Hey Friends,
Two weeks ago we traveled across two borders (one of which is the most illegitimate in the world) to see Tristan in the hospital. We feel tremendously grateful that it was geographically possible for us to make this trip. For us, it’s a place so close, but sometimes feels like a world away. We know we were there representing many, many people that love and respect Tristan and are fighting along side him from afar.
Tristan is receiving wonderful care and is surrounded by loving family and companions. Tristan’s mother and father, Nancy and Mike, flew in two days after the incident. They are incredibly strong and grounded people and it helped to be around them.
Even in the worst possible circumstance it was a joy to meet Tristan’s partner, Gabi. Her experience under stress shines through and her coping skills were astonishing. We just hope that by this time she has taken a few minutes to step outside of the hospital walls to enjoy a few minutes in the sun!
We spent two days in the hospital pacing circles in windowless corridors, curled up on couches, eating ridiculous quantities of
hummus, and drinking coffee from a machine.
We also spending hours sitting in silence, holding each other while we cried and barely exhaling while Tristan underwent an emergency surgery.
The anarchists that Tristan and Gabi are friends with are phenomenally devoted. They arranged for fresh food to be brought everyday, drove us to and from the hospital and were always there, around the clock, with new people coming in when others had to leave. If there’s one thing that gave us hope during our visit to an occupied state it was them. It was inspiring to see so much heart in their movement. They have been through this kind of thing many times, and know how to take care of each other.
On the Friday after Tristan was shot, a bunch of people went back to the same place, where people protest every Friday against the construction of the wall that is cutting farmers from their land. They held signs with Tristan’s face on it, saying things like, “We will never forget what you did to Tristan” and “I am an American and you shot my friend Tristan.” They told us later that, unlike usual, this time the soldiers didn’t laugh at them.
In the hospital, we sat around telling stories about Tristan’s childhood dirt collecting, desert trips with his dad, his ability to live off those gross plastic wrapped sandwiches that are ever floating around Berkeley, his punctuality smashing banks in Argentina, and amazing dumpster dives and feats of daring. Being together made us deeply appreciate how much so many of us have been inspired by Tristan, and how valuable every long conversation with him has been, and how naturally he melts away the barriers between our personal and political lives. We all admired his commitment, and the way he laughs, and talks about the beautiful things in our world.
It wasn’t until the last day that we actually got to see Tristan and he was still heavily sedated at the time. There is no way that we can say it was easy to see our strong, beautiful friend lying immobile in a hospital bed. It wasn’t. But it was still Tristan and that part was reassuring.
Since we left he has been recovering slowly but steadily. He is still unconscious, as far as anyone can tell, but last we heard he was starting to move his limbs slightly. Before they put him under heavy sedation for his second brain surgery, he was answering questions with hand movements and trying to pull the tube out of his throat. He has had part of his right frontal lobe removed and both sides of his skull to relieve pressure. He had internal infections, but last we heard, they were going away. The doctors say that if he makes it through this, he will be there for at least a few more weeks, but probably a lot longer.
Many of our friends in the Palestinian neighborhood where we live knew about Tristan’s injury before we told them. They share our sadness and anger over what happened to him. One friend showed up the night before we left town with a shoebox full of roses to bring to him, another started a local online campaign at http://www.ajras.org/en (warning: there is a disturbingly graphic image of Tristan when he was injured on the front page.). Their support shows us how much Tristan’s actions are valued by people who don’t even have the freedom to see their homeland.
Keep sending your love to Tristan, Mike, Nancy and Gabi, they need it! The doctors stressed that things always go up and down, and the road ahead is long. Everything Tristan’s friends have been doing from afar makes a difference.
The International Solidarity Movement is collecting donations for Tristan’s medical expenses here.
Much Love,
Shane Bauer, Sarah Shourd and Nora Shourd