Intifada Diary: Ten Years After
December 1987 onwards
"'Odai: A close call"
We rented a flat that was for students at Hebron University who were from the northern part of the West Bank. They had left for home because Hebron University was closed and we took the flat, opposite to Hebron University. We used to move from one place to another because we had the keys for three or four different houses. It was one night in one place, the next in the other. I had two of my brothers with me and three friends of mine.

I remember on the night of the 30th of March 1988, we discovered that there was no tea or sugar in the apartment we were in. One of my friends, Abdullah, was going nuts without it. It was about 1:00am in the morning. I decided to go to one of the other houses to get some, and my little brother came with me. He was only 15 years old and had just been released three weeks ago from a two-month prison term, and he didn't want to stay at home where the soldiers could arrest him if I wasn't there. It was really crazy for us to be thinking of moving around on the roads at night as no one else would be outside. Nobody dared to drive at night, only the soldiers.
As I left our house, I noticed a car coming along the road. It was a private car, black with Israeli governmental plates. I realised on the way to the second house that he was following me. We managed to lose him a little, we arrived at the other house and got the tea and sugar. My brother said to me, "It will be risky to go back there." I told him, "No. We have to go back. Thery are waiting for us. They will think that we have been arrested."

We looked out on the streets. There was no one there, so we got in the car and drove. It was only two kilometres away. At one of the intersections, I saw the same car coming from a different way. I couldn't believe we had been stupid enough to drive at night to get some tea or sugar! Fuck Abdullah! He had made a fuss, saying, "We want tea! We need tea!" and here was I now in this situation!

The guy in the car kept trying to pass us but I didn't give him a chance. He had his full headlights on me and was honking the horn. I told my brother, "Listen. When I stop the car, you just jump out, and don't forget to take the tea and sugar with you." Ha! We weren't going to forget the tea. Luckily, there was a traffic island in the middle of the road, separating the two lanes. I had floored the gas pedal and was driving like mad, but he was even more crazy than me! When we reached the point where the traffic island began, I took the left lane, to put the concrete divider between us. Our house was down the next road on the left, so I screached round the corner, stopped the car, and my brother lept out carrying the tea and sugar! I could hear the squealing of the brakes of the other car as he tried to stop and find a way after us.

I jumped out and we found ourselves running through the fields, carrying this tea and sugar! Our house was only 200 metres away. When we arrived back and I told them the story, they said to us, "No, no! Why were you scared? You gave him a reason to suspect you." But I wasn't in a mood that night to gamble my life, which was why I had decided to escape. At night we always took shifts to keep watch.
See caption below A different kind of licence plate, this one from New York State. Dan McGowan, its proud owner and the photographer, reported that, "Many Americans asked if 'INTIFADA' was like an 'enchilada' or some other Mexican food. Such questions were funny, but they also had a serious side, namely, it opened the opportunity for me to tell them of the humiliation and deprivation suffered by the Palestinian people, not only under the Israelis, but previously under the Jordanians and Egyptians as well." McGowan founded Deir Yassin Remembered. His current licence plate? "D YASSIN", of course.


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