'His blood was on the floor': The night Israeli forces stormed our Freedom flotilla and kidnapped us
The last leg of the journey of al-Awda (The Return) was scheduled to reach Gaza on 29 July. We were on target to reach Gaza that evening. There are 22 on board including crew with $15,000 worth of antibiotics and bandages for Gaza. At 12.31pm we received a missed call from a number beginning with +81... Mikkel was steering the boat at that time.
The phone rang again with the message that we were trespassing into Israeli waters. Mikkel replied that we were in International waters and had right of innocent passage according to maritime laws.
The accusation of trespassing was repeated again and again with Mikkel repeating the message that we were sailing in international waters. This carried on for about half an hour, while al-Awda was 42 nautical miles from the coast of Gaza.
Prior to the beginning of this last leg, we had spent two days learning non-violent actions and had prepared ourselves in anticipation of an Israeli invasion of our boat.
Vulnerable individuals, especially those with medical conditions, were to sit at the rear of the top deck with their hands on the deck table. The leader of this group was Gerd, a 75 year old elite Norwegian athlete. Gerd had the help of Lucia, a Spanish nurse in her group.
The people who were to provide a non-violent barrier to the Israelis coming on deck and taking over the boat formed three rows – two rows of threes and the third row of two persons blocking the door to the wheel house for as long as possible. There were runners between the wheel house and the rear of the deck. The leader of the boat, Zohar, and I were at the two ends of the toilets corridor where we looked out at the horizon and informed all of any sightings of armed boats.
I also would be able to help as a runner and would have accessibility to all parts of the deck in view of being the doctor on board. Soon we saw at least three large Israeli warships on the horizon with five or more speed boats (Zodiacs) zooming towards us.
As the Zodiacs approached I saw that they carried soldiers with submachine guns and that mounted on the boats were large machine guns pointing at us. From my lookout point the first Israeli soldier climbed on board to the cabin level and climbed up the boat ladder to the top deck.
His face was masked with a white cloth and following him were many others, all masked. They were all armed with machine guns and small cameras on their chests. They immediately made it to the wheel house, overcoming the first row of people by twisting the arms of the participants, lifting Sarah up and throwing her aside.
Joergen, the chef, was too large to be manhandled so he was tasered before being lifted up. They attacked the second row by picking on Emelia, the Spanish nurse, and removed her, thus breaking the line. They then approached the door of the wheel house and tasered Charlie, the first mate, and Mike Treen who were obstructing their entry to the wheel house. Charlie was beaten up as well.
By force ad coercion
Mike did not give way after being tasered in his lower limbs, so he was tasered in his neck and face. Later on I saw bleeding on the left side of Mike's face. He was semi-conscious when I examined him. They broke into the wheel house by cutting the lock, forced the engine to be switched off and took down the Palestine flag before taking down the Norwegian flag and trampling on it.
They then cleared all people from the front half of the boat around the wheel house and moved them by force and coercion, throwing them to the rear of the deck. All were forced to sit on the floor at the back, except Gerd, Lucy and the vulnerable people who were seated around the table on wooden benches around her. Israeli soldiers then formed a line sealing off people from the back and preventing them from coming to the front of the boat again.
As we entered the rear of the deck we were all body searched and ordered to surrender our mobile phones or have them taken by force. This part of the search and confiscation was under the command of a woman soldier. Apart from mobile phones, medicines and wallets were also removed. No one as of 4 August has got their mobile phones back. I went to examine Mike and Charlie.
Charlie had recovered consciousness and his wrists were tied together with plastic cable ties. Mike was bleeding from the side of his face, still not fully conscious. His hands were very tightly tied together with cable ties and the circulation to his fingers was cut off and his fingers and palm were beginning to swell. At this stage the entire group seated on the floor shouted demanding that the cable ties be cut.
It was about half an hour later before the ties were finally cut off from both of them. Around this time Charlie the first mate received the Norwegian flag. He was visibly upset, telling all of us that the Norwegian flag had been trampled on. Charlie reacted more to the trampling of the Norwegian flag than to his own beating and tasering.
'Stop, they are beating Herman'
The soldiers then started asking for the captain of the boat. The boys then started to reply that they were all the captain. Eventually the Israelis figured out that Herman was the captain and demanded to take him to the wheel house. Herman asked for someone to come with him, and I offered to do so. But as we approached the wheel house, I was pushed away and Herman forced into the wheel house on his own.
Divina, the well known Swedish singer, had meanwhile broken free from the back and went to the front to look through the window of the wheel house. She started to shout and cry: “Stop –stop, they are beating Herman, they are hurting him.” We could not see what Divina saw, but knew that it was something very disturbing.
Later on, when Divina and I were sharing a prison cell, she told me they were throwing Herman against the wall of the wheel house and punching his chest.
Divina was forcibly removed and her neck was twisted by the soldiers who took her back to the rear of the deck. I was pushed back to the rear of the boat again. After a while the boat engine started. I was told later by Gerd who was able to hear Herman tell the story to the Norwegian Consul in prison that the Israelis wanted Herman to start the engine, and threatened to kill him if he would not do so.
But what they did not understand was that with this boat, once the engine stopped it can only be restarted manually in the engine room in the cabin level below. Arne, the engineer, refused to restart the engine, so the Israelis brought Herman down and hit him in front of Arne, making it clear that they would continue to hit Herman if Arne would not start the engine.
Arne is 70 years old, and when he saw Herman’s face going ash colour, he gave in and started the engine manually.
Gerd broke down in tears when she was narrating this part of the story. The Israelis then took charge of the boat and drove it to Ashdod. Once the boat was on course, the Israeli soldiers brought Herman to the medical desk. I looked at Herman and saw that he was in great pain, silent but conscious, his breathing spontaneous but shallow.
The Israeli Army doctor was trying to persuade Herman to take some medicine for pain. Herman was refusing the medicine. The Israeli doctor explained to me that what he was offering Herman was not army medicine but his personal medicine. He gave me the medicine from his hand so that I could check it. It was a small brown glass bottle and I figured that it was some kind of liquid morphine preparation, probably the equivalent of oromorph or fentanyl.
I asked Herman to take it and the doctor asked him to take 12 drops after which Herman was carried off and slumped on a mattress at the back of the deck. He was watched over by people around him and fell asleep. From my station I saw he was breathing better.
With Herman settled I concentrated on Larry Commodore, the Native American leader and an environmental activist. He had been voted chief of his tribe twice. Larry has labile asthma and with the stress all around my fear was that he might get a nasty attack, and needed an adrenaline injection. I was taking Larry through deep breathing exercises.
However Larry was not heading for an asthmatic attack, but was engaging an Israeli in conversation. This man, whose face was covered with a black cloth, was obviously in charge. I asked him his name and he introduced himself as Field Marshall Ronen.
The Israeli soldiers all wore body cameras and were filming us all the time. A box of sandwiches and pears were brought on deck for us. None of us took any of their food as we had decided we should not accept Israeli hypocrisy and charity.
Our chef Joergen had already prepared high-calorie, high-protein delicious brownies with nuts and chocolate, wrapped up in tin foil to be consumed when captured. We knew it was going to be a long day and night. Joergen called it food for the journey.
Unfortunately when I needed it most, the Israelis took away my food and threw it away. They just told me: "It is forbidden." I had nothing to eat for 24 hours, refusing Israeli Army food and lacking any food of my own. As we sailed towards Israel we could see the coast of Gaza in total darkness. There were three oil or gas rigs in the northern sea of Gaza.
The brightly burning oil flames contrasted with the total darkness the owners of the fuel were forced to live in. Just off the shore of Gaza are the largest deposit of natural gas ever discovered and the natural gas belonging to the Palestinians is already being siphoned off by Israel.
As we approached Israel, Zohar our boat leader, suggested that we should start saying goodbye to each other.
'Free, free Palestine'
We were probably two to three hours from Ashdod. We thanked Zohar, our captain Herman, the crew, our dear chef, and encouraged each other that we will continue to do all we can to free Gaza and also bring justice to Palestine. Herman, who managed to sit up now, gave a deeply moving talk and some of us were in tears. We knew that in Ashdod there would be Israeli media and film crews.
We would not enter Ashdod as captives who had lost hope. So we came off the boat chanting “Free Free Palestine” all the way. Mike Treen, the union man, had by then recovered from his heavy tasering and led the chanting with his mega-voice and we filled the night sky of Israel with "Free Free Palestine". We did this the whole way down the boat into Ashdod.
We came directly into a closed military zone in Ashdod. It was a sealed off area with many stations. It was specially prepared for the 22 of us. It began with a security x-ray area. The next station was strip search, and it was when I was gathering up my belongings after being stripped when I realised my money belt was no longer with me.
I knew I had about a couple hundred euros and they were trying to steal it. I demanded its return and refused to leave the station until it was produced. I was shouting for the first time. I was glad I did that as some other people were parted from their cash too. The journalist from Al Jazeera, AbdelKarim Alkahlout, had all his credit cards and $1,800 taken from him, as well as his watch, satellite phone, personal mobile, and his ID.
He thought his possessions were kept with his passport but when he was released for deportation he learnt bitterly that he only got his passport back. All cash and valuables were never found. They simply vanished.
We were passed from station to station in this closed military zone, strip-searched several times, possessions removed, until in the end all we had was the clothes we were wearing with nothing else except a wrist band with a number on it.
I was horrified that they had broken into my baggage and took almost everything from it – all clothes clean and dirty, my camera, my second mobile, my books, my Bible, all the medicines I brought for the participants and myself, my toiletries
All shoe laces were removed as well. Some of us were given receipts for items taken away, but I had no receipts for anything. We were photographed several times and saw two doctors.
At this point I learnt that Larry was pushed down the gangway and injured his foot and sent off to Israeli hospital for a check-up. His blood was on the floor. I was cold and hungry, wearing only one teeshirt and pants by the time they were through with me.
My food was taken away; water was taken away, all belongings including reading glasses taken away. My bladder was about to explode but was not allowed to go to the toilet.
In this state I was brought out to two vehicles – Black Maria painted gray. On the ground next to them were a great heap of ruqsacks and suit cases. I found mine and was horrified that they had broken into my baggage and took almost everything from it – all clothes clean and dirty, my camera, my second mobile, my books, my Bible, all the medicines I brought for the participants and myself, my toiletries.
The suitcase was partially broken. My ruqsack was completely empty too. I got back two empty cases except for two dirty large man-size teeshirts which obviously belonged to someone else. They also left my Freedom Flotilla teeshirt. I figured out that they did not steal the Flotilla teeshirt as they thought no Israeli would want to wear that teeshirt in Israel.
They had not met Zohar and Yonatan Shapira, the Israeli pilot turned activist, who were proudly wearing theirs. That was a shock as I was not expecting the Israeli Army to be petty thieves as well. What had become the glorious Israeli Army of the Six Day War which the world so admired? I was still not allowed to go to the toilet, but was pushed into the Maria van, joined by Lucia the Spanish nurse and, after some wait, taken to Givon Prison.
'China' vs 'England'
I could feel myself shivering uncontrollably on the journey. The first thing our guards did in Givon Prison was to order me to go to the toilet to relieve myself. It was interesting to see that they knew I needed to go desperately but had prevented me doing so for hours. By the time we were re-x-rayed and searched again it must have been about 5–6am. Lucia and I were then put in a cell where Gerd, Divina, Sarah and Emelia were already asleep.
There were three double decker bunk beds – all rusty and dusty. Divina did not get the proper dose of her medicines; Lucia was refused her own medicine and given an Israeli substitute which she refused to take. Divina and Emelia went straight on to hunger strike.
The Israelis acted as though they own the Mediterranean Sea. They can abduct any boat and kidnap any passengers, put them in prison and criminalise them. We cannot accept this
The jailors were very hostile using simple things like refusal of toilet paper and constant slamming of the prison's iron door, keeping the light of the cell permanently on, and forcing us to drink rusty water from the tap, screaming and shouting at us constantly to vent their anger at us. The guards addressed me as "China" and treated me with utter contempt.
On the morning of 30 July 2018, the British vice consul visited me. Some kind person had called them about my whereabouts. That was a blessing as after that I was called "England" and there was a massive improvement in the way England was treated compared to the way China was treated. It crossed my mind that "Palestine" would be trampled over, and probably killed.
At 6.30am on 31 July, we heard Larry yelling from the men’s cell across the corridor that he needed a doctor. He was obviously in great pain and crying.
We women responded by asking the wardens to allow me to go across to see Larry as I might be able to help. We shouted “We have a doctor” and used our metal spoons to hit the iron cell gate to get their attention.
They lied and said their doctor will be over in an hour. We did not believe them and started again. The doctor actually turned up at 4pm, about 10 hours later and Larry was sent straight to hospital. Meanwhile to punish the women for supporting Larry’s demand, they brought hand cuffs for Sarah and took Divina and me to another cell to separate us from the rest.
We were told we were not going to be allowed out for our 30 minutes fresh air break and a drink of clean water in the yard.
I heard Gerd saying "Big deal." Suddenly Divina was taken out with me to the courtyard and Divina given four cigarettes at which point she broke down and cried. Divina had worked long hours at the wheel house steering the boat. She had seen what happened to Herman.
The prison had refused to give her one of her medicines and given her only half the dose of the other.
She was still on hunger strike to protest our kidnapping in international waters. It was heart-breaking to see Divina cry. One of the wardens who called himself Michael started talking to us about how he will have to protect his family against those who want to drive the Israelis out. And how the Palestinians did not want to live in peace...and it was not Israel’s fault.
So corrupt, so heartless
But things suddenly changed with the arrival of an Israeli judge. After that we were all treated with some decency, even though he only saw a few of us personally. His job was to tell us that a tribunal will be convened the following day and each prisoner had been allocated a time to appear, and we must have our lawyer with us when we appear.
By the end of the day, Divina by became very giddy and unwell, so I persuaded her to abandon her hunger strike, and she agreed to sign a deportation order.
Shortly after that, possibly at 6pm - we had no watches and mobile phones to tell the time - we were told Lucia, Joergen, Herman, Arne, AbdelKarim, the journalist from Gaza, and I would be deported within 24 hours and we would be taken to the deportation prison in Ramle near Ben Gurion airport immediately to wait there. It was going to be the same Ramle Prison from which I was deported in 2014.
If we were Palestinians it would be much worse with physical assaults and probably loss of lives
I saw the same five strong old palm trees still standing up proud and tall. They are the only survivors of the Palestinian village destroyed in 1948. When we arrived at Ramle prison, AbdelKarim found to his horror that his money, his credit cards, his watch, his satellite phone, his own mobile phone, his ID card were all missing – he was entirely destitute.
We had a whip round and raised around a hundred euros as a contribution towards his taxi fare from the airport to home. How can the Israeli Army be so corrupt and heartless to rob someone of everything?
Humiliate and dehumanise
We, the six women on board al-Awda flotilla, had learnt that they tried to completely humiliate and dehumanise us in every way possible. We were also shocked at the behaviour of the Israeli Army - especially the petty theft and their treatment of international women prisoners. Men jailors regularly entered the women’s cell without giving us decent notice to put our clothes on. They also tried to remind us of our vulnerability at every stage.
We know they would have preferred to kill us - but of course the publicity incurred in so doing might be unfavourable to the international image of Israel.
If we were Palestinians it would be much worse, with physical assaults and probably loss of lives. The situation is therefore dire for the Palestinians. As to international waters, it looks as though there is no such thing for the Israeli Navy. They can hijack and abduct boats and persons in international water and get away with it.
The Israelis acted as though they own the Mediterranean Sea. They can abduct any boat and kidnap any passengers, put them in prison and criminalise them. We cannot accept this. We have to speak up, stand up against this lawlessness, oppression and brutality. We were completely unarmed. Our only crime, according to the Israelis, is we are friends of the Palestinians and wanted to bring medical aid to them. We wanted to brave the military blockade to do this.
This is not a crime. In the week we were sailing to Gaza, they had shot dead seven Palestinians dead and wounded more than 90 with life bullets in Gaza.
They had further shut down fuel and food to Gaza. Two million Palestinians in Gaza live without clean water, with only two to four hours of electricity, in homes destroyed by Israeli bombs, in a prison blockaded by land, air and sea for 12 years.
The hospitals of Gaza since the 30 March had treated more than 9,071 wounded persons, 4,348 shot by machine guns from a hundred Israeli snipers, while they were mounting peaceful demonstrations inside the borders of Gaza on their own land.
Most of the gunshot wounds were to the lower limbs and, with depleted treatment facilities in Gaza due to the blockade, the limbs will suffer amputation.
In this period more than 165 Palestinians had been shot dead by the same snipers, including medics and journalists, children and women. The chronic military blockade of Gaza has depleted the hospitals of all surgical and medical supplies. This massive attack on an unarmed Freedom Flotilla bringing friends and some medical relief is an attempt to crush all hope for Gaza.
As I write I learnt that our sister Flotilla ship, Freedom, has also been kidnapped by the Israeli Navy while in international waters.
But we will not stop, we must continue to be strong to bring hope and justice to the Palestinians and be prepared to pay the price, and to be worthy of the Palestinians. As long as I survive I will exist to resist. To do less would be a crime.
Dr Swee Chai Ang grew up and studied in Singapore. She obtained her medical degree and in 1976 her masters in occupational medicine at the University of Singapore. Dr Ang is co-author of War Surgery and also of Acute Care of the War Wounded, in addition to other orthopaedic publications. She also wrote From Beirut to Jerusalem, documenting her experience in the Palestinian Refugee Camps in Lebanon and Gaza. Dr Ang told her personal story on Making a Small Difference | Ang Swee Chai | TEDxUCLWomen
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