The policeman caught me slowing down at a Stop sign rather than stopping completely. I admitted my guilt. I couldn’t see oncoming traffic if I stopped at the sign, so I drove slowly to a point where I could see that the coast was clear and forged ahead, straight into the hands of a tall serious cop. This happened at the exit to the moshav where I live, a block from my house.
But while the cop was taking his time writing out my ticket, I also caught him.
“Get out of here,” he yelled at an Arab driver. “Go home. I never want to see you here again.” This was pretty much the way I felt towards the cop. The Arab driver responded by explaining that he lived in Shuafat and wanted to get to Zur Hadassah. (There is a dirt road on the other side of the moshav that cuts his driving time by 10-15 minutes.)
To understand this scene, one needs to know something about the peculiar geography of Jerusalem. The Shuafat Refugee Camp is within the Jerusalem Municipal Boundary Line, BUT it is on the other side of the Separation Fence. So where, exactly, does this Arab driver live? Does he have rights to go anywhere in Israel, as do Palestinian Arabs who live in Jerusalem inside the Separation Fence? Apparently not, even though he is a citizen of Jerusalem. I don’t know whose side the law was on, but I do know that in addition to being pissed about getting a ticket a block from my house, I was also upset that the moshav where I live is preventing certain Jerusalemites from driving through. This is what should be stopped.