs and passing police vehicles squawk commands to the cab drivers, already chain-smoking, and the 18-year old soldiers behind the wheels of their jeeps. A cab driver yells, “Tel Aviv, Tel Aviv” over and over, while the smell of falafel balls frying in hot oil and Turkish coffees waft through the crisp morning air.
Despite being in Palestine, some things remain the same for me – the need for a morning caffeine fix and a look at the day’s headlines. For the second consecutive day, the English language addition of Haaretz is focused on a missing Israeli cab driver, Eliyahu Gorey, suspected of being apprehended by Palestinian militants. It smacks of the same stupid sensational journalism rampant in the US: Lacy Peterson, or that child star from Colorado who we were commanded to care about.
The ride to Ramallah is bumpy and I arrive at the Qalandia checkpoint outside of the city within 30 minutes. Checkpoints – the object which so clearly illustrates the realities of Israeli occupation. From above, Qalandia would take the shape of a dumbbell. At each end of the checkpoint, massive amounts of activity. Cabs, trucks carrying goods, people trying to get to work or to see their families. In the middle, a long narrow stream of people passing nearly single fill under the gaze of young Israeli soldiers with automatic weapons.