Black Wednesday in Dezful
Compiled by: Islamic Revelation Website
Translated by: Fazel Shirzad
2023-1-3
General Ghafarian was the commander of the Dezful Armored Brigade during Black Wednesday [1351] and the main factor behind this attack. On Wednesday, as usual, I always had these self-made grenades with me, which I threw at the soldiers. It was evening, I happened to be standing at an intersection called Simitree (Thirty-Metered) near Sabz Qaba and near the bridge where the personnel carriers and tanks were coming. They were coming towards the city and shooting. Almost everyone went inside the houses and the streets were empty and shooting. Almost everyone went into the houses and the streets were empty as the tanks opened fire. It was so loud that I thought it was cannon balls. I went inside one of the houses and then to the roof of that house, which was at the intersection, and chanted slogans.
The doors of the houses were open for people to enter. The roof was overlooking the street, most of the officers on these pick-up trucks were in plainclothes and loudly ordered what to do, the other pointed to shoot inside this car. They pressed the cars, among other things, they hit the shops and broke the windows. I myself saw that they were breaking the windows. I looked from the roof and people said they also stole some items from the watch shop. A tee, I prepared to throw to the carrier because I was overlooking that carrier; That is, if I threw it, it would be thrown on the same officers who were on top of the carrier. The owner of the house had come to see what was going on, he was standing at the front of the stairs and would not enter. He knew me and said: If you throw this so-and-so, they will surround our house and say. I think I hadn't turned it on yet, because if it did, it would be difficult to control it. I didn't think it was clear, that's why I stopped throwing it. In any case, I myself witnessed pickpockets crushing people's cars and breaking shop windows. Anyway, that day was a difficult day, the soldiers were retaliating because the people had demonstrated against the Shah so that the Shah would leave the country.[1]
[1]A Cry in the Silence (Memoirs of Hamid Asti), edited by Masoumeh Nizamlou, Tehran, Cultural and Artistic Institute and Publishing Center of Islamic Revolution Documents, 1400, pp. 120-122
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