ADC Remembers Sabra-Shatilla: The Forgotten Refugees

The Forgotten Refugees

Washington, D.C. | | September 16, 2017

This September will be the thirty-fifth anniversary of the Sabra-Shatilla Massacre in West Beirut. Three thousand unarmed refugees were massacred from 15-18 September 1982.

I was then a young orthopaedic trainee who had resigned from St Thomas Hospital to join the Christian Aid Lebanon medical team to help those wounded by Israel’s invasion of Lebanon. That invasion, named Peace for Galilee, launched on 6 June 1982 mercilessly bombarded Lebanon by air, sea and land. Beirut city was held siege. Water, food, electricity and medicines were blockaded. This resulted in untold deaths and wounded, with 100,000 made acutely homeless.

I was seconded to the Palestine Red Crescent Society to take charge of the orthopaedic department in Gaza Hospital in Sabra- Shatilla Palestinian refugee camp, West Beirut. I met Palestinian refugees in their bombed out homes and learnt how they became refugees in one of the 12 Palestinian refugee camps in Lebanon. Till then I never knew Palestinians existed.

They recalled they were driven out of their homes in Palestine in 1948, often fleeing massacres and at gun-point. They fled with whatever possessions they could carry and found themselves in neighbouring Lebanon, Jordan and Syria. The United Nations put them in tents while the world promised they would return home soon. That expectation never materialised. Since then the 750,000 refugees, comprising half of the population of Palestine in 1948, continued to live in refugee camps in the neighbouring countries. This year is the 69th year of their living as refugees. The initial 750,000 has since grown to 5 million. Palestine was erased from the map of the world and is now called Israel.

Soon after my arrival the PLO (Palestine Liberation Organisation) evacuated. It was the price demanded by Israel to stop further relentless bombardment of Lebanon and to lift the ten-week military blockade. Fourteen thousand able-bodied men and women from the PLO evacuated with the guarantee by Western powers that their families left behind would be protected by a multinational peace-keeping force.

Those leaving were fighters, civil servants, doctors, nurses, lecturers, unionists, journalists, engineers and technicians. The PLO was the Palestinians’ government in exile, and the largest employer. Through evacuation, fourteen thousand Palestinian families lost their breadwinner, often the father or the eldest brother, in addition to those killed by the bombs.

That ceasefire lasted only three weeks. The multinational peace-keeping force, entrusted by the ceasefire agreement to protect the civilians left behind, abruptly withdrew. On 15 September several hundred Israeli tanks drove into West Beirut. Some of them ringed and sealed Sabra-Shatilla to prevent the inhabitants from fleeing. The Israelis sent their allies; a group of Christian militiamen trained and armed by them, into the camp. When the tanks withdrew from the perimeter of the camp on the 18 September, they left behind 3,000 dead civilians. Another seventeen thousand were abducted and disappeared.

Our hospital team, who had worked non-stop for 72 hours, was ordered to leave our patients at machine-gun point, and marched out of the camp. As I emerged from the basement operating theatre, I learnt the painful truth. While we were struggling to save a few dozen lives, people were butchered by the thousands. Some of the bodies were already rotting in the hot Beirut sun. The images of the massacre were deeply seared into my memory. They included dead and mutilated bodies lining the camp alleys. Only a few days before they were human beings full of hope and life, rebuilding their homes, talking to me, trusting that they would be left in peace to raise their young ones after the evacuation of the PLO. These were people who welcomed me into their broken homes. They served me Arabic coffee and whatever food they found, simple fare but given with warmth and generosity. They shared with me their broken lives. They showed me faded photographs of their homes and families in Palestine before 1948 and the large house keys they still kept with them. The women shared with me their beautiful embroidery, each with motifs of the villages they left behind. Many of these villages were destroyed after they left.

Some became patients we failed to save. Others died on arrival. They left behind orphans and widows. A wounded mother begged us take down the hospital’s last unit of blood from her to give to her child. She died shortly afterwards. Children witnessed their mothers and sisters being raped and killed.

The terrified faces of families rounded up by gunmen while awaiting death; the desperate young mother who tried to give me her baby to take to safety; the stench of decaying bodies as mass graves continued to be uncovered will never leave me. The piercing cries of women who discovered the remains of their loved ones from bits of clothes, refugee identity cards, as more bodies were found continue to haunt me.

The people of Sabra Shatilla returned to live in those very homes where their families and neighbours were massacred. They are a courageous people and there was nowhere else to go to. Since then, other refugee camps were also blockaded and attacked and people killed. Today, Palestinian refugees are denied work permits in 30 professions and 40 artisan trades outside their camps. They have no passports. They are prohibited from owning and inheriting properties. Denied the right of return to their homes in Palestine, they are not only born refugees, they will also die refugees and so will their children.

But for me, painful questions need to be answered. Not why they died, but why were they massacred as refugees? After 69 years, has the world forgotten? How can we allow a situation where a person’s only claim to humanity is a refugee identity card? These questions have haunted me since I met them. They have yet to receive an answer.

Dr Swee Chai Ang, Consultant Orthopaedic Surgeon

Founder Medical Aid for Palestinians

Author: From Beirut to Jerusalem, Dr Ang Swee Chai, The Other Press

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