In Hebron market

February 7, 2009 5:42pm

I am in Israel this evening. Election posters are everywhere and there is lots of excitement ahead of the vote on Tuesday. But visiting Hebron market on the West Bank this afternoon, I didn’t find any Palestinians who seemed to think the result would make much difference to them.

Even though the Palestinians are studiously indifferent to the Israeli elections, their own politics are on the move. Hamas have always been strong in Hebron - and the general opinion seemed to be that the war in Gaza had strengthened support for them in the West Bank as well. One woman trader I spoke to didn’t seem too happy about it. “If Hamas take power in the West Bank”, she said, “it will be very bad for women. They will make me close my stall down.”

I’ve never seen anywhere on the West Bank where Israeli settlers and Palestinians live so close together as in Hebron. The town is now effectively divided by check-points, walls and metal gates - all policed by a very heavy Israeli military presence. The Israeli side seemed comatose this afternoon, a combination of the fact that it was the Sabbath and that there are only 400 settlers, guarded by hundreds more troops. I saw one extravagantly bearded man out for a stroll with his family - a charming scene, apart from the fact that he had a machine-gun strapped across his chest.

The Palestinian side was thronged with people. But bustling would be the wrong word. Trade in the market is very slow. Traders lamented that tourists are now too scared to come to Hebron, after the war in Gaza. The economy is bad, the settlers are intimidating - and then these is the Chinese problem. One man attempting to sell me a Palestinian headscarf said proudly that it was made right nearby, in the West Bank. Apparently, most Palestinian handicrafts in the market are now, in fact, made in China. Local manufacturers are suffering.

Hebron doesn’t feel like the kind of place anybody would choose to live, unless they were a religious fanatic - or had no option. But one Palestinian trader revealed that he had lived for several years in Manchester in the 1980s. He had returned to the West Bank because he couldn’t stand the weather and the food - “chips, sausages and everything covered in vinegar.” I tried to tell him that things had changed in Manchester and you can now get a decent meal. But he didnt seem convinced.