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The Mark of Cain: Genocide in Gaza

Cain was the first perpetrator of a violent crime, the crime of murder, of fratricide. According to the Biblical story, God asks Cain where Abel is after Cain had killed him, to which Cain responds “Am I my brother’s keeper?” My father loved to repeat that phrase so I grew up with a sense that we siblings were supposed to take of each other, a sense which developed into a broader feeling of social responsibility, of care for others. For his crime Cain was cursed with failure of all his farming endeavours and to be “a fugitive and a vagabond.” When Cain protested that he would be slain in his wanderings, God put a mark on him, a warning sign that others should not punish him further, at the risk of sevenfold vengeance. Although the mark is not given to Cain as the punishment, as the mark of shame for taking a life made in the image of God, it is nonetheless a life-long sign of guilt.

David Scott (1806-1849); Cain Degraded (Remorse); Photo credit: Royal Scottish Academy of Art & Architecture

The accusation brought by South Africa that Israel is committing genocide of Palestinians feels like an unbearable mark of shame and guilt. How can it be the the Jewish state is accused of genocide, less than a century since genocide was committed against the Jewish people? Surely, we are the victims of genocide, not the perpetrators? How can this be any more than a scandalous libel, a blood libel as Israeli government spokesman Eylon Levy said? It’s especially galling so soon after the horrendous attack by Hamas on October 7th that reminded us so starkly of our vulnerability, that looks itself like an act of genocide. Are we to be denied the right to defend ourselves just because our enemy uses its population as human shields and fights from within the civilian infrastructure? “There can hardly be a charge more false and more malevolent than the allegation against Israel of genocide, ” said Israeli Foreign Ministry legal adviser Tal Becker in response to the South African case on January 12th. This is the line of defence against the genocide accusation taken by Israel at the International Court of Justice. We are the victims, not the perpetrators. And some us still bear those other marks, those numbers inscribed on our flesh by the other murderers, before we had a state with which to defend ourselves, when at the whim of persecuting states we could be turned into fugitive vagabonds at a moment’s notice.

I leave to the judges of the court and international law experts to determine the validity of this defence. In part, Jewish and Israeli outrage at and revulsion from the accusation of genocide is prompted by the definition of genocide in the UN’s Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide. There it is stated that

genocide means any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group, as such:
(a) Killing members of the group;
(b) Causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group;
(c) Deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part;
(d) Imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group;
(e) Forcibly transferring children of the group to another group.

Genocide does not then mean another Holocaust, extermination camps and gas chambers. It does not mean the destruction of Palestinians in whole, only in part. Killing 1% of the population Gaza, most of them women and children, the displacement of 85% of the population, the destruction of a third of the buildings and the creation of circumstances meaning one in four households is at risk of starvation means Israel does have a case to answer. It also means that Hamas is also open to accusations of genocide, but as it is not a state that has ratified the Genocide Convention, it cannot be brought before the International Court of Justice. Instead, those horrendous crimes are under the jurisdiction of the International Criminal Court as well as Israeli courts.

One of Israel’s key legal difficulties at the Hague is of its own making, the multitude of statements by politicians, official spokespersons, military officers, news anchors, commentators and journalists that appear to advocate or condone genocide. Legal experts say that the hardest part of a genocide case to make is usually the demonstration of intent to commit genocide, but in this instance there has been a lot of unguarded talk. I will come back to Biblical stories to focus on one statement picked out by the South African team, by Prime Minister Netanyahu on October 28th: “you must remember what Amalek has done to you, says our Holy Bible. And we do remember”. The Amalekites were one of the tribes whom the Israelites fought after their Exodus from Egypt, during their sojourn in the desert, before conquering Canaan. In the first telling, in the Book of Exodus 17:8-16, no reason is given for why their remembrance must be blotted out, but Deuteronomy 25:17-19 tells us that “they smote the hindmost of thee, all that were feeble in thy rear, when thou wast faint and weary; and … [Amalek] feared not God.” The Amalekites reappear in the First Book of Samuel 15, when Samuel tells King Saul that God reminds him of what the Amalekites did to Israel and orders him to “go and smite Amaleq, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.” This last passage is quoted in the South African case, seemingly as proof that Netanyahu intended the Israeli troops about to enter Gaza to act similarly.

Joshua fighting Amalek, By Philip De Vere – Phillip Medhurst Collection of Bible illustrations. housed at Belgrave Hall Leicester, made possible by the Kevin Victor Freestone Bequest.

In his rebuttal of the accusation that the accumulation of similar utterances to Netanyahu’s amount to incitement to genocide, Malcolm Shaw argued that the South African team had misunderstood the place of Amalek in Judaism but that there was no time for a theological debate. He is certainly right that within Judaism the literal meaning should not be taken as a commandment, and even if it were, neither the Palestinians or Hamas are literally ancient Amalekites. Shaw goes on to claim that the quotations brought by South Africa “are clearly rhetorical, made in the immediate aftermath of a [traumatic] event.” Again he is right, but not in the way he intended the word “rhetorical,” in the everyday sense of an empty statement, but in the sense of rhetoric as persuasive statements uttered to move their audiences. In their spoken presentation, the South African team referred to the normalization of genocide discourse in Israel, indicating an accumulative pattern of speech and writing across politics and media. They showed a clip of dancing Israeli soldiers, singing that they understood their commandment to “wipe out the seed of Amalek” and their operational slogan that there are “no uninvolved” in Gaza, meaning no innocent civilians. Netanyahu’s rhetoric was clearly understood by the soldiers, as well as the synecdoche whereby today’s Palestinians stand in for the Biblical Amalekites. Whether the soldiers in the clip acted on that understanding, we do not know. But in the context of the rise of the Jewish-supremacist, messianic far-right in Israel and its inclusion in the current government, the meaning of Netanyahu’s statement, along others calling explicitly for a second Nakba, is chillingly dangerous and irresponsible, at least murderous if not genocidal in intent, as my colleague Joshua Shanes noted at the time.

The governing discourse in Israel today is, if not genocidal than at least politicidal, a discourse in which there is no truth to Palestinian collective existence, Palestinian peoplehood and connection to the land. In their eulogy for their brother Hayim who was murdered by Hamas (which of course has its own murderous discourse) on October 7th, his sibling Noy said:

My brother was always active for peace … He spoke truth in the face of – as Foucault said – the power that forces discourse up on us, the power that forces us to say certain things, and not say other things. Hayim spoke truth to power – even at the price of being the one who is different, the one who is strange

The power of Israeli discourse was evident last week when 85 members of Israel’s parliament, the Knesset, from most of the opposition as well as coalition parties, signed up to an impeachment process for one of their number, Ofer Cassif, a representative of Hadash, the Democratic Front for Peace and Equality. He had signed a petition in favour of South Africa’s submission to the ICJ, although from some of the reactions he might as well have joined the petition to the court itself. He is very strange to them, very different, abnormal, and what he says does not make sense to them. He speaks a truth that does not have a place in their consensus. He wrote on X (formerly Twitter) that

My constitutional duty is to Israeli society and all its residents, not to a government whose members and its coalition are calling for ethnic cleansing and even actual genocide. They are the ones who harm the country and the people, they are the ones who led to South Africa’s petition to The Hague.

It will pain me deeply if, after its long deliberations, the International Court of Justice finds that Israel, the Jewish state, committed genocide. It would be a mark of Cain that the state would bear forever. The atrocities of October 7th pained and shocked me deeply, as does the fate of the hostages, now in their 100th day of captivity. But it also pains me that the State of Israel is inflicting so much harm on Palestinians in what it claims is self-defence but seems like a prolonged act of vengeance without achievable and defined goals. At this time of intense polarization, the social media mobs and the gatekeepers of discourse insist that Palestinians can be only either victims or perpetrators, that Israelis can be only victims or perpetrators. But what if we are both victims and perpetrators? If we can speak in a discourse that allows for that possibility, can we then not also be our brothers’ keepers?

Refusal

Here is another extract from an autobiographical book I am writing about how my life has crossed paths with Israel-Palestine. In this passage I recount my refusal to serve in the in the Israeli army in the Palestinian Occupied Territories in 1995.

Having remained a temporary resident in Israel for as long as I could, I had delayed my compulsory service. By the time I became a citizen I was only required to serve three months, but I had postponed even that duty by going away for a year for my postdoctorate. In 1994 the army caught up with me again and I was due to serve in early 1995. It was already very clear in my mind that I would refuse to serve in the Occupied Territories, which would mean spending some time in military jail. There was no way I was going to become the military occupier of my Palestinian dialogue partners. I knew people who had been through the experience, especially Lev Grinberg, who had refused to serve in Lebanon, and Ofer Cassif, the first reservist to refuse to serve in the Occupied Territories during the intifada. Lev also put me in touch with other members of Yesh Gvul so I could hear from others, including one person who had become fairly well-known because the army insisted on calling him up again as soon as he was released, meaning he was given repeated sentences of imprisonment. I also read accounts by a couple of refuseniks who had been jailed. Having put off my service so long, I was already classed as a reservist, so I knew I would be locked up with other reservists, mostly people who had tried to evade service, not facing the scarier prospect of jail for regular recruits. It was, nonetheless, a worrying scenario, so I did not know how I would cope. Even up until the day I reported for duty at the local recruitment office in Jerusalem, I was trying to get through to an intelligence officer whose number I had been given by a university colleague who thought I might find an option there.

The evening before I had to report for duty I took quiet time to reflect on what I was about to do, turning to the pages of my book about Foucault for passages to strengthen my resolve:

Foreswear the dream of a perfect world in which all has been done and all is safe, but cherish the agonism of open strategic games in which everything remains to be done. Love your liberty, which you have when you can act and do so. Take care of yourself; know ‘yourself’ by transgressing your limits; practise liberty.[1]

It made sense to me at the time, realising I was the intended audience for my own book. Refusal would be the practice of my liberty, an option for action available to me. By refusing, I was transgressing the limits of the Zionist subject as which I had been constituted by my background and participation in Habonim-Dror, a Zionist youth movement. I would become a different self.

My brother came to the recruitment centre to see me off as I got onto a bus to the main recruitment camp, Bakum, the reception and sorting base in the centre of the country. The first stage was some form-filling, where I hesitated about refusing to sign some sort of declaration about agreeing to follow orders. I spent the rest of the day avoiding being recruited by any of the units looking for reliable new members – medics, military engineers, home front – by telling them I intended to find work abroad. At the end of the day I found myself with a large crowd of Russian-speakers, fed, given blankets and sent to sleep in tents. I did not sleep well, both because I had underestimated how cold it would be and because I was anxious about what faced me the next day. I was awake very early, found some hot water and took a shower before anyone else was awake.

We were organised into groups to walk down to the car park where buses were waiting, though we did not know where they were headed. I told the corporal in charge of my group that I would not get onto a bus going to the Occupied Territories. He told me not to worry, just to walk down with everyone else. When we got there, I saw a sign on the bus reading Bahad 4, a base which I knew was close to Ramallah and the settlement of Beit El. So, I refused to get on the bus. Over the next hour, I was variously cajoled and yelled at in an effort to get me on the bus. Someone told me that he worked on the base and also hated the settlers, but I did not need to have anything to do with them. Another person tried to make me afraid of what would happen to me in jail, telling me I would be made another prisoner’s bitch. An officer from the base grabbed my backpack and went to put it on the bus, which was distressing as I had borrowed it from my roommate. We tussled over the backpack and at one point I realised that if I let go, the officer would fall backwards, so I held on as I did not want to annoy him any further.

Eventually, another officer approached me, spoke to me gently, explained that he was in charge of the whole recruitment process that day, that if I refused to get on the bus I would be sent to jail, but then added that if I had any problems I wanted to discuss with him, he would be available in the next ten minutes. After a poor night’s sleep the penny was slow to drop, but I realised I was being offered a way out, so I repeated the story about looking for work abroad. I barely finished the sentence when he told me to join a small group of other new recruits waiting at the side. It turned out that there were about dozen more of us than places on the training programmes, so we were to serve on the sorting base for the week, which meant that those of us who could get home and back for an early morning start were free to go. I had woken up in the morning expecting to be in jail that evening and instead was back home in Jerusalem.

At the end of the week I spent on the base I met the officer from the parking lot again. He was intelligent and calm, interested in studying Political Science at university and curious about that. We chatted about the prospects for peace and the likelihood that Bahad 4 and other training bases would be withdrawn from the West Bank. Bahad 4 was indeed later moved from near Ramallah to Zikim, near Ashkelon, under the terms of Oslo II, the Interim Agreement on the West Bank and Gaza, signed in September 1995. I fed him my narrative about needing time to look for work overseas at that time of the year, which he accepted as grounds not to serve my three months then. He asked me to agree that if he gave me a deferment until a date in July, I would agree to go wherever I was sent, but did not ask me to sign anything. I did have the opportunity both in the parking lot and in his office to be adamant about my refusal to serve in the Occupied Territories and be sent to jail. Yet, it was also true that I was looking for a job overseas and that I was not being ordered to serve in the Territories at that point. I had no desire to be a hero, to go to jail when I did not need to in order to avoid becoming a military occupier. So, I was part of the ‘grey refusal,’ the undocumented cases of recruits and reservists who found a way to be selective conscientious objectors, unwilling to serve in the army of occupation in the Territories.


[1] Jon Simons, Foucault and the Political (London: Routledge, 1995), pp. 124-25.