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What happened to the Palestinian refugees at Masnaa this Eid al Fitr weekend by Franklin Lamb
Lebanon offers
Palestinians fleeing death in Syria Ramadan greetings: “Eid Mubarak, dear
brothers and sisters! Yalla! Go back where you came from!”
Franklin
Lamb
The Syria/Lebanon border crossing at Masnaa
On
8/5/13 this observer decided, quite on the spur of the moment, to take a three
day break from Damascus the next morning and make a quick trip to Beirut to do
some errands because offices would be closed starting at dawn for Eid al Fitr
celebrations (a day later for Shia Muslims). The annual Eid al-Fitr, being the
festival of the breaking of the month long Ramadan fast, which observance is
regarded as one of the Five Pillars of Islam. And by the way, this year has
been undertaken, approximately 16 hours each day in inordinately hot weather in
the Middle East.
Let
me say from the start: I did not anticipate the delay into which I was about to
run. In fact, I felt that with a little bit of luck—and by leaving Damascus by
no later than six in the morning—I might even break my record of 205 minutes
total from Sameriyeh bus station to my apartment in Dahiyeh, south Beirut.
Alas, it was not to happen. In fact, I ended up setting a record for my longest
trip ever—a bit over eight hours for the usually much-quicker 88 km (55 mile)
journey. It had not occurred to me that I would arrive at the new Lebanese
border crossing building at Masnaa only to find not only was it swamped, but
that it had been a scene of bedlam for the past 20 or more hours. There were
Syrian and Palestinian refugees fleeing to Lebanon, plus hundreds of people
traveling there for this year’s Eid el Fitra holiday.
I wasn’t the only one who miscalculated. Lebanon’s General Security, which
oversees immigration facilities, apparently did so as well. When I got out of
the car, the cross border processing center was surrounded by hundreds of
travelers jostling and waiting. People were jammed and packed inside the
building as well. Some shouted, waving their passports, trying to catch the eye
of the overwhelmed but seriously under-numbered immigration officials behind
their glass cages, while others were simply shocked, depressed by the mess they
were in, and weak also from fasting.
Gape-mouthed,
I stared at the steamy sweating assembly, and saw one of the supervisors (I
know several of them from frequently crossing the border at Masnaa) and he
immediately waved and summoned me to push my way through the massive crowd to
his private office. When I finally made it, he immediately took my passport and
told one of the clerks to stamp it. Suffering yet another lapse into sometimes
weak character, I kept my mouth shut about why he was helping an American who
just arrived before assisting his fellow Arabs who had been waiting, Allah
only knows, for how long. I still feel some shame about this personal flaw and
I know better than to jump a queue. But the General, sporting 4 gold
stars on each of his two shoulder epaulets, did lecture me about what chaos he
and his staff were in. A couple of security types held pistols above the
travelers heads pointed at the ceiling as the crowd sometimes pressed
sort of threateningly, against the counters and appeared that they might be
about to storm them. Some immigration officers were scowling and shouting at
people in the hall who were impatient to advance to the counters.
“You
should write a story about what you saw here today Mr. Lamb. We need more
staff! Look at my men! Have you ever seen anything like this?”
Frankly, I hadn’t. For sure the supervisors’ all male staff did indeed
look utterly exhausted, even somewhat intimidated by the shouting throngs. But
what I encountered next was even more disturbing. Grasping my stamped passport,
I made my way out of the noisy, congested building, to the parking lot, and up
to the door of our parked service-taxi. Here I found my two traveling
companions, a middle-aged Palestinian couple from Yarmouk who I had just met at
Samariyeh, taking their luggage out of the car. Why were they removing their
luggage? I inquired of them, thinking perhaps we had to switch vehicles for
some reason. The man put his hand on his heart and pointed toward Damascus.
“Cham, (Damascus) we go Cham. Lebanon no!” he said as he flicked his chin
upward.
I did not understand exactly what the problem was, but assumed his documents
were not in order—but then suddenly I realized that that didn’t make sense
because every Palestinian must go to the Interior Ministry in Damascus before
leaving Syria, war or no war, and pay $5 to have their documents checked and to
receive an exit visa. And on top of the $5 fee in Damascus, they have to
pay a new, higher fee at the border crossing—of $11—which until last month was
only half that amount. With little choice, we bade each other farewell. Alone
now, I settled down to wait for my driver, who seemed to have lots of friends
at Masnaa.
All at once, I noticed a lady dressed in full Hijab walking my way with a baby
in her arms and with two small children, maybe three or four years old,
clinging to her skirt. And I have to say: I will not forget this family for the
rest of my life. The young mother looked as forlorn as ever I have seen
someone. Her dust-covered cheeks were moistened and streaked by tears, her eyes
red as she wept. The children were crying also, and kept saying “baba, baba.”
She was fleeing to Lebanon—after losing her husband and her home, although I
did not learn all the details. But as with a couple of other Syrian refugees I
have met, the poor dear did not have any relatives in Lebanon, and consequently
planned, as have others in similar straits, to look for someone from her
village in Palestine, hoping, praying, believing that such a person or persons
would understand her plight and feel enough of a bond from the Nakba to help
her.
But outrageously, immigration at Masnaa barred her from entering Lebanon, and
didn’t even take the trouble to give her a reason. “Go back to Syria where you
belong” she said the immigration clerk told her. “Ask UNWRA for help. They are
responsible for you” she was told.
But no one from UNWRA was to be seen, nor was any other Palestinian NGO. I gave
her the phone number of two friends in Damascus and the last of my Syrian and
American money. It is still the case in Syria, due to American-led sanctions,
that ATM’s and credit cards cannot be used. Consequently many westerners, like
me, regularly arrive at Masnaa from Syria, pretty broke.
(photo: fplamb 8/6/13 at Masnas border crossing.. There
appears to be an office of sorts of UNHCR
at Masnaa. But it was closed for the
Palestinian refugees from Syria desperately seeking help. Where were UNWRA, UNICEF, USAID, the Arab
League, the IOIC, the 31 NGO’s in the USA and in Lebanon, as well as the European Union who claim to work for the wellbeing of the Palestinian
refuges forced from their homes and into this unwelcoming land? Only God knows
and she has been silent recently.. This
observer saw no sign of any, or even one of them.
This mother and her babies are dreams. What happened to them is an outrage, and
who knows how many others met similar treatment on the Syrian-Lebanon border
last week? On that day at any rate, 8/6/2013, it seemed very much that most
Palestinians were being forced back into Syria.
Lebanese General Security officials need to get their stories straight. On
8/10/2013 a GS official denied any decision on the part of Lebanese authorities
to prevent Palestinian refugees fleeing the fighting in Syria from entering
Lebanon. In remarks to pan-Arab daily Asharq al-Awsat, the official, whose name
was withheld, insisted, “The same measures are being applied on all the
refugees (coming) to Lebanon from Syria whether they are Palestinians or
Syrians.” General Security “is implementing the measures that were underway
before the Syrian crisis started in terms of checking their documents and
identification papers,” he added.
Speaking frankly, his statement is utter nonsense. This observer spent nearly
two hours at the Masnaa crossing speaking with Palestinians who were prevented
from entering Lebanon. At the same time, I heard of no Syrian refugees being
turned back—nor, of course, should they have been.
Upon finally making it to Beirut, I emailed Amnesty International, UNHCR, and
HRW among others. The GS’s spurious arguments that “their papers must not have
been in order” insults ones intelligence.
It is well known, as noted above, that every Palestinian who wants to come to
Lebanon or to leave Syria must first go to the Palestinian Refugees department
of the Ministry of Interior in downtown Damascus and pay the aforementioned
fee. Upon doing so, they are granted an exit permit. Every rejected Palestinian
I spoke to that day at Masnaa showed me their permit from the Ministry of the
Interior. In every single case their papers were in order.
Many Palestinian refugees, without
any money left from their many travails, are forced to walk from the Masnaa
border crossing near the Syrian/Lebanese to the Jilil Palestinian Refugee camp
near Baalbec. (photo: flamb 8/6/13)
International humanitarian law requires that Lebanon abide by the principle of
non-refoulement, a standard which prohibits sending refugees or asylum seekers
back to places where their lives or freedom are threatened. On the day of
8/6/2013, this observer was an eyewitness to the government
of Lebanon turning back scores of Palestinian refugees while
remaining seemingly oblivious to the risks to their lives. Palestinian families
were, and still may be, stranded at Masnaa because they have no funds to return
to Syria and were barred from entering Lebanon.
If you are a no account, low life, over the hill American like this observer
and have some defect in your documentation you will likely be OK at Masnaa and
allowed in. Not to worry.
But,
God forbid if you are a Palestinian refugee, for you currently risk being
barred, even if your papers are complete. As I saw the young family
starts the trek on foot back toward Damascus. I could not help thinking, what
kind of Arabs are these who give preference to a citizen of a country that has
brought this Arab region nearly unimaginable destruction, yet shut out their
own brothers and sisters who are fleeing death?
Every Lebanese citizen and every political party, from the anti-Palestinian
Lebanese Forces, to the claimed champions of Palestinians, including Hezbollah,
should immediately insist that the Lebanese government rescind, without delay,
its decision to bar Palestinians from Syria from entering Lebanon. And while
they are at it, General Security should stop hounding and threatening with arrest
Palestinian refugees from Syria, who came to Lebanon during the last nearly 29
months and who cannot come up with the $200 fee to extend their expired visas.
This would require less than an hour to accomplish, and once it is done, there
is another task that this observer submits is urgently needed: for the Lebanese
President and the Prime Minister to issue, toute de suite, an emergency decree
granting the Palestinian refugees in Lebanon the elementary right to work and
to own a home. If and when Parliament stops posturing politically and actually
does some of the work for the Lebanese people that they are paid huge sums to
carry out, it can take 90 minutes to enact these basic civil rights into law.
And Lebanon will benefit enormously in terms of growth of economy which is
taking a nose-dive resulting from the Syrian crisis and the now collapsed
summer tourism.
It
is true that the Lebanese government is struggling to meet the needs of the
growing refugee population, but as Joe Stork, HRW deputy Middle East director
and friend of the late American Journalist Janet Lee Stevens, has pointed out,
shutting them out is no answer.
It
is egregious and illegal for a country to deny safe haven to any refugee
fleeing probable death. It is doubly egregious for Lebanon to bar devoted
Muslims sanctuary during the Holy month of Ramadan.
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