‘How butcher Sharon massacred my relatives’
By JAMAL KANJ
MY friend and I were on a cross-country flight from San Diego to Washington, DC on Saturday, September 18, 1982.
We arrived at our friends’ home with gleaming smiles, but were received with dejected expressions.
“Haven’t you heard the news?” they asked. “What news?” we replied.
“The massacre of Palestinian and Lebanese civilians in and around Sabra and Shatila camps,” was their wretched response.
