Memories of 1967: Saeb Erekat

 

In ‘67, Saeb Erekat was a 12-year-old boy from Jericho, who encountered a tank for the first time in his life. He tells Walla.co.il that, until the war, he didn’t even know he was a Palestinian.

 

 

“I was 12 years old when the war broke out", remembers Saeb Erekat, chief Palestinian negotiator and one of the most prominent politicians in the history of the Palestinian Authority. “My father was in the United States on a business trip, and I was with my mother and five of my brothers and sisters at our home in Jericho. I remember my mother was following events closely on Egyptian radio, and she looked sad", recalls Erekat. “At that time I didn't know much about politics, but I remember mostly that people were afraid; the sense of fear was particularly strong".

 

"On the Monday of the war, we were already seeing in Jericho people who were fleeing from the West Bank to Jordan, and who had stopped in the city on their way. I remember riding on my bicycle to go and watch the buses and cars that gathered in Jericho”. Erekat recalls with an effort: “I remember trying to look into the faces of the people; there were so many faces I had never seen before”.

 

Erekat also remembers meeting with soldiers from both sides during the war. "On the same day, I was on my way towards Terra Sancta School, which stands adjacent to the road junction as you leave Jericho. I saw a column of tanks approaching, and I watched them, mesmerized. One of the tanks stopped beside me, and out of it climbed an Arabic-speaking soldier. They were fraternal soldiers from Iraq, and the soldier asked me the way to Jerusalem. I don’t remember now exactly what I told him – this all happened when I was 12 - but what I remember very well is the painful scene on the road from Jericho towards the Dead Sea several hours later". Erekat hesitates for a moment as he digs into his memory and continues: "I remember this very clearly. The column of Iraqi tanks I had encountered previously in the city, was now destroyed, and blown up, and sending up a pillar of smoke”.

 

"Three days later I saw the first Israeli soldiers of my life", remembers Erekat. "First there was a flight of planes over Jericho, dropping pamphlets telling us to stay in our houses, and to raise over our roofs white flags of surrender. I remember this is what we did", says Erekat. "I remember mother looking for white sheets and hanging them outside the windows.”

 

Several hours later, the 12-year-old Erekat looked out of the window, and saw military vehicles. "I knew straightaway this was the Israeli army ", recalls Erekat, "and it felt very strange. The soldiers passed from house to house, ascertaining which houses still contained families and which had already been abandoned. I remember seeing soldiers coming out of a house: they were weighed down with objects, which they loaded onto a truck and drove away. The soldiers also took our neighbors’ car".

The young Erekat himself went later to the houses abandoned by those who, until the week before, had been his neighbors. "I have one particularly strong memory”, says Erekat, "of when I went to the house of neighbors who had already fled, and saw their chickens fighting in the yard, panic-stricken. I chased them and caught one and took it home to my mother, along with a donkey I also found in the yard.” But Erekat’s gift was not well-received. "I thought that mother would be pleased, but she was furious with me. She told me I had shamed the whole family, by taking something that didn’t belong to me. I remember this so clearly", confesses Erekat. “She beat me, and made me return the animals to the empty yard".

Erekat says there is a dividing line in his life between childhood and adulthood. “10 June 1967 marks the end of my childhood,” remembers Erekat. "Three months later the strikes had already begun. We had started to talk about occupation, and to write graffiti in Jericho against the occupation, whereas previously I wouldn’t have known what occupation or even graffiti was." According to Erekat, "even my own self-identity as a Palestinian didn’t exist before the war. Before the war, I thought that Palestinians were people who lived in refugee camps. I thought then that the people in the camps were Palestinians, whereas I was from Jericho".

 

"One of my first memories of the post-war period”, says Erekat, closing out the childhood period of his life, “is of when the Israeli army caught me writing graffiti on one of the walls. I don’t remember what exactly I wrote, maybe ‘End the Occupation’ or something like that, but I remember the soldiers took me in for questioning, and I got off with a caution. Later, when I went back to school, I immediately became a hero. All the children gathered round me and asked what it was like with the soldiers, and I had a certain status among them. This experience", concludes Erekat, "together with the experience of the war, told me that my childhood had ended, and I had entered a new stage in my life".

 

 

Translation, and all errors therein, by Lawrence of Cyberia.

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