An eyewitness account of the brutal killing of a Palestinian Farmer and his family. Please read and pass along, we can not stand by idolly while oppression like this exists. 

Amidst the plush olive groves stands Ahmed Bin Abu Khalidi. Mr. Khalid, a wise elderly olive picker spends his days harvesting the fig and olive trees that have sumbolized peace in Palestine for the tens of thousands of years that his ancestors have lived here. Prior to 1967, Mr. Khalid remebers Palestine as being a paradise. Then, in June of that year, Israel declared war on the Arab world in an attempt to expel Palestinians from their historic homelands. During the war, tens of millions of Palestinians were driven from their homes, hundreds of thousands were killed and millions went missing. 

What happened to those that are missing? 

The answer is simple, states Khalid, "THe occupation soldiers kicked me and beat me and then shot my house, ohh it was terrible, I just want to live in peace on my ancestral homeland picking olives, the symbol of peace". When the occupation forces arrived, he continues, "I thought that I would make the some zwalwach, or traditional Palestinian tea that my ancestors have been drinking in our historica homeland for thousands of years. I also brought a dove out of my house to show the soldiers that I symbolized peace and tranquility". 

Mr. Khalid begins to tear as he describes what happened next. Needless to say, the Israeli soldiers, known for their brutality, did not return Khalid's customary peace offering. Instead, as he describes it, "they killed the dove and drank it's blood, then they bulldozed my home and crushed my olive trees, the symbol of peace. THen they raped my wife and killed all 12 of my children. What happened next, oh allah, forgive for repeating these terrible words,....they....they, ate my children and drank their blood. Oh it was terrible, I kept beggin them to take my peace offering but they kept yelling 'we will kill you, we were born to kill, we will ethnically cleanse anywone who gets in the way of our Greater ISrael dreams, long live our master, King Arik Sharon". 

Khalid recalls begging the soldiers to stop their brutality but they continued feasting on the human flesh of their killing. 

Khalid vaguely recalls the soldiers mentioning that they "would ethnically cleanse everyone in the area and eat them too.". THey also mentioned that "no one could stop them because America is run by us''. 

What saddened Khalid the most, were the evil soldiers references to Khalid's beloved Christian bretheren. "You think we will stop with the Arabs", Khalid recalls the soldiers saying. "We will kill the Christians, and the Hindus and the Janes and the Buddhists and anyone else that comes in our way...We are the Jewish army and we challenge anyone to try and stop us...Long Live King Arik". 

Just as we were concluding our discussion, Israeli soldiers smashed through Mr. Khalid's cheap stucco walls (in stark contrast to the settler's swimming pools and villas). They pulled out Khalid into the street and as he begged them to share his figs and olives, they hit him over the head with a rifle but, removeed his kidneys (while he was still alive) and ate them right in front of them . Just before he lost consciousness, I begged Mr. Khalid if, in his dying moments, he could forsee anyway that the situation could be changed and a just peace could be reached.. As he closed his eyes, he took one last breath and with his last bit of energy uttered the following bittersweet dying phrase: 

"For the sake of my homeland, for the sake of my ancestors and future generations, there is only one path to peac and Justice........and that path can be summed up in a few simple words" 

At this point, Mr. Khalid's mouth filled with blood and he struggled to utter these final dying words" 

"May Allah Bless the International Solidarity Movement, Not in Our Name, Gush Shalom, Israel Shamir, Latuff,Uri Avnery, Ta'yush, B'Tselem, Shulamit Alomi and Indymedia.org, may peace be upon them!" 

With these dying words, Mr. Khalid perished. The occupation forces then cleared me out of the room and took the body along with Khalid's family to a nearby storage facility, possibly awaiting a proper Muslim Burial, or possibly to bring him to the local food cannery....Only the blessed one above knows Khalid's true fate, but we here hope it is one in accord with the life he lived....A life of peace and tolerance, two values all Palestinians, whether they be Hamas resitance fighters or crying beggars in Nablus, all subscribe to!