The cement mixer vomited out the grayish liquid, which made a noise as it flowed noisily into the water wells, clogging them. Standing there were the soldiers who served as guards, the Civil Administration employees who devised this evil plan, the laborers who carried it out and the peasants who saw their sustenance snuffed out for eternity.
The soldiers tried to disperse them, as one might shoo stray dogs. The concrete continued to pour out and the people from the Civil Administration verified that it covered everything. Soon, all three wells were sealed. It happened last Wednesday, south of Hebron, near the Fawwar refugee camp, and it was the work of the devil, one of the more diabolical deeds of the occupation – and the competition is fierce.
“To the water wells, to the water wells / to the spring that pulses in the mountain / there my love will still find / spring water / groundwater / and river water,” Naomi Shemer wrote in 1982, in “El borot hamayim.” How lovely it is to sing of the wells in public singalongs, and how Zionist this song is, like all her songs. There was no river water in
— source Jews For Justice For Palestinians | Gideon Levy | Jul 30, 2023