A not so short list that might actually aid the development of Palestine.

The Israeli-Palestinian conflict is an issue which people all around the world feel that they simply cannot be off any help to. I fully support Palestinian freedom and I believe that the only way to help the Palestinians is by boycotting American products.
The full extent of Palestinian oppression stems from the American's loyal support to Israel by supplying arms and machinery.
Please aid Palestinian freedom by boycotting the following American and Jewish companies.
Attached is an alphabetized list of the products which you could boycott. Please take note of the brands which you are accustomed with and keep a copy of this list handy.

This is our small attempt to create an impact in Palestinian nationalism. 


20th Century Fox

AOL Time Warner

Apex

Arsenal FC

Auchan

BALI

Ball park

Banana republic
Biotherm

Bryan

Buitoni

Calvin Klein

Carrefour

Champion

Choice Point

Clinique

CNN

Coca Cola

Daily telegraph

Danone

Delta Galil

Design Centre

DIM

Disney

Donna Karen New York

Dr Pepper

Estee Lauder

Fruitopia

Gap

Garnier
Georgia Lighting

Giorgio Armani

Gossard

Harper Collins
Hayes

Helena Rubinstein

Henri Bendel

Huggies

Hugo Boss

IBM

ICQ

Intel

Intimate brands

J.Crew

JCPenny

Jo Malone

Johnson&Johnson

Just my size

Kimberly-Clark

KitKat

Kiwi

Kleenex
Kotex

La Roche-Posay

Laboratories

Lancome

Leggs

Libby's

Lindex

L'Oreral

Lovable

Maggi

Maintenance Warehouse

Mark & Spencers

MAST Industries

Maybelline

McDonalds

National Geographic channel

Nescafe

Nestle

New York Post

Nokia

Nursery World

Origins

Perrier

Pilao

Playtex

Pryca

Ralph Lauren

Revlon

River Island

Sanex

Sara Lee

Schweppes

Selfridges&Co

Shreddies

Star

Starbucks
Sunkist

Superior coffee

The Home depot

The Sun

Timberland

Tommy Hilfiger

Vichy Laboratories

Victoria Secret

Villagers Hardware

Vittel
Wonderbra

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