Haaretz Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Why I Broke the Silence
I
was hoping I could use my knowledge to help defend my country, but when
the moment of truth arrived, I was sent to the occupied territories to
control a civilian population.
By Nadav Weiman
Seven
years have passed since I completed my military service in the West
Bank and the Gaza Strip, and to this day, each time I'm asked why I
broke my silence, I think of the military code names of the tasks I
carried out.
I
remember, for example, one of the tasks I often performed, called
“mapping.” When I first participated in mapping, my team and I were sent
to a street in the city of Nablus. It was nighttime and we knew what we
needed to do. We would wake the sleeping family, photograph each family
member, write down their names and occupations, draw a map of the house
we had entered, and then move on to the next home to begin the process
again.
When
we returned to the base I entered the battalion’s intelligence office
to upload the photographs I had taken. The battalion intelligence
officer stopped me before I proceeded to do so. He explained to me that
the aim of “mapping” is not actually to gather intelligence. He told me
to throw away the maps that we had sketched, and to delete the images
from the camera. At first I didn't understand. If the information we
collected was not important, why were we sent to wake families in the
middle of the night?
In
the end I figured it out. As my commander explained to me, the aim of
this operation, as with many others that I carried out throughout my
service, was to create “a sense of persecution” among the Palestinian
population. When we enter family homes to gather information and
photograph individuals, we ensure that all residents feel threatened. In
feeling ever exposed to the eyes of the Israeli Defense Forces,
Palestinians are well aware of the dominant force on the ground. It was
in the office of the intelligence unit of my battalion, that I began to
understand that my job is not to defend Israel, but rather to control
the Palestinians. It was not an easy reality to grasp.
I
grew up in an environment that fostered not only a desire to contribute
to my country, but also faith that one of the most important
contributions I could make was to serve in the military and help defend
Israel. This permeated the education my father and grandfather passed on
to me as Israeli officers who both fought in Israel’s wars; the values
engrained in me as an apprentice within the sea scouts; and my brothers’
roles as mentors to me, having served in the IDF’s most elite units.
When
I was drafted into the IDF I was trained to conduct warfare, and
specialized in sniping and identifying targets. I was hoping I could use
my knowledge to help defend the country, but when the moment of truth
arrived, I was sent to the occupied territories to control a civilian
population. As with “mapping,” though many of the names of our tasks
indicated a supposed defensive importance, most turned out to be means
of strengthening our military control over Palestinians.
During
my service, my initial reaction was to keep doing as I was told. Once
my service was over, I just wanted to go on with my life and forget what
I had learned, so that I could reintegrate into my society. It was only
later, when I had traveled far away from Israel, that I had the courage
to rethink my time in the army. Conversations with people from around
the world made me realize that sending 18-year-olds to control another
nation was not a necessary part of life. It was a decision made by this
country’s leadership, and as such, it could be questioned.
Though
I still believed it was my duty to do everything I could to protect my
nation, the new threat I saw was different. I realized that not saying
anything meant that I was helping to reinforce most Israelis’ false
perception in regard to the IDF and Israel’s role in the territories. By
doing so, I was making sure that we – the Israeli public – carry on
making decisions on the basis of false perceptions. And that can’t do
any good.
So
two years after I completed my service, I broke my silence. It wasn’t
easy. Most Israelis truly believe that what we’re doing in the
territories is defending our existence. The silence about the truth is
so strong, because daring to question this common belief is viewed as an
attack on the soldiers on the ground. My family was no exception; they
thought I had abandoned my values and turned against my fellow soldiers.
It took time, patience and conversation until they understood that I
wish to share my experiences to encourage people around me to question
and talk openly about our government’s policies, which are carried out
by soldiers like me.
These
days, brave soldiers who fought in Gaza last summer, and whose
eyewitness accounts were published in Breaking the Silence’s compilation
of testimonies, are criticized for breaking their silence. This is not
because of the content of their testimonies, but simply because of their
decision to testify at all. I request that we return to the basic idea
at the foundation of our activities at Breaking the Silence. I wish to
reinforce that behind the publication of our testimonies is a basic,
perhaps even naive, idea. We hope that by sharing our experiences, we
may help enable genuine public debate on the way we fight in Gaza, and
the moral price we pay for ongoing military control over the occupied
territories.
When I reflect on the
passionate, challenging, and sometimes painful debates that have taken
place over the past month, I feel that we may have even succeeded.
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