Thread by @RemEPOC

▶️Remembering 48 young men & women massacred at #AdiAbeto in 4 Nov 2004..👇

A thread on #AdiAbetoMassacre..

Remembering is also about few days in #Eritrea|s contemporary history, days that witnessed a barbarity that’s too horrific to imagine - almost beyond human imagination,

something that’s too painful to contemplate &, thus, self-serving to deny & forget. And, this is exactly why we must make a deliberate & conscious effort to remember z 4th of Nov 2004!

At z end of z 1998-2000 border war, #Eritrea|s 18-months National Service program mutated

into an indefinite mobilization of z population into "military" service, ostensibly in readiness for a potential #Ethiopia'n invasion. In reality, while some conscripts did serve within z army, most were either assigned to work on so-called “national development projects”, or

loaned to private firms controlled by army officers or PFDJ-owned companies &/or affiliate mining multi-national firms. Soon, when massive draft evasion, desertion & fleeing became an only way out of an “indefinite slavery”, z regime reacted by resorting to one draconian measure

after another, including summary executions, reprisals against families, & it embarked on building a huge network of prisons outside z rule of law in which acts of torture & cruel treatment r commonplace & committed with impunity.

“Giffa”, #Tigrinya for “press-ganging”, started

to be sanctioned frequently by z regime around this time; &, ever since, ad-hoc round-ups of anyone of age, sometimes even under- & over-age, without relevant documents - & often times even with requisite papers, became a common feature of everyday life across villages, towns, &

cities all over #Eritrea.

Nov. 4/2004 also started with an unusually intense “giffa” that started around noon, in #Asmara &…

An eyewitness account follows: "This week, I'm remembering one of z most painful nights: the night of the 4th of November of 2004. It’s nearly two yrs

since that terrible night. Even if I'm not good at writing in a foreign language, I’ll try to say something about our existence here in Eritrea because our world (the international community) seems to know so little.
Thursday, the 4th of November 2004, was the first time I saw

people being shot to death and falling right in front of me. Until noon of that day, it was just like any other Thursday. School was over at exactly twelve mid-day but I didn’t see the time when I was about to arrive home because I was so hungry I could eat a horse. I was 100

meters away when I encountered three soldiers – one with a stick and the two other with guns. One approached me and after asking for my menqesaqesi (an ID permit for moving around), he took it and kept it with him and the other soldier told me to join a group of young people.

They had rounded up other young people. Around fifty arrive in a truck from as far as the peripheries of Asmara – close to Bideho School to the south-east of the city. We couldn’t believe what was happening because there were thousands of young people surrounded by well-armed

soldiers standing at 3 meters from each other. We were encircled.
Nobody could imagine what could possibly happen – perhaps not even z soldiers. We were students in uniforms with books in our hands, teachers, people who were doing military service in Asmara & also many religious

people. At 5:30 pm, an order came and it said, “Send them to Adi Ab’yeto.”
We arrive there. The prison was already full. On one side, there was a building space with walls of 4 meters in height and a ground area of 60 by 70 meters - roughly.
We were forced to enter like a herd

of sheep. Each person had space for their two feet only. We stood as straight as a standing pole – cramped like sardines in a tin. We were divided in five groups. It was dark already.
At 7:00 in the evening, there was screaming all over the place. We started throwing stones at

the soldiers who were sitting outside the walls. Some have been hit on the head. They were ready to shoot.
After half an hour, some of the groups stopped protesting – including the one I was in. Later, it was our group that made things happen. We took a ten-minute pause to

organize ourselves. We burned car tyres that we found in one corner, started throwing more stones at the soldiers and pushing the wall together until we managed to break bits and pieces here and there. I don’t remember how many but some people were killed by the shootings.

The fire kept on burning. Now, when I watch TV and see people burning something, I know there must be a reason to do so.
When the wall collapsed, a lot of young people escaped – especially those who did not possess the ID permit for moving around. Many of these were shot & killed

by the soldiers & many were seriously wounded while others managed to escape.
At about 9:00 pm, hundreds of soldiers arrived with 3 armed vehicles to control & stop the uprising. First, they opened fire over our heads & it went on for five minutes (in the morning, we saw z walls

behind us sprayed with bullet holes that looked like ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;). From those who were in front, we could hear the last desperate voices. About ten were dead. Terrified & trying to run away from the soldiers, some had run to another part of the prison camp where they

were shot & their bodies were one on top of the other. At that moment, I saw the dead body of a 15-year-old boy beside my feet. He had long hair and was in his work uniform. We tried to pick him up but there was no point. He was already gone.
We spent the whole night standing on

our feet because we received strict orders not to move at all. In the morning, a friend of the dead boy was telling us (with tears in his eyes) that the boy used to work in the morning and go to school in the afternoon. He had to support his family because he was the eldest. His

father has been in military service since 1998,
Later, an ISUZU with military plate (EDF) arrives & takes away 15 dead bodies & those who were wounded and injured because, other than being shot at, some had received hand blows on their noses, heads and backs.

It was normal to see shirts soiled in blood from ones own or from some other person. We were so hungry that we could faint any minute. One by one, most were freed but we were kept till late Friday evening without eating or drinking.

Late in the morning, I saw something I couldn’t believe. Two young people, one armed & in military uniform, & the other with a blood-stained shirt from that painful night: one was telling the other about what happened z night before – each from his point of view. At times, they

were exchanging a laugh or two. They were brothers who fought against each other the night before."

#Eritrea|ns Let's Remember z #AdiAbetoMassacre, & those who died on z night of Nov. 4, 2004 & their families.

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