Remembering Lebanon - Mémoire du Liban

12/29/2005

JIHAD SLEIMAN'S DEPOSITION

JIHAD SLEIMAN'S DEPOSITION

My name is Jihaad Sleimaan. I was in charge of the Security of Dr. Samir Geagea, the leader of the Lebanese Forces. I would like to speak about the conditions of my incarceration in the Ministry of Defense in Lebanon.

On the 28th of March 1994, we were besieged in Ghodras (the headquarters of the L.F.). Whilst I was leaving the area, I was arrested by the Lebanese Army. They gave my name on the wireless then a group arrived, took hold of me and covered my head with my jacket. I was thrown inside the Jeep and taken to the Ministry of Defense. There was no arrest warrant issued. On the way I was beaten up violently and my covered head was being kicked repeatedly by the soldiers. When we arrived to destination a soldier took hold of me whilst being blindfolded and ordered me to run rapidly with him whilst guiding me. I smashed head on onto a wall and collapsed onto the ground in the midst of laughter from soldiers who did not know my name. I was beaten with the base of rifles until blood came out of my hand. Four to five hours later and whilst I was standing blindfolded, I was summoned for interrogation. After I have been relieved from the blindfold I saw an officer who told me: " You're now in the Intelligence Section of the Ministry of Defense, we do not want anything from you but you need to answer every question we ask, It is the only way you will enter decent and respected and you'll walk out clean and whole. Do not give us any reason to show you the other alternative..."They called onto a jailer (and here I would like to mention, after 90 days experience, that every jailer was nick-named ATTIEH). They shouted " Attieh Blindfold him, take him to the bathroom, give him a pad of about one thousand paper and tell him what to do". The jailer took me and threw me onto the floor of a bathroom, he handed me the pad and told me:" You've got to fill up all these papers and you've got to tell us all the sh… you’ ve done, all the atrocities that you've perpetuated in your life, all those you've assassinated, all the drugs that you've taken, the thefts, the women you raped, everything that your master Samir Geagea delegated you to perform: the killings, the bombings, the assassinations, etc.. and if you do not write, poor thing, you'll never know what will happen to you " . I took the pad and started detailing the period of my life with the Lebanese Forces starting from 1980 until the present date .I filled about 20 pages and handed them to the interrogator. About One minute passed before he shouted at me " what is this? Are you laughing at us? Don't you know that we are aware of all this? We want the atrocities that you've perpetuated, we want everything that your master Samir Geagea ordered you to execute: the people that you killed; tell us how you bombed the church , how you killed president René Moawwad, Dany Chamoun, how you assassinated Rachid Karameh, you have to tell us all that in details , I am going to give you one more chance ; go and write again."

I took the pad again wondering what else to write especially when I was certain that we had absolutely nothing to do with all these crimes ...so I started thinking : I already told everything on the Lebanese Forces and on my role within it , about how the Lebanese Forces changed from a militia into an institution , about the rehabilitation programs , about the political school , about the military college and the graduation of Officers ,about the social and charitable programs like the public transport , the twinning program , the medical and educational subsidies , I even told them about our structure and the who is who in our hierarchy , I detailed my training , the battles I fought, the duties I assumed in the Military Police and all the details of the period in Ghodras , the Guards stations , the different offices , even the details of Dr. Geagea's home .

I felt I had nothing more to say ; I knew that the Lebanese Forces had nothing to do with all the killings, the bombings and the atrocities mentioned . I felt that a big scenario is being prepared and that they need to use me in order to arrest Dr. Geagea . I handed him the pad back . He said " Atieh , it seems that this animal is not understanding us . In any case he will be made to understand. Does he think himself more important than Fuad Malek ?" ; and here the long road of Calvary started .

Atieh took me and the torture began. I do not know where to start from ... The first thing I remember was being tied unto a chair with my feet caught between the seat and the back and being hit on the sole of my feet with an electric wire until my feet were bleeding profusely . He then untied me and threw me into a cell and told me " I am giving you 10 minutes , think hard and tell us what you've been asked to execute recently by Dr. Samir Geagea. If we do not get what we want after those 10 minutes, you'll experience something you don't like".

The 10 minutes passed and I gave the same answer as before :" I was not asked to execute any mission that involved any illegal attack on security or order." The jailer took me and hanged me on the Ballanco ( later in the conference our friend Fadi will explain to you the details of the Ballanco ). It is indeed the most difficult tool of torture that I suffered and I suppose this is true also for all my friends who were detained in the Ministry. The interrogator told me :" you will not come down of there until you start speaking ." Here I would like to stress that those interrogators arrest people and accuse them of all imaginable crimes ;Their end target was to formulate a scenario and extort all its predetermined elements through degrees of torture little by little until the victim learns the lesson and follows neatly their plan...They started increasing the dose of torture and used a variety of methods . More than once they told me : " Speak and have pity on yourself because you have one of two alternatives : either ending up in the Lunatic asylum like Georges Alam or becoming paralysed and your relatives will visit you in the disabled centre of Beit Chabab " .

I first thought that these threats were exaggerated but slowly the Calvary became more and more heavy . After the beatings I progressed unto the "Balanco" from there a new method called the " Magic Carpet " ( Fadi will tell you more about it ) was used at the end of which I was thrown into a cell with bilateral sprained and greatly swollen ankles . A person entered the cell and asked me if I was ill ." Do you need a doctor ? Do you lack anything ? " I answered "my legs are hurting " he asked me why ? , I did not dare and tell him that the reason was torture . I answered " because of a missed step " he replied " a missed step or the beatings on the soles?" I said " the torture Sir " he replied " it seems that you are not accustomed to tell the truth " he started shouting at me " if you do not tell them what they want , you are to suffer even more " he left and I knew that this was the Medical doctor ! . The interrogator returned and told me " I will try and speak to you once more . We possess reliable information that you and few others from Ghodras know in details everything about Dr. Geagea . You have to tell us everything ". I replied " I said everything I knew already " .He called unto Attieh and ordered him to do a good job . Attieh knows very well that in order to please his master he will induce the most suffering imaginable . He asks me to undress completely and wash and then orders me to bend forward in order to introduce a bottle in my back passage . I started begging him and implored him not to ; another one arrived and started whipping me ; a third one started punching me . They brought the bottle and put it underneath me and ordered me to sit on it . I started shouting ; here an interrogator came I begged him to give me time to speak . He took me and said " Son ,we do not want anything from you personally , you are very small fish . We want the head of your leader ;we want to crush him . Nobody is allowed to stand in our way . You will tell us how you bombed the Church " I answered " But Sir , I know absolutely nothing on the whole question of the Church . I never took part or Knew of anything that related to it or other illegal activities " He said " I am trying to help you . why suffer all this torture because they are determined and they know that you took part in the bombing . Tell us or else it will be very difficult on you " . I reiterated my innocence and the certainty that we had nothing to do with this . I detailed the meetings of Dr. Geagea in support of our innocence. He replied " In this case I wash my hands from you and let " the butcher " take over ".

The butcher is an interrogator . Others were nicknamed Hitler , Romel etc... The butcher ordered to hang me onto the "Ballanco" once more . The Calvary started again .He left me hanging for about half an hour during which I was crying and shouting in pain. He came back and said " You have bombed the church isn't it ?" I told him " As you wish Sir, anything you say Sir " . and thus in a moment of weakness and pain I crumbled and accepted to say what they want me to say in order to avoid any further suffering . I felt that whatever I am obliged to do now I would refute later on in Court . From there on I agreed to everything : that I killed president Moawwad,( they were insisting at first to accuse me and the Lebanese forces then they dropped this accusation ? ) ; that we killed Mr. Karami (the prime Minister) ;They tortured me very much to confess that I killed Monsignor Khoreish only to realise later after my release that I was in Germany at the time of the killing .They accused me of killing Mr. Dany Chamoun . During all this time I was hearing the same methods of interrogation and the same questions being asked to other friends of mine who were responding that they knew absolutely nothing about it .

Returning to the Church bombing , and after collapsing into submission he was asking me " you brought the time fuses didn't you ? " I answered " yes sir " He said " to whom did you give them " I answered " I brought the time fuses and gave them to Joseph Rizk " Here the interrogator was seemingly satisfied that I was beginning to understand them so they started to increase the level of torture and intimidation he said " Son this does not fit in well . It is not Joseph Rizk that took the time fuses it was Dr. Geagea wasn't it ? " I answered " Yes Samir Geagea Sir . I brought the time fuses and gave them to Samir Geagea ." He replied " Samir Geagea is not going to keep the time fuses in his office is he? he told you to give them to an engineering officer isn't it animal ?

I felt that everything was being drawn according to a predetermined scenario at the end of which anybody will deduce that Dr. Geagea was behind the bombing of the Church. From there on I remember well that between each and every word I was being subjected to electrical shocks , I still carry on my body the evidence of all this.

I was always hoping to renounce all these fabricated confessions in front of the Judge of Interrogation or the Court within a fair system of Justice. So when they were threatening me about referral to the Judge I hoped ,deep into my heart , to be able to escape from the hell I was living into and tell the whole truth . I was looking forward to be moved to a civil jail and then I will be able to consult with a lawyer . I should also stress that until this time I was prevented from receiving any visitor , family or lawyer.

On one occasion I gathered all my strength again , and whilst praying I decided to fight back. I waited to be seen by the Judge again and told him "all my depositions were made under duress. If you want the truth I do not have anything to do with all these bombings , assassinations or anything else". After this they took me again through the road to Calvary with more and more sophisticated torture. During all the period from 28/03/94 till 16/04/1994 I was kept standing, deprived of food , water and sleep for a span of three to four days at a time. I was naked ,blindfolded, my hands were tied behind my back whilst I was facing the wall with my legs widely spread apart. They used to walk on my toes ,electrocute me at will and at times when I could take no more I used to collapse on the floor . I also experienced a weird feeling of detachment from my environment called in medical terms a Trance or Fugue. I imagined myself back in Ghodres assuming my usual responsibilities. They used here to hit me and kick me on the head .They used to come and wake me up with electric shocks. I know during one of those times I collapsed and was wounded on my head. It was a big ,deep wound ; they carried me , threw me back into my cell and left me to sleep for a long time. They woke me up and asked me to get dressed and try to make myself look smart. I thought my parents or somebody else was coming to see me at last. They took me to a room and removed my blindfold. I saw in front of me a man dressed in civil clothes. I knew him straight away he was the interrogation judge Joseph Freiha. I had seen him on TV, before my arrest, making declarations and accusing the Lebanese forces of the church bombing. He said to me: "Stand up and put your hands behind your back, son." I blessed myself and did as he asked. He looked at me and started shaking his head saying" If you see me in civil clothes , do not think you can take any advantage." "No Sir. , But this is a new and different environment . It is only for this reason that I blessed myself " I replied . Then he started the interrogation, I quickly realised that nothing had changed. From the room of Judge Freiha you could still hear the screaming and crying from the other rooms, as before, it was so loud on one occasion that the Judge had to ask the soldiers in the room to go and calm it down so that we could hear each other. Despite all this, I was still hoping the judge was going to move me into a civil jail and allow me to appoint a lawyer for myself or release me because I was innocent. I was grabbing at straws. All of a sudden, after a silence, the screaming recommenced from the next room. I recognised the voice of my friend Fawzi Al Rassi. I could hear Fawzi saying " I had nothing to do with the story of Dany Chamoun, I know nothing about it ". I heard another voice ordering: " Attieh, hang him on the Ballanco , I heard a noise which sounded like they were hanging someone on the Balanco. I could hear from the screams that they were electrocuting him ; I heard another one say " Get the acid, and dip his feet in little by little". I could hear Fawzi screaming in terror, "NO, NO," then suddenly his voice stopped . I heard lots of movements but I never heard his voice again. I didn't know then what happened but I found out after I have been released that he died on that day at their hands ... When the judge had finished with me, they took me to the corridor and made me stand facing the wall . Someone gave me a sandwich ; a man called "The big Master" the head of the Intelligence unit ,the officer Jamil Sayed passed and saw me eating. ( They used to call me Abou Hamam-The father of pigeons ). He said " who allowed him to eat or sleep before he tells the truth". I told him " Sir I just told the judge all what I know" he replied " What truth is that. The judge himself asked us to punish you. Now you will not sleep or eat...." One of the guards grabbed the sandwich from my hand and I know that for more than three days they kept me standing with my legs spread open without food or drink until I collapsed unconscious on the floor .

Because of the lack of food and sleep and because of the torture they realised I was beginning to break down. They devised a new method of torture whereby they made me stand, arms and feet apart, and scream " The Pigeons are Flying " and lower my arms screaming " The Pigeons are landing" thus the naming of Abou Hamam . This was repeated endlessly for days and nights . I lost my sense of time . Because I was dehydrated, my mouth was so dry at times that I could not speak, they responded by giving me electric shocks or punching or lashing me with the whip. They used to gather , seven or eight of them , to watch the show. The name Abou Hamam was given to me for seventy days at least in the Ministry of Defense. They treated me like a clown. When they began to allow me to sleep, one of them used to wake me up and told me I had an interrogation. He would blindfold me, cuff me and say to me " Fly fly bird..." They used to make me sing. I used to hear the " big master" and all his subjects laughing.

Because I was an officer in the headquarters of the Lebanese Forces, I knew most of the people that were arrested in this section i.e. around 70/80. Every time there was a new prisoner they would make me go into a room with them and say whatever they told me. They would ask me questions and make me repeat pre-prepared answers to demoralize the new prisoners. They would make me say that their wives or mothers were having affairs with X,Y,Z. They would ask the new prisoner " Do you know Jihad Sleiman, he would reply " Yes he's an officer in Ghodras" ( Headquarters of the Lebanese Forces). They would say "look what has happened to him. If you don't tell us what we want ( meaning their prepared statement) the same thing will happen to you " . The interrogator would then scream " Bring Abou Hamam". When the boys saw me they were afraid and demoralised and would begin telling stories thinking it would save them from the same torture. They would call me three or four times a day to play this game . I know this is what happened to the prisoners: Rafiq Saade ,Kamil Karam , Girges El Khoury , Hanna Attiq and many others .

What I want to say now is very important . They were pushing me to admit my involvement in the bombing of the church and the assassination of Dany Chamoun and his family telling me I would be released if I said that. Because, according to them, I was very small fish and they didn't want me, they wanted (the head) my boss. I denied my involvement .one of the soldiers said " Sir , its ok ,The animal in the other room just admitted his involvement in Chamoun's case." The investigator would turn to me and say " Admit you've done the church and let's finish. Then you can go home. We know you're just a soldier following orders. We will bring your boss to the prison."

It was one month before I was allowed to see a lawyer and instruct him to defend me. Even then they did not allow him to talk to me .They asked him to obtain a permission from the interrogation judge before he saw me again. After a few days my interrogator said to me " Abou Hamam, they are saying outside you are either dead or crazy and now they are sending one of your religious people in black, you call him what, a priest or a bishop?? to ask about you. Now you are going to meet him. You will tell him everything is OK. and there is no torture whatsoever . If you don't we will kill you when he has gone. You tell him you're here for questioning because the party you belong to is involved in serious allegations " . They took me up I saw the Bishop, Bechara Al-Rahi, sitting between the two judges, Freiha and Hounein, and a few other people. The judges were telling him " Don't worry Father we're the protectors of the Christians and the boys are OK in here. I had to tell the Bishop that everything was OK. The Bishop told me he was going to tell this to the press. When we had finished they sent for me. The interrogator said" Good you've done well. Not like this animal Hanna Atiq who said things he shouldn't have. It comes to my mind now that my old friend Hanna Attiq ended up a few days later in hospital in a coma for 10 days.

After that event they were easier with me, but I could always hear my friends screaming " I don't know", this is the truth" or " Mother Mary, Jesus please save us." I could hear the interrogator saying to them " Forget it, neither Jesus nor Mary are going to help you here. Screaming won't help. Here you have to say "Yes Sir", and tell us about the involvement of Samir Geagea ".

Every time I heard the screams I couldn't eat or sleep. I stayed there for 90 days hoping that they would move me to a civil prison. Every time I heard someone scream when he was on the Ballanco or being electrocuted or I heard the squeak of a door I would feel a terrible pain in my stomach, I would shiver. I felt at the edge of utter despair trying to shut out the sounds of the screams. Even so I could hear every one of them, every electric shock.

I will describe this prison for you. There is a long corridor with 16 rooms full of prisoners. In the corridor were 50 prisoners cuffed , blindfolded and lying on the floor. Everyone could hear all the interrogations, the torture, and the screams.

Finally it is really terrible that they are continuing with court cases built on statements signed by us under duress.

After torture we were forced to sign these statement, blindfolded, by a man called al Mukhtar (the mayor). The same man used to stand under the Ballanco with a piece of paper ; he would say " sign this paper and go home or stay on the Balenko " The same man used to hand those papers to the judge of interrogation . He belongs also to the Intelligence services .The interrogators were on very good terms with Judges and I know the judges were fully aware of the methods of interrogation used to obtain "depositions". At the end I saw the faces of my interrogators and I recognised them as the same men present in the office of Judge Freiha during my first appearance there .

I feel terribly bitter at being tortured for 90 days in the Ministry of Defense, accused of bombing a Church I had defended with everything I have for 15 years ,only to find that they wanted to put Dr. Geagea in Jail . I would like to challenge the Lebanese Government , through the Media present today , that with adequate guarantees I am prepared to face and challenge every person who was mentioned in this press conference with all the facts that were detailed and bear witness to the truth.

FADI MOUHANNA'S DEPOSITION

FADI MOUHANNA'S DEPOSITION

Indeed I am not going to repeat what my colleague Jihad Sleiman has reported. Allow me to reveal to you how we were detained with Dr. Samir Geagea and the ordeals we have encountered. My name is Fadi Muhana, I am a Lebanese National born in Lebanon and I was appointed as the bodyguard of Dr. Geagea's wife Mrs. Sethrida for the period of three and a half years and my domain was only set on this protection.

During 21st of April, a Colonel in the Lebanese Army called "Salloum" came to arrest Dr. Geagea and drove him to the Ministry of Defense. Colonel "Salloum" has given his word of honour to keep Mrs. Sethrida 's guards whom she already has for her protection, but he failed to keep his promise by appearing half an hour later and arresting everyone in "Ghadres" throwing them inside a military truck like animals regardless of any sense of humanity. Elderly people, women and men were abducted and they stole everything that they could lay their hands upon. All the arrests and thefts took place without any legal basis or any warrants of arrests. Despite all this the judges are reluctant to address this issue and have stated that all has been well.

I want to stress that the Ministry of Defense is not a prison by anybody's standard. It is more a torture centre falling directly under the control of the Intelligence Services. In reality it is a butchery place. This is the most suitable description:

1)"The Ballanco": On many occasions we have had our wrists cuffed behind our back and wrapped with pieces of clothes in order to avoid slipping. The handcuffs are attached with a rope through a pulley on the ceiling and down unto the soldiers hands. The rope is pulled and all our body weight is carried by our shoulder joints backwards. The nerves crossing the shoulder are pulled and stretched causing serious damage and severe pain to the extent of collapse.

2)"The flying Carpet": They would put us flat facing the ground, the chair is put on our backs in order to tighten our limbs forcefully against the legs and back of the chair and bend us the opposite way by pulling the rope rigidly between our legs and arms the opposite direction. I do not need to mention the agony and endless torment we got exposed to. The kicking on the head and the electric shocks whilst in this position resulted in serious damages to our back. We are still suffering from back pain today.

3) "Al Falak": whipping the sole of the feet with electric wires or whips is a familiar means of torture in the Ministry of Defense. They would lay us flat on our backs, our legs raised high and tied onto the chairs with a rope and whipping our barefoot with electric wires until they bleed profusely.

4) "Electric Shocks": They utilise an electric rod which produces a very high voltage and use it on our eyes, arms, legs, groins and other parts of our bodies. They used to order one of the soldiers to take a photo of us after electrocution in order to show it to us "before we meet our maker".

5) "Air Injections": They would threaten us to inject our bodies with air before getting the coroner to make a report of "heart attack". They threatened to throw our bodies in Babda Hospital 's morgue (Government Hospital) and in three days our bodies will be picked up by our families who would not be able to prove anything. This is precisely how the late Mr. Fawzi Al Rasi was killed. The Government refused an independent autopsy to be performed and the coffin was not allowed to be opened . The family was unable to see Mr. Al Rasi after his murder. Moreover I would like to mention that all hospitals were threatened and strictly ordered not to give any medical reports on any sign of torture after we were released from the Ministry of Defense.

6) "The stick stand": They would make us stand days, our chins leaning on a pointed, tall wooden stick, handcuffed backwards and absolutely motionless. If any sudden movement occurs beatings, electric shocks and whippings would fall upon us. They would even make a game of how long we can endure this suffering. I distinctly remember how I stood in such a position from a Thursday evening until Sunday.

Adding to our extremely painful physical torture, they utilised psychological torment by making up sexual stories about our families. They wanted to break us psychologically. They made us see Dr. Geagea blindfolded, handcuffed and standing by the wall, legs apart and told us: "Go and tell others what you have witnessed, your cause is over, tell us everything you know, save yourself now that your leader is finished".

I was detained, tortured and released without any reason nor any legal justification or formality. Upon my release I was threatened not to be involved in politics, social activities, or even clubs nor to take part in any normal gathering where it involves friends or otherwise they would capture me again. In addition, I had to be ready to be called in at any time they wish, even during midnight and the early hours of the morning and had to unwillingly be driven to the Ministry of Defense. Therefore, it took me a great deal of thoughts and determination to come to the decision of leaving my beloved country denied of essential freedom and searching for Human Rights, security and peace.

12/05/2005

D’autres charniers pourraient être découverts dans la Békaa et à Tripoli

D’autres charniers pourraient être découverts dans la Békaa et au Nord

À Majdel Anjar, on raconte la torture exercée par les bourreaux syriens

L’exhumation des restes de squelettes retrouvés dans un charnier de Anjar, à proximité du sanctuaire d’al-Nabi Ouzeïr, s’est arrêtée hier. Mais les pelleteuses des FSI étaient toujours sur le site. Selon des sources concordantes, des fouilles seront prochainement entreprises dans d’autres endroits de Anjar, ville qui a abrité le quartier général des services de renseignements syriens pour tout le Liban pendant un peu moins de trente ans. Les fouilles seraient entreprises dans deux endroits de la localité : dans un terrain vague de la plaine et à proximité de ce qu’on appelle « l’usine d’oignons », où les bourreaux syriens interrogeaient et torturaient des Libanais capturés à travers tout le territoire du pays.

L’endroit en question constituait pour les prisonniers la dernière étape avant la libération, l’acheminement vers une geôle syrienne ou la mort. On ne saura probablement jamais le nombre de ces Libanais qui ont péri sous la torture à Anjar ou dans d’autres localités du pays ayant abrité des centres de services de renseignements syriens. « Des fouilles seront menées à proximité de tous ces centres », a indiqué l’agence al-Markaziya, précisant que « la troupe a déjà pris des mesures dans ce sens à Tripoli, notamment dans les secteurs de l’École américaine, de Mar Maroun et de Haykalié ». Al-Markaziya a également souligné que le dossier des charniers sera discuté lors de la prochaine réunion du Conseil des ministres.

Pour en revenir aux ossements découverts en week-end, trois médecins légistes, Fouad Ayoub, Naji Seaïbi et Bilal Sablouh ont été chargés de l’affaire. Ils sont parvenus jusqu’à présent à rassembler onze squelettes. Des tests ADN devraient être effectués plus tard et pourraient aider à l’identification des victimes. Cette opération pourrait prendre plus d’un mois. Selon les experts, les ossements retrouvés datent de 5 à 20 ans. Deux petits crânes, ceux d’enfants, ont été retrouvés.

Le moukhtar de Majdel Anjar, Chaabane Ajami, qui avait donné l’alerte en vain il y a cinq ans, a indiqué, hier, à L’Orient-Le Jour, qu’une « trentaine de crânes ont été retrouvés, certains d’entre eux avaient les yeux bandés ». Il a également souligné que « quand il avait découvert le charnier en 1999, des cadavres n’étaient pas encore entièrement décomposés. Ils étaient ensevelis à cinq centimètres du sol et attiraient beaucoup d’animaux, notamment des renards et des chiens errants ». Il a ajouté que « quand les autorités lui avaient conseillé de se taire, il a décidé de déverser plus de terre sur les corps et de ne plus en parler ».

Fragments d’os et cailloux confondus

M. Ajami a voulu ainsi respecter ces morts anonymes, préserver leurs corps des charognards. Hier, les travaux se sont arrêtés dans le charnier, mais le site n’a pas été protégé. Déjà les ossements avaient été exhumés à l’aide de pelleteuses et le sol n’a pas été passé au tamis. Plus d’un, parmi ceux qui se sont rendus sur place hier, ont marché par mégarde sur des débris humains, des fragments d’os que l’on peut très facilement confondre avec de simples cailloux...

« Ce sont les souvenirs laissés par Rustom et al-Nabi Youssef », lance un habitant de Majdel Anjar venu sur place. D’un signe de la main, il indique l’endroit où habitait le chef des services de renseignements syriens pour le Liban, le général Rustom Ghazalé. Il se retourne, pointe du doigt l’autoroute, plus exactement un hangar visible à partir du sanctuaire d’al-Nabi Ouzeïr : la caserne syrienne où des Libanais étaient emprisonnés, interrogés et torturés sous la supervision du général Youssef Abdé, alias al-Nabi Youssef.

D’ailleurs cet habitant, qui a requis l’anonymat, n’écarte pas la possibilité de l’existence d’un charnier non loin de la caserne en question, connue par les habitants sous l’appellation de « l’usine d’oignons ».

Il n’est pas le seul habitant de Majdel Anjar à être de cet avis. Comme tous les autres, il raconte que « les Syriens ont emporté avec eux, en quittant le Liban, quatre camions remplis de terre recueillie dans le périmètre de la caserne, où ils devaient jeter les corps de ceux qui mouraient sous la torture ».

Le moukhtar de Majdel Anjar confirme l’information. D’autres habitants vont plus loin, indiquant que « ces camions ont été vidés de leur contenu une fois la frontière libano-syrienne franchie, dans un terrain vague au niveau de Jdeidet Yabous (Syrie) ».

La haine qu’un bon nombre d’habitants voue aux troupes syriennes est incommensurable à Majdel Anjar. Selon les témoignages, la moitié des hommes du village ont séjourné dans cette caserne tenue par « al-Nabi Youssef, un boucher ».

Toujours selon les témoignages des habitants, al-Nabi Youssef est arrivé au début des années quatre-vingt à Anjar. Il était simple capitaine. C’est affublé du titre de général qu’il a quitté le Liban, au printemps dernier. Il était connu pour sa férocité. « Sous la torture, ses victimes ne connaissaient plus ni Dieu ni diable, il n’y avait plus que lui qui existait… d’où sous surnom d’al-Nabi (prophète) », indique une de ses anciennes victimes, qui a, entre autres, été battue à l’aide d’un fouet en cuivre.

Abbas, qui a été emprisonné durant six jours en 1995 dans la caserne en question, raconte : « Nous n’avions pas le droit de parler aux autres prisonniers. Je savais qu’ils venaient de plusieurs régions du Liban. C’est par miracle si je j’en suis sorti. »Il évoque une forme de torture pratiquée par al-Nabi Youssef : le tapis volant où le prisonnier est allongé sur le dos et ligoté sur une planche en bois. Ses pieds et ses mains sont tirés vers le bas pour provoquer une pression au niveau du dos. « Cette pression se poursuit jusqu’à ce que vous passiez aux aveux. » Et si vous n’avez rien à avouer ? « Vous inventerez quelque chose pour que la torture cesse », répond tout simplement Abbas.

La torture au quotidien

Insaf Bou Haïkal, dont le fils Fawzat a été arrêté, en 1985, à l’âge de 22 ans par les troupes de Damas et transféré en Syrie, parle à l’instar de toutes les mères de détenus des recherches effectuées, des pots-de-vin versés et des humiliations subies. Elle est sûre que son fils se trouve en Syrie et à aucun moment n’envisage le fait que Fawzat soit enseveli dans un charnier.

Insaf parle de la torture dans « l’usine d’oignons ». Précisons dans ce cadre que l’usine en question a fermé ses portes avec l’arrivée des troupes syriennes à Anjar, en 1976. Elle était constituée de hangars destinés au rangement des oignons. La caserne qui servait d’endroit pour l’interrogatoire est située non loin de là, en face d’un entrepôt frigorifique où des fruits et des légumes sont emballés pour être exportés. Cet entrepôt, qui est mitoyen à la caserne, a fonctionné tout le long de la période de la présence syrienne au Liban.

La mère du détenu indique, citant les propos des employés de l’entrepôt : « Les Syriens pendaient les gens par les pieds. Quand leurs mains devenaient bleues, ils défaisaient leur chaîne, leur plongeaient la tête dans un seau d’eau. Les prisonniers reprenaient connaissance et ils étaient pendus à nouveau. »

C’est le visage blême, les traits tirés et le regard dans le vide que les employés de l’entrepôt que nous avons interrogés parlent de la torture. « Cette prison était surtout fonctionnelle de 1980 à 1991, durant les pires moments de la guerre. Les prisonniers arrivaient les yeux bandés. Nous savions d’où ils venaient grâce aux voitures qui les amenaient… On s’était habitué à les identifier, grâce au va-et-vient… En 1985, il y avait beaucoup de prisonniers appartenant au mouvement al-Tawhid de Tripoli. En 1989 et 1990, c’était surtout des membres des Forces libanaises et des aounistes », raconte un employé qui a voulu garder l’anonymat. « Beaucoup d’entre nous ont été arrêtés et passés à tabac. Les Syriens voulaient nous effrayer pour que l’on garde le silence. Ils ont réussi », dit-il, ajoutant qu’un « mois avant le départ des troupes de Damas, les prisonniers ont été acheminés par étapes dans des camions en partance vers la Syrie ».

Mohammed, lui, veut témoigner à visage découvert pour son frère Ahmed Hammoud, arrêté et transféré en Syrie au tout début de la guerre.

Mohammed travaillait en 1985 dans l’entrepôt. Comme tous les employés, il voyait la torture, entendait le bruit des fouets qui claquaient sur la peau des prisonniers et les cris de douleur. « Quand j’étais là-bas, il y avait surtout des membres du Tawhid de Tripoli. Je les reconnaissais à leur manière d’implorer Dieu sous la torture. »

Il affirme que « la caserne abritait six chambres, où des dizaines de jeunes hommes étaient emprisonnés. La torture se passait en plein air devant nous, ou dans les étables à chevaux, au rez-de-chaussée. Mais nous n’osions pas regarder ».

Lui-même a été une fois arrêté et battu. Il en a perdu l’ouïe durant quinze jours. Comme la plupart des employés de l’entrepôt, Mohammed, qui n’a pourtant travaillé que sept mois à proximité de la caserne, entend jusqu’à présent les cris des détenus qui retentissent dans sa tête.

Il sait qu’un certain nombre d’entre eux ont dû périr sous la torture. Il sait aussi que les Syriens ont agi au Liban en toute impunité. Et il veut que justice soit faite. Il n’est pas le seul.


Patricia KHODER, L'Orient-Le Jour - 6 Décembre 2005