Lina Attalah, Al-Masry Al-Youm English's managing editor, recently took part in the "Freedom
Waves" flotilla carrying aid to Gaza. She was captured at sea by Israeli security forces on
Friday along with the rest of the passengers, 27 activists and journalists from around the
world. She returned to Egypt safely on Saturday. The two boats, one Irish and one Canadian,
were an attempt to draw the world's attention to the Israeli blockade imposed on Gaza since
2007. This is her account.
Waves" flotilla carrying aid to Gaza. She was captured at sea by Israeli security forces on
Friday along with the rest of the passengers, 27 activists and journalists from around the
world. She returned to Egypt safely on Saturday. The two boats, one Irish and one Canadian,
were an attempt to draw the world's attention to the Israeli blockade imposed on Gaza since
2007. This is her account.
Inside the Tahrir boat to Gaza Friday morning, as everyone sat opposite computer screens,
updating the world about our trip, David Heap, one of the boat's organizers, made a grand
entrance to our make-shift media center.
updating the world about our trip, David Heap, one of the boat's organizers, made a grand
entrance to our make-shift media center.
“50! We're 50 miles away from Gaza,” he screamed to applause.
The previous night, we were expecting Israeli intervention at any point. Israel has a record
of attacking solidarity boats in international waters as far as 100 nautical miles off Gaza’s
shore. But when we woke up to a sunny day and found that our communications system
was working, we thought that arrival to Gaza was imminent. Activists on board spent
the first half of the day decorating the boat with pro-Gaza flags, signs and artwork.
of attacking solidarity boats in international waters as far as 100 nautical miles off Gaza’s
shore. But when we woke up to a sunny day and found that our communications system
was working, we thought that arrival to Gaza was imminent. Activists on board spent
the first half of the day decorating the boat with pro-Gaza flags, signs and artwork.
The enthusiasm, however, didn't eliminate our expectation of Israeli intervention. Activists
were working on English and Hebrew signs reading “this is piracy” and “this is
kidnapping,” in anticipation of a possible attack in international waters.
were working on English and Hebrew signs reading “this is piracy” and “this is
kidnapping,” in anticipation of a possible attack in international waters.
We were right to temper our optimism.Towards the early afternoon, we saw three Israeli
warships in the horizon. We knew that the moment had come.
warships in the horizon. We knew that the moment had come.
At that point, some activists and journalists on board started throwing equipment into the
sea, fearing that the information stored on their technology could be used by our
potential captors to implicate other activists who were not on the boat.
sea, fearing that the information stored on their technology could be used by our
potential captors to implicate other activists who were not on the boat.
Soon after, the Israeli presence in the waters around us intensified. We counted at least
15 ships, four of which were warships, and the rest a mix of smaller boats and water cannons.
From inside the smaller boats, dozens of Israeli soldiers pointed their machines guns at us.
This is when our communications system was jammed and we lost contact with the world.
15 ships, four of which were warships, and the rest a mix of smaller boats and water cannons.
From inside the smaller boats, dozens of Israeli soldiers pointed their machines guns at us.
This is when our communications system was jammed and we lost contact with the world.
Our boat's captain started receiving radio messages from the Israeli navy, asking about the
organizers and the destination of the trip. Ehab Lotayef, another organizer of the Tahrir boat
to Gaza, communicated with the Israeli navy, telling them that our destination was Gaza
and that any attempt to arrest us would be illegal. When the navy repeated over the radio,
“Tahrir, what is your final destination?” Lotayef, who is a poet, responded, “the betterment
of mankind.”
organizers and the destination of the trip. Ehab Lotayef, another organizer of the Tahrir boat
to Gaza, communicated with the Israeli navy, telling them that our destination was Gaza
and that any attempt to arrest us would be illegal. When the navy repeated over the radio,
“Tahrir, what is your final destination?” Lotayef, who is a poet, responded, “the betterment
of mankind.”
As Israeli naval vessels loomed around our boat, the Israelis made a proposition that they
would send one person to inspect for weapons, and if he found nothing, they would
let us pass. The proposition was met with skepticism among the activists, although some
thought this could really be a way to get to Gaza. The Irish boat, which was sailing with
us, staunchly refused the proposition.
would send one person to inspect for weapons, and if he found nothing, they would
let us pass. The proposition was met with skepticism among the activists, although some
thought this could really be a way to get to Gaza. The Irish boat, which was sailing with
us, staunchly refused the proposition.
As the Israeli ships closed in on us, we found the Irish boat heading into our direction and
hitting our boat so aggressively that they damaged their entry point. We speculated that this
could be a form of resistance to the forced Israeli boarding, but we couldn't communicate
with them to find out.
hitting our boat so aggressively that they damaged their entry point. We speculated that this
could be a form of resistance to the forced Israeli boarding, but we couldn't communicate
with them to find out.
At this point, the Israelis had withdrawn their proposition and sent radio messages to our
boat, asking us to stop sailing because they would board the boat and take us to the Israeli
port of Ashdod. When our boat refused to surrender, they aimed their canons at us, showering
us with salty water. This came a few minutes after Heap had warned us, “get ready for a
shower.” The radio warnings from the Israeli navy continued, asking the boat's members to
remove the net surrounding the boat, which we had put in place as a form of protection.
boat, asking us to stop sailing because they would board the boat and take us to the Israeli
port of Ashdod. When our boat refused to surrender, they aimed their canons at us, showering
us with salty water. This came a few minutes after Heap had warned us, “get ready for a
shower.” The radio warnings from the Israeli navy continued, asking the boat's members to
remove the net surrounding the boat, which we had put in place as a form of protection.
The boat had become highly unstable and panic was in the air. But a beautiful rainbow in the sky
caught our attention, and, in what was a surreal moment, we started capturing it with our cameras.
caught our attention, and, in what was a surreal moment, we started capturing it with our cameras.
Then we were outmaneuvered. Israeli ships hit our boat and soldiers started boarding. Dozens
of masked soldiers screamed “on your knees,” and “hands up.” One soldier filmed the whole
process. At the same time, a group of soldiers invaded the boat’s lower level, where we had
set up our media center. I don't remember at what point an Israeli flag was flown from the boat.
of masked soldiers screamed “on your knees,” and “hands up.” One soldier filmed the whole
process. At the same time, a group of soldiers invaded the boat’s lower level, where we had
set up our media center. I don't remember at what point an Israeli flag was flown from the boat.
After some initial checks, we also found ourselves below deck, where we were seated one next
to the other. We learned that the boat was already being steered towards Ashdod. When one of
the soldiers asked if we needed anything, Lotayef and Heap said “we need our boat back.”
They were ignored.
to the other. We learned that the boat was already being steered towards Ashdod. When one of
the soldiers asked if we needed anything, Lotayef and Heap said “we need our boat back.”
They were ignored.
We were then allowed to go one by one to collect our luggage from the ship’s hold. I found no
computers or any other electronics left, and our luggage was dumped in piles, with soldiers
lying on the floor in what became a mess. That same area had been our temporary home for the
past four days as we worked, ate and slept there. The scene of a dismantled home was quite
disturbing.
computers or any other electronics left, and our luggage was dumped in piles, with soldiers
lying on the floor in what became a mess. That same area had been our temporary home for the
past four days as we worked, ate and slept there. The scene of a dismantled home was quite
disturbing.
After two hours we reached Ashdod. Unfortunately, I couldn't see what became of the other
passengers because I was called out first. We exchanged painful gazes at each other as I was
taken out, wondering when and where next we would meet next.
passengers because I was called out first. We exchanged painful gazes at each other as I was
taken out, wondering when and where next we would meet next.
On the way out of the boat, I was showered with flashes as Israeli soldiers took pictures.
The place we were taken to at Ashdod is a featureless detention facility for “illegal migrants."
I was strip-searched and had my flip cam, personal diary, USB stick, mobile phone and
voice recorder confiscated. My computer and camera had already been taken by the soldiers
on the boat. I tried to negotiate to get my things back - or at least to recuperate my personal
diary, where I had compiled minute details of the trip - but failed. I did manage to keep
two books they wanted to confiscate.
The place we were taken to at Ashdod is a featureless detention facility for “illegal migrants."
I was strip-searched and had my flip cam, personal diary, USB stick, mobile phone and
voice recorder confiscated. My computer and camera had already been taken by the soldiers
on the boat. I tried to negotiate to get my things back - or at least to recuperate my personal
diary, where I had compiled minute details of the trip - but failed. I did manage to keep
two books they wanted to confiscate.
My thoughts, in the meantime, were with the boat's activists, who pledged to peacefully
resist being taken out of the boat. They agreed that they would only leave the boat by
being forcibly dragged. As I was searched, I heard Heap screaming inside the facility.
“Ehab, can you hear me?,” “Majd, can you hear me?,” “Kit, can you hear me?,” “Karen, can
you hear me?,” “Michael, can you hear me?” His calls echoed in the large detention
facility, piercing through its noisy corridors. But I heard no responses from fellow activists.
resist being taken out of the boat. They agreed that they would only leave the boat by
being forcibly dragged. As I was searched, I heard Heap screaming inside the facility.
“Ehab, can you hear me?,” “Majd, can you hear me?,” “Kit, can you hear me?,” “Karen, can
you hear me?,” “Michael, can you hear me?” His calls echoed in the large detention
facility, piercing through its noisy corridors. But I heard no responses from fellow activists.
I was brought somewhere else, where I was interrogated by police officers for 30 minutes
and where my finger prints and photo were taken. During the interrogation, I was
asked about my professional history, the different organizations I worked for and how I
knew Freedom Waves, our flotilla to Gaza, and the activists involved. As I was facing the
police officer, I saw the reflection of George Klontzas, the boat's captain, in the mirror.
His legs were cloaked in metal chain.
and where my finger prints and photo were taken. During the interrogation, I was
asked about my professional history, the different organizations I worked for and how I
knew Freedom Waves, our flotilla to Gaza, and the activists involved. As I was facing the
police officer, I saw the reflection of George Klontzas, the boat's captain, in the mirror.
His legs were cloaked in metal chain.
“Are you aware that you were heading into a closed military zone?” the police officer
asked. I said yes. When he asked why I did that, I told him I was covering an activists'
quest to challenge the Gaza blockade. He smiled and let me go.
asked. I said yes. When he asked why I did that, I told him I was covering an activists'
quest to challenge the Gaza blockade. He smiled and let me go.
I was driven by two diplomats from the Egyptian Embassy to the Taba border crossing and
crossed over to Egypt, quite smoothly and unharmed.
crossed over to Egypt, quite smoothly and unharmed.
***
Right before setting sail, I was sitting with Heap in an office at the Fethiye port in Turkey,
sending last minute emails. Amid frantic emailing, I overheard Heap calling his son on Skype
and telling him, “I love you, you know that.” I was a little disconcerted. I hadn’t thought to
do the same. I asked him, “Do you really think we need to call our folks and tell them we love
them before we sail?” He told me, “We have to tell them we love them all the time.” At the
time of writing this article, he and Lotayef were still detained in Israel.
sending last minute emails. Amid frantic emailing, I overheard Heap calling his son on Skype
and telling him, “I love you, you know that.” I was a little disconcerted. I hadn’t thought to
do the same. I asked him, “Do you really think we need to call our folks and tell them we love
them before we sail?” He told me, “We have to tell them we love them all the time.” At the
time of writing this article, he and Lotayef were still detained in Israel.
One of the two books that escaped confiscation was Mediterranean Crossings by Iain Chambers.
As the soldier removed my bookmark, I naively rushed to mark the page by folding it. “The
Mediterranean becomes a site for an experiment to a different form of history,” read some of
Chambers’ words on that page. Perhaps the line describes the act of appropriating international
waters in a quest to change the status quo.
As the soldier removed my bookmark, I naively rushed to mark the page by folding it. “The
Mediterranean becomes a site for an experiment to a different form of history,” read some of
Chambers’ words on that page. Perhaps the line describes the act of appropriating international
waters in a quest to change the status quo.
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