“He discovered for the first time that music has more than one color. After all he was now hearing a yellow music that was a far cry from the green music that had once filled his being.” –Ibrahim Nasrallah, from The Time of White Horses p. 158
The photograph above, taken by Don Usner, shows a descendant of the white horse Hamama. Strangely, though, it was taken in New Mexico, not Palestine, eighty years after the story takes place. . .
Time of White Horses
If you love horses, please read Time of White Horses. If you want to understand what is happening in Palestine today, please read this novel about the village of Hadiya. If you love beautiful literature, that too is reason enough to read the book.
A New Day
It’s a new day for Palestine, my friend from the West Bank told me, a day after the ceasefire between Israel and militants in Gaza. The night before, at 2am, Palestinians throughout the Occupied Territories, Gaza, and inside Israel had poured into the streets to celebrate. It was May 22, and I had just finished a raft float through a canyon down the Green River in Utah. When I returned to cell phone service and internet coverage area, I began scanning the news for what had happened since I was gone.
I feel terrible for missing all the demonstrations here in the U.S., I told him. As I frantically tried to catch up, all the news was about the 250 people or more who were dead in Gaza. Also: demonstrations across the United States, led by younger generation Palestinians.
Please, my friend said, go back into the canyon. This is where the Palestinians want you. You go on your rafting trip, and look what happens. I laughed inside my tent, speaking to him across a gaping distance. Again: It’s a new day for Palestine.
What he meant was: what a very long time it had been since there had been this solidarity between all Palestinians. Palestinians in East Jerusalem, in the West Bank, in Gaza, inside Israeli (the ‘48 Palestinians), in Areas A, B, and C, H1, H2, etc etc all live under different legal regimes, rules, and different relationships to Israel. The daily circumstances of their captivities look different. Their elected leaderships do not share perspectives, strategy, or tactics, and typically do not organize together according the the principles of solidarity.
This particular struggle in May had started with the pending evictions of residents from their homes in Sheikh Jarrah in East Jerusalem. In East Jerusalem, as in other parts of the West Bank, home evictions by the Israeli state and home thefts by Israeli settlers are a regular occurrence. The legal regime under which the state of Israel does this now is through the permitting of houses. Permits for houses are prohibitively expensive. If a Palestinian family does not have a permit, their house can be taken over or bulldozed. It is a common practice, uninterrupted since 1948. When I visited East Jerusalem and the West Bank, I was surprised by how continuous the onslaught of home destructions and takeovers was, although I shouldn’t have been.
Palestinians in East Jerusalem demonstrated against the theft of homes in Sheikh Jarrah as the Israeli Supreme Court deliberated, and Israeli security forces brutally repressed the protests, arresting hundreds of young Palestinians. Just as the evictions are common, so too are these type of demonstrations. But the repression in May hit new levels. As it continued to escalate, the militant organization Hamas (democratically elected leadership of Gaza) and other militants in Gaza sent rockets into Israel to show solidarity with the residents of East Jerusalem.
This is unusual, because the leadership in Gaza normally concerns itself with defending the Palestinian people in Gaza, whereas the Palestinian Authority is the recognized leadership of Palestinians in the West Bank, on the other side of Israel. However, since the Oslo Peace Accords in 1994, which sanctified and codified the the apartheid division of Israel into Palestinians bantustans, the Palestinian Authority has been more dedicated to keeping the peace- – and therefore defending the status quo– than to the liberation of the Palestinian people.
In the uprisings, or intifadas, of 1987 and 2000, the young Palestinian “street” rose up in mass action against the Israeli authorities despite, not because of, their elected leaders. For most of the time since the Occupation, local leadership has concerned itself with finding local grassroots solutions to the unique problems faced by Palestinians in the West Bank, in East Jerusalem, inside Israel (where 20% of the population is Palestinian), and across the gaping divide in Gaza. But this time there was more solidarity, more coordinated action. Certain truths became more self evident.
An example of such a grassroots leader, a vocal opponent of the Palestinian Authority leadership, was a man named Nizar Banat. He was a candidate in elections against the PA leadership. He was dragged out of his bed this past June 24th by PA forces and killed. When I read about him, I thought again and again and again about the main character in the book I was reading, Hajj Khaled. In my imagination, Banat’s face has become the face of the book’s main character.
Nizar Banat, who was killed by the Palestinian Authority. From his FB profile, via Electronic Intifada.
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Hadiya
When I started leasing a horse and talking about how much I love riding, the same Palestinian friend sent me a copy of Time of White Horses by Ibrahim Nasrallah, which was published in Arabic in 2007 but not in English until 2012.
I had had fantasies about horses for a long time. When I was in Bethlehem, I snuck away from a restaurant dinner with my companions and rode a horse through an olive grove one night, so I had some idea of how Palestinians felt about their horses. But I had no idea how their love of the animals was intricately wound together with the Palestinian national struggle.
The book takes place in Palestine from the twilight of the Ottoman Empire prior to WWI through the British Occupation, a time that set the table for the establishment of the state of Israel in 1948. Reading it helped me to understand what is happening in East Jerusalem and the West Bank right now in a visceral way, and a historic way. It made me understand the emotional component of the strategic decisions made by Palestinian leaders, both elite and grassroots. And it made me understand the consequences of those decisions.
The story of what happens to the village of Hadiya, and what the villagers do in response, is the story of all Palestine. Hadiya is a fictional village, but modelled exactly on the hundreds of Palestinian villages destroyed by the British and the Israelis, such as the one that the author grew up in. Time of White Horses traces the phases of the colonial devastation of the village, each accompanied by an existential environmental catastrophe. The Ottoman Empire teeters on the brink of collapse during an extreme drought. “The earth turned over like a bundle of straw, and time turned over.” (227). Weddings are delayed in response to the great disaster, and Ottoman tax collectors raid the village in search of grain and meat“owed” to them. The wind becomes overwhelming, enveloping everything. Munira and her daughter Aziza, two of the book’s main characters, are made to crack chicken eggs and swallow the developing fetuses whole.
WWI is only hinted at vaguely in background, hardly figuring in the storyline of the book, and happening a universe away. Locusts accompany the arrival of the British occupation in Palestine. At times “there was nothing but the sound of the wind, that cosmic hand that was rolling the earth into a ball however it pleased and flying it about” (358)
A Jewish settlement is built on fertile land belonging to Hadiya during the drought, the worst that anyone can remember, so bad that the villagers are not sure they will recover. “Beneath their feet in the foothills, the flowers would bloom, then wither before their very eyes, as if all the seasons of the year had come together in a single day” (334). The Jewish settlers arrive on the hills above the village to build their settlement behind barbed wire. Locusts and wind storms accompany the arrival of the settlers and destroy the crops. The settlement slowly encroaches on the village’s farmland, and is protected by British soldiers. The book’s main character, Hajj Khaled, and other villagers from Hadiya are tortured by British soldiers for settling fire to the Jewish settlement.
Climate catastrophe tag-teams with colonialism to destroy the idyllic life of the villagers. In the darkest moments of colonial occupation “the horizon seemed closed” (360).
Everything that happens in the book sets the stage for the theft of houses and raising of Palestinian villages that happened in 1948. For those of us in the United States who work in solidarity with Palestinians, we often think of this nakba, but not of what came before. We don’t think about the debates among villagers in places like Hadiya, about what to do at the very dawn of the theft of their land. How could they predict what would happen next? Should they tolerate and negotiate with the settlers? Engage in battle? Appeal to British authorities who pretended to be a neutral force to ensure the peace in the area?
As Hajj Khaled contemplates these questions, the same ones contemplated by indigenous leaders here in the United States, he rubs his brow with the fingers of his left hand.
And to me, understanding the dynamics driving people’s decisions is one of the major reasons to read Time of White Horses.
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Horses and freedom
One of the central figures in the book is Hajj Khaled’s white horse Hamama, and one could be faulted for reading the first quarter of the book and thinking that it was solely about the love between Palestinian people and their horses. In other works, Nasrallah has another human character whose mother is a horse, because he was fed by her milk when his own mother died in childbirth. In Time of White Horses, Khaled recovers from the devastating death of his first wife because of how deeply he loves Hamama, and what they mean to each other. Later in the book his son Naji chooses his wife based on how badly he wants the woman’s horse. Women in the book give their husbands permission to go off to join the guerilla resistance by giving their horses permission to carry the men to the front lines. One of the most respected figures of the Palestinian resistance is Rayhana, whose horse Adham helps her to defeat her abusive husband, an agent of the Ottoman state.
In the book Hamama’ stormy independence comes to symbolize the freedom of the Palestinian people. One of the initial ways that Khaled establishes himself as a gifted guerilla leader is by recovering the horse from Ottoman agents who steal her. She is coveted by both the Ottoman and British occupation forces, but never falls into their hands.
One of the most poignant scenes in the book is when Palestinian rebel forces attempt to ambush a British military convoy. But they have been betrayed by a man who was released from a British prison in exchange for information about the rebels. Because the British commander Edward Patterson knows about the plans for an ambush, he readies British warplanes to attack the rebels. The Palestinian’s horses, including Hamama, have to make a three kilometer break for the forest while being strafed by the British planes, running terrified from the ungodly noise that no animal can comprehend and the explosion of rocks around them. The battle that pits horses against “mad metallic birds” (449) is a bloody stalemate.
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Strategy
Time of White Horses focuses in particular on the rebellion of 1936-39. In the period when empires shifted, Palestinians had to try to predict the future and act accordingly. The book’s characters debate whether empires outlive men, or men outlive empires. They choose their course of action depending on which side of that debate they fall on.
There is near-total solidarity in the village of Hadiya and in neighboring villages for protecting the identity of guerilla forces, and of those who set fire to the encroaching settlements. On the “worst nights of their lives” villagers are made to shiver outside in the bitter cold during a British army siege organized by Edward Patterson. Then for the next week, they have to march ten miles a day to the British army station to check in. Despite the fact that several children and elders die, they do not give Patterson the information he is looking for about the rebels. “At the same time, they knew they were slaying Patterson by their endurance just as he was slaying them with his cruelty.” (463).
But several of the characters, exceptions to the rule, collaborate with those empires- starting with Habab, the deranged tax collector for the Turks who is compulsively attracted to the power that such a position affords him. His treatment of villagers, and his treatment of his own family members feed off of each other on a downward spiral of violence. Then there is Sabri al-Najjar, the official mayor of Hadiya who makes his peace with British authorities, despite the fact that he is made to suffer like the rest of the villagers. And Abd al- Latif al Hmadi, leader of a neighboring village who aligns his whole village with British power. He even steals weapons from Hajj Khaled and his forces in Hadiya in a power struggle. There are also several prominent informants in the book who change the course of the story, such as Hajj Khaled’s brother-in-law, and an inmate in a British prison who is freed in exchange for information about a rebel ambush.
Then there is Salim Bek al-Hashemi, a rich Palestinian financier known as a nationalist leader because of his financial support for the Palestinian cause. He’s enamored by invitations to attend lavish dinner parties with British administrators and Jewish settlers. When the villagers of Hadiya come to him for help, he badly damages their case. Hajj Khaled’s Aunt Anissa admonishes men in the village for looking to the likes of al-Hashemi for help. “‘A person would think you’ve never fought with Hajj Khaled, Iliya!’” she says. “‘You’re still as good-hearted and gullible as ever! What’s this you’re saying about Salem Bek al-Hashemi and others of his ilk? That they’re defending the homeland? Everybody who’s defended the homeland has either died on the gallows or been shot by the Jews and the British. As for these ‘leaders,’ they only die of natural causes! How amazing!’” (502).
These characters stand in for Arab elites in reality who chose to align themselves with the occupying forces. Perhaps they based their decisions on the likely outcome and the balance of forces, or perhaps they were purely opportunistic, like Bek al-Hashemi who profits off of his relationship with the British. These nationalist elites in reality participates in task forces and committees “dealing with issues pertaining to labor, roads, commerce, and agriculture.” (482) Even some Arab leaders, such as those residing in Syria at the time of the occupation, who genuinely opposed the British Occupation, based their strategic decisions on what they think is possible; what is realistic to win, and what the balance of forces are.
But Hajj Khaled’s calculations, as he works his brow with the fingers of his left hand, are different. Representing the grassroots of Palestinian society, he looks into the future and wonders: what will become of us if we don’t resist now? What will ever change? He has not been caught up in the logic of compromise with the British Empire, and in this way he is much like the young generation of Palestinians today who are not represented by a political party and have not been included in high-level negotiations with the occupying force. He is not impractical or hard-headed, he just understands that compromise simply won’t work. In a settler colonial situation, compromise is the first step on the path to erasure. So he resists even when the conditions seem impractical.
Nasrallah does not suggest, romantically, that Hajj Khaled’s strategies of resistance are likely to succeed. In fact the readers, like the villagers in Hadiya, are surprised to find that while all of the focus of the resistance has been on the Turks, the British, and the Jewish settlements, the theft of Hadiya’s land has been organized by the Greek Orthodox monastery. The monastery has been in the village for generations, under the pretext of educating the children, and paying the village’s taxes to protect it from the occupying forces of first the Ottomans and then the British. In reality though, the religious order’s function was to steal land deeds from the villagers.
The end of Time of White Horses is concerned with anti-colonial strategy and tactics, Characters infiltrate the British police force, figuring out ways to get information and weapons. Some of the Palestinians who had formerly collaborated with the British are pushed by the occupying forces’ brutality back into the arms of the resistance. And they attempt to use colonial courts to win justice One of the few sympathetic elite characters in the book is the lawyer al-Marzuki. He represents the villagers in court with flair, creativity, cunning, and sarcasm. At this very moment there are lawyers battling against colonial oppression in Israeli courts, and I hope they have read this book. (People in the neighborhood of Sheikh Jarrah have just rejected a compromise proposed by the Israeli Supreme Court, whereby they can stay in their houses if they pay rent on them to an Israeli settlement association. Like the monastery in Hadiya, the Israeli settlers have attempted to steal legal title to the land, and the legality of this arrangement will be codified if the residents of Sheikh Jarrah accept the deal. So they won’t.) The settlement of the case is not the end of the book; the history of colonialism and anti-colonialism will be a slow dogfight of endurance.
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Here is the story of Nizar Banat, who reminds me of Hajj Khaled (Electronic Intifada):
And here is the story of the village of Beita, a village just like Hadiya, going through similar things today (Mondoweiss):
Here is my earlier story of Hebron, the city that Nizar Banat is from:
