From morning to night and even now, after we’ve already left, WhatsApp is still sending messages about settlers who don’t stop harassing them Palestinians in all kinds of disturbing ways, from invading their wheat and barley fields, which are finally growing after the recent rains, or moving into the Palestinians’ residential areas. They invade the area with the flocks and ATVs, with caravans popping up beside every shepherding community, and keep watch on every step they make. We, the few but resolute escorts, do whatever we can to be wherever confrontations erupt, but the moment we leave, the vacuum is filled immediately.

I’m already home, but two or more hours ago, they lit a bonfire in the Palestinians’ residential compound, played loud music and Kahanist chants, and who knows what could develop out of their evil intensions and madness.

The Palestinians call to the police for help, but the police close the calls for help or else come and accept the situation that developed on the ground is permitted, not that bad, not harmful. Or they inform the complainants that the land in question actually belongs to a settler or to the church, so there’s nothing they can do, and then they leave.

The Palestinians do not have the rights set out in law by the UN “human rights to every person,” i.e., a person’s home is their home. Their voice is unheard. If they make any move that the sovereign considers wrong, they will be handcuffed and who know where they will be and under what conditions for the next few hours.

From morning until forever, Smotrich’s ATV’s drive around the roads in the northern Jordan Valley, on dirt tracks, in the fields, at all times of the day. Hilltop settlers carry weapons, frightening and terrifying the people with a clear and well-known purpose: to make the Palestinians’ lives miserable until they disappear and are no more. And it’s working for them in lots of places these days. They’ve emptied the southern Valley and now are looking to evacuate the northern Valley. And they are always in Masafer Yatta.

A caravan was installed above Samarra this week, with a few hilltop youths and an ATV. A herd of cattle belonging to Uri from the established outpost was moved down to Samarra and the cows are eating the wheat, which has only just started growing, and trampling over it.

They moved us today at Hamam el Maliach and then at Mayteh, and then again at Hammam El Maliach, and afterwards at Samarra. There’s no state, no law. There’s no one we can talk to. That’s to say there’s a government-army-police on the ground, and they back up the hooliganism with budgets and support of all kinds.

 A caravan was installed above Samarra this week, with a few hilltop youths and an ATV. A herd of cattle belonging to Uri from the established outpost was moved down to Samarra and the cows are eating the wheat, which has only just started growing, and trampling over it. The police decide that they are on settler Uri’s land. In Samarra a herd of cows is roaming over the land sown by the Palestinians.

This is absurd in the extreme. But this bunch of gatekeepers is running the country and fixing its borders. And the Palestinians? Their lives have no value. There’s no life. You can do whatever you want with them.