16/9/1982 REMEMBRANCE DAY SABRA AND SHATILA MASSACRE.
15 septembre 2011, 08:08
On
16.09.1982, the Israeli army controlled West Beirut, sealed off the 2
Palestinian refugee camps Sabra and Shatila and fired shells at them.
Later, the Israeli military command gave the Israeli-allied Lebanese
Phalangist militia the green light to enter the refugee camps. For the
next 40 hours the Phalangist militia raped, killed, and injured a large
number of unarmed civilians, mostly children, women and elderly people
inside the “encircled and sealed” Sabra and Shatila camps. These
actions, accompanied or followed by systematic roundups, backed or
reinforced by the Israeli army, resulted in dozens of disappearances.
During the massacre, the Israeli army prevented civilians from escaping
the camps and arranged for the camps to be illuminated throughout the
night by flares launched into the sky from helicopters and mortars. (1)






The
number of victims varies between 700 (the official Israeli figure) and
3,500 (in the inquiry launched by the Israeli journalist Amnon
Kapeliouk). The exact figure can never be determined because, in
addition to the approximately 1,000 people who were buried in communal
graves by the ICRC or in the cemeteries of Beirut by members of their
families, a large number of corpses were buried beneath bulldozed
buildings by the militia members themselves. Also, hundreds of people
were carried away alive in trucks towards unknown destinations, never to
return. (1)




“What
we found inside the Palestinian Chatila camp at ten o’clock on the
morning of 18th September 1982 did not quite beggar description,
although it would have been easier to re-tell in the cold prose of a
medical examination … there were women lying in houses with their skirts
torn up to their waists and their legs wide apart, children with their
throats cut, rows of young men shot in the back after being lined up at
an execution wall. There were babies – blackened babies because they had
been slaughtered more than 24 hours earlier and their small bodies were
already in a state of decomposition – tossed into the rubbish heaps
alongside discarded US army ration tins, Israeli army medical equipment
and empty bottles of whisky …” Robert Fisk (2)



“Down
a laneway to our right, no more than 50 yards from the entrance, there
lay a pile of corpses. There were more than a dozen of them, young men
whose arms and legs had been wrapped around each other in the agony of
death. All had been shot at point-blank range through the cheek, the
bullet tearing away a line of flesh up to the ear and entering the
brain. Some had vivid crimson or black scars down the left side of their
throats. One had been castrated, his trousers torn open and a
settlement of flies throbbing over his torn intestines. The eyes of
these young men were all open. The youngest was only 12 or 13 years old …
” Robert Fisk (2)



“On
the other side of the main road, up a track through the debris, we
found the bodies of five women and several children. The women were
middle-aged and their corpses lay draped over a pile of rubble. One lay
on her back, her dress torn open and the head of a little girl emerging
from behind her. The girl had short, dark curly hair, her eyes were
staring at us and there was a frown on her face. She was dead … One of
the women also held a tiny baby to her body. The bullet that had passed
through her breast had killed the baby too. Someone had slit open the
woman’s stomach, cutting sideways and then upwards, perhaps trying to
kill her unborn child. Her eyes were wide open, her dark face frozen in
horror.” Robert Fisk (2)



On Thursday, there was shelling when the Israelis came, then it got
worse so we went down into the shelter. (…) We learned on Friday that
there had been a massacre. I went to my neighbours’ house. I saw our
neighbour Mustapha Al Habarat; he was injured and lying in a bath of his
own blood. His wife and children were dead. We took him to the Gaza
hospital and then we fled. When things had calmed down, I came back and
searched for my daughter and my husband for four days. I spent four days
looking for them through all the dead bodies. I found Zeinab dead, her
face burnt. Her husband had been cut in two and had no head. I took them
and buried them. Samiha Abbas Hijazi (3)
“When the massacre was
over, we went back and saw the corpses of the dead, including that of
our neighbours’ son Samir, who had been murdered. And under the corpses,
they had placed bombs as booby-traps.” Jamila Mohammed Khalife (3)


“There
was an explosion and the people ran, on the way back I saw dead bodies
on both sides of the road, women and old people. They had blown up the
corpses and the children were dead. I went home and the children weren’t
there. I spent four days looking for the children; my brother brought
my youngest son’s dead body; I had already seen my eldest son dead in
the pit.” Nazek Abdel Rahman Al Jammal (3)

“We
heard the screams and the massacre through the bathroom window. That’s
how we knew that they had gone into the shelter and taken everyone they
found there, including my relatives. On the Saturday, we escaped into
the inside of the camp. After that, my mother went back to see my
brothers and sisters, but she couldn’t recognise them because they were
so disfigured. All we knew was that they had been buried in the mass
grave. My father taught the child who survived (my father’s nephew) to
call him Daddy.” Amal Hussein (3)
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“When
I came back here I saw my daughter Fatima had been hit with an axe,
along with my little girl. I noticed that they had dug a ditch in the
ground and they had buried them alive in the ditch. The baby’s throat
had been slit. I also saw people who had been killed and pregnant women
with their stomachs ripped open. About thirty young people had been
massacred near our house, both Lebanese and Palestinian. They didn’t
spare anyone; they killed everyone they came across. In the home of our
neighbour Ali Salim Fayad, they had killed his wife and children. My
God, what can I say, what can I tell you? They had demolished the shops
in Sabra road and dug large ditches where they had buried the victims. I
saw about 400 children’s corpses. They upturned the earth and buried
them. From the twelve members of our neighbour’s family, eleven were
killed and only one escaped. ” Muhammad Ibrahim Faqih (3)“They went into
the area and took away about 18 young people, while confining us – men,
women and children – to the camp. I saw my brothers and some children
among the men they took away. While we were walking, we saw people who
had been killed with axes. Among them were doctors from Gaza hospital.
They lined them up and slaughtered them; then they started shooting at
us and killed a large number of people, including 18 of our neighbours’
sons. While they were shooting, the whole camp was surrounded by Israeli
tanks and all the diggers were Israeli. An Israeli patrol presented
itself to us and asked us to go to the Sports Centre. The men went,
while we women were taken to the Kuwaiti embassy. That’s how we saw them
loading the young people into the cars. Among those young people was my
brother. They blindfolded them and they loaded my brother in the car.
That’s how he disappeared and I have never seen him again since.” Bahija
Zrein (3)

The
shelter was full of women, men and children; a woman from Tel Al Zaater
was crying, saying, “This is what hap-pened at Tel Al Zaater.” A little
later, I went out of the shelter, and I saw armed men who were putting
the men against the walls. I saw a neighbour; they tore open her
stomach. Some woman came out of the house opposite and started waving
her scarf around, saying, “We must give ourselves up.” Suddenly I heard
my sister shouting, “They’ve cut his throat!” I thought that my parents
had been killed. I rushed to see them, carrying my daughter. They killed
my sister’s husband in front of me. I went up, I saw them shooting at
the men. They killed them all… The armed men left, taking with them the
men from the shelter. My husband was among them… a Lebanese woman came;
she had seen my husband holding my daughter. She had seen how my husband
had been killed by a Phalangist: with the blow of an axe to his head.
My daughter was covered in blood.” Nadima Yousef Said Nasser (3)


“I
saw only dead bodies on the ground, and I saw the Israelis and the
Phalangists passing by. I went back again and I went in through the
garden of our house; that’s when I saw my dead father. I went to the
house and I saw a basin. It was full of people’s heads. I fled.” Najib
Abdel Rahman Al Khatib (3)

“About
fifteen armed men positioned themselves at the window, and four of them
came in. The children screamed and cried, and we women screamed, too.
They put the men against the wall — my husband, my paternal cousin and
my brother – and they pumped them full of bullets in front of us. They
made us come out and lined us up in our turn against the wall, wanting
to pump bullets into us as well, but then they started arguing about who
would be the first to shoot. Then they took us to the Sports Centre and
took us into a room full of men, women and children. While guarding
that room, they were also sharpening their axes and preparing their
guns. ” Shahira Abu Roudeina (3)

“What
will always stick in my memory is of a little boy that had come from
the camps & his little body had no limbs. I can remember just
holding him, holding his little body close. He was covered with blood
and the life was running out of him. He was crying for his mother..They
had also bulldozed buildings with people still inside, families still
watching television, or having dinner. They bulldozed these people. They
massacred these people. I saw bodies, piles of bodies, heaped up,
mutilated & believe me they hadn’t been shot. It was like a scene
from what I would have imagined happened in WWII to the Jews. They had
been executed. Children, women, animals, anything that moved-they had
massacred…It was horror in there, it was horror. The stench, the
massacre. They are war crimes. But I shall certainly never forget. Of
all the horrors & atrocities & of the many things that have
happened to me when I was in Beirut, nothing can come close to what I
witnessed in these camps. Nothing.” Deborah Thornton-Jackson (4)
NEVER FORGET NEVER FORGIVE SABRA AND SHATILA
“Despite
evidence of what the UN Security Council described as a “criminal
massacre,” and the ranking of the Sabra and Shatila massacres in
humankind’s collective memory as among the most heinous crimes of the
20th century, the man found “personally responsible” for this crime, as
well as his associates and the people who carried out the massacres,
have never been pursued or punished.The United Nations
Security Council condemned the massacre with Resolution 521 (19
September 1982). This condemnation was followed by a 16 December 1982
General Assembly resolution qualifying the massacre as an “act of
genocide.” (1)
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