Defense Minister Barak's orders to destroy Mevo Dotan West were barely reported by a media occupied with the building freeze in Judea and Samaria and the Shalit negotiations. None noted that the political gain Barak hopes to get from this is at the expense of real people's lives.
At INN, we care and we don't forget. The following is the story of the wanton destruction of
Mevo Dotan West, established ten years ago, is on government land. 
a the Botzer family's ideological project, told heartachingly by Shayna Botzer herself:
Early last Monday morning , Police and Special Patrol units burst into Mevo Dotan West, located in northern Samaria, with heavy machinery. Within an hour, an educational agricultural enterprise was turned into a heap of twisted metal.
Mevo Dotan West, established ten years ago, is on government land on a hilltop inside the municipal boundaries of the Jewish settlement of Mevo Dotan.
Eighteen months ago we established an educational agricultural project here. This project offers an alternative framework for youth and young adults who have not found a suitable environment for their educational needs. Some are referred to us by the social services
The farm makes these young people feel needed, engaging them in agriculture and the management and maintenance of horses and livestock, which are daily routine on the farm.
This peaceful routine was abruptly halted on that Monday morning, when a large convoy of police and Special Patrol units suddenly roared into the compound. A multitude of police and military personnel poured out of an assortment of military vehicles: officers, civilian administration personnel, etc. These informed us that there were more reinforcements on the way, that they had impounded our private cars and had blocked off all the roads leading to and from the hilltop.
What arrived next were giant bulldozers driven by our Arab neighbors.
In the Katif Bloc, the Jewish civilians were banished from their homes by Israeli police and IDF soldiers. The police and soldiers found the surrealistic situation of destruction and expulsion terribly stressful, and a far cry from what they were enlisted and trained to do – defend the State of Israel.
Apparently, in order to prevent coping with this inner resistance, and probably in order to save money as well, the powers that be found it more convenient to subcontract local Arabs to do the job.
That means that when the political need to expel Jews and to destroy their livelihoods and/or homes again becomes an issue, non other than an eager neighboring Arab contractor gets to do what he’s been dreaming of doing and gets paid for it.
The destruction of our farm was carried out by an Arab contractor from Umm El-Fahm, 
The destruction of our farm was carried out by an Arab contractor from Umm El-Fahm. 
notwithstanding his all too obvious political views and nationalist dreams.
In the Kafkaesque reality of Israel 2009, this can actually happen. Arabs are chosen to carry out the plans of the civil administration, as if they are unconnected to its implications. How blind and insensitive can one get?
We stood there, unable to believe our eyes. Each one of us was surrounded by a ring of black garbed special forces operatives that was there to allow the bulldozers to operate without interruption.
In the midst of all the pain I saw the Arab tractor driver looking me straight in the eye, waiting for me to look away first in humiliation. He then climbed onto his machine, awaiting his turn at this dance of destruction.
We were stunned when shouting in Arabic began to fill the air. One worker tore down the doors of the stable as three of his friends ran in, shouting in Arabic, forcing the sheep to scatter in all directions. The bulldozer followed and decimated the once beautiful and expensive sheep pen, worth thousands of dollars, into a heap of twisted metal.
I stood watching, and through all the commotion taking place around me, I noticed two sheep just standing – ignoring all the pushing, shouting and commotion around them – serenely and steadfastly eat their breakfast of hay. They seemed determined to hold on to their daily routine, in spite of all the efforts at destroying it.
Before my eyes flashed all the long days and periods of construction. I remember last
I remember how we toiled and built, through the rain and mud, night and day.year's Hanukkah, how we toiled and built, through the rain and mud, night and day. As I felt that I was beginning to drown in a sense of helplessness, and as a flood of tears threatened to burst forth from my eyes, I heard my husband David shoutiing’ his eyes red with sorrow, "It's just material goods! It will not break us!"
After much effort, we managed to gather the flock again. They, as usual, began flocking back to the paddock, their safe and familiar home. They sought entrance, but when unable to, began to scatter in all directions again.
That's it. Their work is done. The bulldozers and military vehicles are leaving, and we are left alone, staring at the ruins left in their wake.
Feelings of shock and frustration fill us, but at same the time, they strangely also begin to subside. We look ahead and begin to rebuild. "This time, we will build it bigger and stronger", says David.
Not long afterwards, bulldozers again make their way up the hill. But this time they are here to build. Good people are beginning to flow up the hill, sleeves rolled up, to work well into the night, to rebuild and re-establish.