However, it isn't this easy for everybody.
A few weeks ago, a fellow ISMer and I were walking to our apartment, and we saw a woman with a cast on her leg, supported by her husband, making this trip. She was in obvious pain, crying out with each step. My comrade supported her by her other arm, and with the woman still crying out, they eventually made it to her house.
Like other Palestinians who make the journey up the hill, the woman and her family are not allowed to use a car.
The reason is simple... she is a Palestinian, and only Israeli settlers and military have permission to drive in this neighbourhood. It doesn't matter that she lives here, or that her family may have roots here going back centuries. Unlike her Israeli settler neighbours, who drive up and down the street in their cars, she is not allowed one. Whether she and other Palestinians in this area are young, elderly, male, female, in good health or barely able to walk; driving in their own neighbourhood is not something that is permitted. Such privileges are only bestowed upon those with the correct ethnicity, not others.
This is another ugly reality of the occupation.
The walk uphill. Relatively easy for someone in good health. Difficult for the elderly or the pregnant or sick, A hellish ordeal for someone with a broken leg.
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