Feb 262015





World famous British artist Banksy visited the besieged Gaza Strip in Palestine and left his mark with several pieces of his politically driven artwork.

One of the paintings is that of a kitten which was drawn on the remains of a Palestinian home destroyed by Israel during it’s savage bombing campaign last summer which killed over 2,000 people.

On his website, Bansky says why he drew the kitten, “A local man came up and said ‘Please – what does this mean?’ I explained I wanted to highlight the destruction in Gaza by posting photos on my website – but on the internet people only look at pictures of kittens.”

Banksy also released a short video which you can view below:

Nov 122014

By Gabriela Lazaro

On Thursday, November 6th, Venezuela welcomed 119 Palestinian students, 36 from Gaza, to begin their studies in medicine at the Dr. Salvador Allende Latin American Medical School. A large crowd of Venezuelans, waiving Palestinian flags and wearing Kuffiyehs welcomed the students, at the foot of their airplane. During the welcoming ceremony, President Nicolas Maduro stated to the students, “The voice of Venezuela is always, and will always be, at the service of truth and the struggle of the Palestinian people. You will see, sooner of later, that we will celebrate the fall of the Israeli wall together. Down with the Israeli wall!”

A month ago, President Maduro announced the Yasser Arafat Scholarship Program, which would eventually welcome 1,000 Palestinian youth to Venezuela, where they would begin their medical studies. The aim of the program is that upon completing their studies, these students would return to their homeland to provide medical attention to the Palestinian population. The model of the program and the Dr. Salvador Allende Latin American Medical School is inspired by the Cuban schools which have trained thousands of students and provided medical attention to millions across the world.


The Bolivarian Revolution and the people of Venezuela have long showed solidarity to the Palestinian cause. Back in July, Maduro condemned Israeli attacks on Palestine and stated that Israel was committing a “war of extermination” against the Palestinian people. The Venezuelan government created a shelter named after Hugo Chavez to house orphaned children who lost their parents during the attacks on Gaza. Venezuela has also sent humanitarian aid and continues to do so. Last Sunday, the latest air-load of aid and supplies left Venezuela for Gaza. This is the third shipment since July.

During the welcoming ceremony, President Maduro stated, “we receive you into our homeland on this very special and heroic day. Palestine is here; the future of Palestine is here, in its youth…. Palestine has not allowed itself to be eliminated. It has refused to die, it has resisted, and Palestine will live.”

Oct 012014


My Two Weeks in Palestine
By Alex Antioco

​“Shalom, Welcome to Israel” says the flight attendant as a plane full of Zionist starts to clap and cheer as if they were finally home. I sat back in my seat and looked around in disdain at the thought of being surrounded by occupiers, settlers and quite possibly members of the Israeli Occupying Forces (IOF). They were celebrating coming home to a land not theirs but one that was forcefully and brutally taken away from the Palestinians. This was my first time in the region and prior to this trip I had only done research on the conflict as well as hear personal accounts from people who lived under the occupation. But I was here now and getting a first hand experience of an occupied Palestine as well as seeing the decimation my tax dollars being an American citizen helps fund.

​As soon as I landed there was no time wasted when my friend came to pick me up and took me straight to Qalandiya checkpoint, this checkpoint takes you from Jerusalem to Ramallah in the West Bank and is controlled by the Israeli military to oversee and or subjugate Palestinians coming into Israel. On our drive to Qalandiya I couldn’t help but stare out the window in awe, as I couldn’t believe I was finally here. It was a mix sentiment of wonder taking in all the beauty of Palestine as well as indignation once we got closer to the West Bank and you could start to see Israeli military trucks, watch towers, soldiers, settlements and the wall. The large grim Apartheid Wall is a continuous reminder that Palestine in all its natural beauty is still a prison.


Driving through Qalandiya wasn’t a problem, but upon looking to the opposite side of the checkpoint where Palestinians leave the West Bank is jam-packed traffic. The Israeli military makes it very difficult for Palestinians to leave the West Bank and those who do leave must have permits to pass. Palestinians can wait hours in traffic to get through this checkpoint and all they want is to get to work, school and maybe even see a doctor. Driving through Qalandiya you can see the streets and apartheid wall look charred and this was due to the huge demonstration held at Qalandiya checkpoint on July 24th, 2014. This demonstration hardly got media coverage but it was one of the largest since the last Intifada with 48 thousand Palestinians demonstrating against Israel’s bombardment of Gaza. That night Israeli soldiers fired live ammunition on protestors.


​Walking through the Qalandiya checkpoint is no different in terms of the wait except the conditions are far worse. As I would later see for myself, Palestinians walking through Qalandiya checkpoint are detained and caged in a single file before they are allowed to pass through to Jerusalem. Upon first entering Qalandiya the first thing that comes to mind is they’re treating human beings like caged animals. Imagine having to wake up hours before your supposed to get up for work, only to be met by hundreds of people literally caged in a narrow single file line getting ID’d and frisked, bombarded with questions and maybe even turned back if that soldier feels like it that day. The same goes for the over 500 flyby checkpoints in the West Bank that can be easily compared to what Blacks and Latinos go through with stop and frisk in the United States.

On numerous occasions we were stopped by Israeli soldiers, without any provocation from us just the fact that there were Arabs in the car. Instead of Israeli soldiers asking to check your bags or car the first question aside from seeing identification is let me get your cell phone. Which is odd because if you stopped someone because you feared they were a threat to security wouldn’t you check the person, the car and their belongings first. Why go into their cell phones first? This just shows that the checkpoints are a means of controlling and degrading Palestinians more so than they are about a security check.

The whole system is racist. When they stop you, you are met by sarcasm, aggression and at times mocking. In one incident at a checkpoint they came to the window guns in their hands shouting at us, when asked why we were being yelled at in such an aggressive manner the two soldiers who looked no more than 18 years of age shouted even louder and proceeded to tell my friend that he was in charge not her. When she told him he was treating her like she wasn’t human, he began to mock her and laugh with the other soldier. Their behavior was not only racist and demeaning but also that of a child with a big gun in his hand. That’s who was in charge that night.

Being in the Old City in Jerusalem was one of the first times I truly felt the intensity of the conflict. The Old City is beautiful and quaint with narrow streets lined with vendors and crowded with tourist as well as those who live there. One of the most important things to take note of while in the Old City is how freely the settlers walk around with their rifles as if it were a bag. These are not men in uniform, these are average civilians walking around with guns who get away with not only stealing land from Palestinians but from constantly harassing and abusing them. They walk around the streets of Jerusalem as if they are patrolling the streets, meanwhile there are soldiers at every corner staring down everyone who passed by.

As you walk the streets of the Old City you see settlers coming out of homes that used to belong to Palestinians. It makes you angry to see them get away with this and walk around arrogantly. Walking down these streets as much as you enjoy meeting the people and sight seeing, the reality is that there are rifles all around you. Settlers and soldiers are not to be trusted with them, much like its hard to trust police officers in the United States. It’s so intense they walk very close to your back with rifles as if to remind you of their presence, they did this to my friend and I.


Hebron 2 or H2, which is the Israeli controlled part of Hebron (H1 or Hebron 1 is controlled by the Palestinian Authority and surrounds H2), was the most tumultuous city I went to because this is where Palestinians live side by side with the most violent of settlers. The checkpoint at H2 wasn’t crowded or as tedious as the others have been but the soldiers were much more short tempered. As we walked down the street in H2 you can see all the empty homes that used to belong to Palestinian families but were pushed out by Israelis, it was a ghost town. As you reach the end of the block a group of settler kids start to group up arms crossed as if to convey the message that no one is allowed any further if they are not Israeli, these kids were also protected by another soldier carrying a rifle. Tensions were so high you could cut a knife through the air. As we made a turn to the more Palestinian part of H2 we met up with a Palestinian family who have gone through so much and truly felt the repercussions of this occupation.


As we sat in their homes drinking coffee they told us about the constant abuse they face under the occupation. It was heartbreaking to hear a father’s account of how his children get beat up and bullied on a weekly basis by settler children and then if he tries to defend his children he is met by aggression from adult settlers who hold more power than soldiers. Settlers are like vigilantes, and they answer to no one. One can only imagine the shame and embarrassment a parent must feel trying to defend their child only to be brutally attacked by the same aggressor in front of their child, it’s inhumane and deplorable. In H2, Palestinians live in what looks like a city below a city where they are covered with tents because settlers who live up top throw anything they can at Palestinians living below even their own feces and live snakes at children. As we walked further to another families house, settler children proceeded to throw glass at us from up top, thankfully nothing hit us but unfortunately for Palestinians living there this is an everyday struggle.

Bil’in is a village that has fought long and hard against the construction of the Apartheid wall in the West Bank. Israel keeps attempting to push the wall further into Bil’in, but the people always resist and every Friday they hold demonstrations against this construction in which Israeli soldiers shoot tear gas canisters at them.


The day my friend and I went to Bil’in it was not a Friday and we were not going to a demonstration, to the contrary we were attending a picnic for a friends birthday that lives there. As we drove to the picnic area close to the apartheid wall you can see Tel Aviv right over the wall. As we started to walk around the picnic area my friend and I started to collect all the old (some still looked fresh) tear gas canisters that were shot by Israeli soldiers on protesters from over the wall. As we continued to gather tear gas canisters, all I had on my mind was that these tear gas canisters were manufactured in the United States and paid for by myself and every other tax paying U.S. citizen.

As we sat down with our friend to have the picnic, everyone hears something pop. No one says anything immediately but the expression on everyone’s face showed that something was up and that’s when smoke started to release itself. The IDF continued to shoot several tear gas canisters even after we let them know that this was a picnic not a demonstration and showing them that we had a baby with us. They didn’t care; shooting at us was fun for them. Our tax dollars (3.1 billion every year) are spent for the violent if not deadly recreational use of Israeli soldiers rather than building or investing in schools and hospitals. Instead the U.S. invests billions of dollars into funding Israel’s military, which in turn is used to murder and try to dehumanize Palestinians.


My time in Palestine was a great learning experience, as I witnessed and encountered the effects of the occupation, but aside from this I long to go back. I have met so many of the most strongest and resilient people, people that have lost their businesses, many loved ones and most of their childhood and continue to find the strength to keep going, fighting and resisting. It was so hurtful leaving Ramallah to go to Haifa and being smacked with the reality that your friends in Ramallah can’t come with you to the beach in Haifa. It’s heartbreaking to know I get to go as I please and they are still stifled by this occupation. There is so much life and beauty in Palestine and the people truly showed me an amazing time through laughter, dancing, music and tears. They made me feel at home in a distant land, I am grateful.

Sep 152014



New video by producer duo Beatnick & K-Salaam featuring Talib Kweli and M1 of Dead Prez.

The track titled Checkpoints: Ghetto to Gaza connects the struggles of inner city youth in the United States facing racial profiling, police brutality and murder with Palestinians living under Israeli occupation in Palestine.

M1 has traveled with Existence is Resistance to Palestine twice, first to Gaza in 2009 then to the West Bank in 2010 which culminated with the creation of Hip Hip Is Bigger Than The Occupation, a documentary about the 10 day journey to Palestine.

Watch the video below:

Aug 242014

As many of you know, I have been spending the past month or so in and out of the hospitals in Jerusalem and Nablus where many wounded Palestinians are being brought for medical care during the brutal Israeli attack on Gaza. In between these visits I have been attending various demonstrations which always end with the Israeli Occupying Forces shooting live ammunition at everyone. In one demo which I wrote about in an earlier post over 281 people were shot including many of my friends which meant more hospitals….in the most recent demo 72 people were shot including two journalists. I can not explain the feeling of hopelessness I feel witnessing all of this. Then of course,, I feel bad complaining because I have the luxury of leaving any time.

A couple of days ago I came back to my home in Haifa to be with my family and of course to try and put together all these thoughts and feelings so that I can write about it with a clear mind. I am not a professional writer and for some reason I just can not collect myself in the way that I want, in order for me to be able to fully relay everything I am seeing.

I still have not and cannot process it all. For the past two days I have sat down with all my notes and all these pictures and tried to put it together but every single time I try it means I have to remember what personally happened to each of the people I visited as well as their pain….whether they showed it to me through smiles, laughs or tears, I saw it and it is past painful. It’s so painful, you become somewhat numb. Most of them don’t cry when they tell me about what they saw or about their loved ones being blown to pieces in front of them so I follow suit and swallow the hurt and anger and tears away. Now that I am alone, I don’t have their strength so I just switch off.

There are many people I want to tell you about and we still need donations to get the wounded and their families whatever they need while they are stuck in the hospitals with only the clothes on their back they left with….so here are a few of the most recent people I have been visiting frequently.

14 year old Mohammed Amin Siyam from Rafah stole my heart. While I was checking in on other kids I had been visiting for a few weeks, I noticed Mohammed was new in their room. He was in extreme pain and every time he would scream or attempt to cry I would look up and he would see me and stop. As if he didn’t want to cry in front of me. I walked over and told him its ok to cry if he is in pain. His grandfather who was the only guardian with him looked up at me, smiled and teared up. I had to leave for a minute so I could go slap myself in the bathroom to fight back my tears and returned to hear his story.



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Mohammed was wounded when the house next door to his home was rocketed by an Israeli F16. The first rocket hit and the windows in his home shattered. The second, third and fourth rockets hit  and Mohammed lost his leg. The doctors saved his right arm but the nerves are all damaged which means he cannot move that arm from the shoulder down.



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Mohammeds grandfather told me there has never been any presence of resistance fighters in their area. Mohammed asked me for a Dishdasha and to make sure it was long so it would cover his missing leg. The next day I went with a friend Alaa from Ramallah, picked out the best dishdasha and brought it for him from the kind donations everyone has been making.

10 month old Ahmad AbedJawad Abutala is from Rafah. His mother was breastfeeding him when 5 rockets within minutes of each other hit their home. His mother who is still in Gaza lost her legs and her arms and chest were burnt so his grandmother accompanied him to Jerusalem.



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Ahmad lost his right eye, has shrapnel in his head, broken leg and arm and shrapnel in his other leg.



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Youseff Astal, 16 years old. He told me how his father had been murdered by Israel a couple of days before his injuries. Youseffs father had been targeted by an F16 whilst he was in the back yard of his brothers home. Youseff found him. A few days later Youseff was filling water from a barrel when Israel rocketed him too. He said the only thing that saved him was the barrel. He sustained injuries to his arms and face as well as shrapnel in his stomach. Youseff also lost a kidney which was torn to shreds by the shrapnel.




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Youseff asked me for a cell phone which we brought him also from the donations people have been making.

There are so many more stories and pictures I want to share with you and I will. Inshallah in the coming days.

In one week I will return to the hospitals and spend another three weeks with the wounded. We truly hope that people will continue to donate as new injuries are being brought in daily. No matter how small or large your donation, it all makes a difference. Please donate directly via paypal to Questions@Existenceisresistance.org or email us if you want to send a check at the same email address.

Thank you for all the support everyone has been sending. It’s not over until its over.