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While the fat cats who behave as kings though their kingdom remains occupied argue over whether or not to admit the widely documented war crimes perpetrated against their people happened, the people of Gaza continue to endure. While their elected “officials” try to strike the right balance of patriotic defiance for their constituents and compliant submission to the army holding the gun to their skulls, the plebs of that war-torn land try to shoehorn some normalcy into the lives of their families. Though the blockade stills starves the nation and the aid to rebuild after last winter’s massacre slow to arrive, each Gazan in his or her own way try to get just a little slice of normal.
The latest desperate measure taken to that end comes from a zoo in Gaza City. Unable to import animals for his zoo, Mohammed Bargouthi remains determined to give the children of Gaza some small taste of the exotic that the rest of the industrialized world takes for granted. Unable to import the genuine article due to Israeli import restrictions, Mohammed decided instead to paint two donkeys with black and white stripes.
“The first time we used paint but it didn’t look good,” Mr Bargouthi told the Reuters news agency. “The children don’t know, so they call them zebras and they are happy to see something new.”
The two genuine zebras that had originally delighted the children that would come to his zoo starved to death last winter during Israel’s offensive. The $40,000 in bribery required to smuggle replacements through the oft-bombed tunnels going under the Egyptian border is hard to come by and harder still to justify spending for entertainment. But with a little masking tape and black hair dye, two spectacularly patient donkeys become as good as it is going to come in a land visited by such misery.
If anything could be more heartbreaking than the stories of the Goldstone report are the ones like these. Tales of a people so deprived of liberty and happiness they literally manufacture their own with a five dollar trip to the drug store. Stories of parents bound and determined to carve out a little of what we all took for granted growing up, even while the sky falls down around their ears.
As I sit with a full stomach less than a quarter mile from a zoo with the real thing, I wonder if I, pressed with such desperation, would have Mohammed’s determination.






