So they have dug up the old boy at last. Irony of ironies. All his life Yasser Arafat feared assassination, and with good reason. The Israelis tried to bomb him from the air in Beirut in 1982 – but someone tipped ‘Mr Palestine’ off, and the Israeli bomb merely killed all the civilians in the building.
Many of his closest colleagues were assassinated by Mossad. But did the Israelis really want to bump him off eight years ago? With polonium-210?
A few thoughts. Cooped up in the besieged Muqata building in Ramallah, Arafat did not look after himself. Diplomats who visited him there in the last days were appalled at the lack of hygiene, the blocked lavatories, Arafat’s own physical deterioration.
Then came the flight to Paris and the Bercy military hospital where he died. In his last hours, the French would say nothing about the cause of death, but military medical personnel did try hard to discover why the resilient old man died. They found no clue. In Ramallah, he had shared his food with his colleagues and they survived.
But his closest confidants have since spoken of how Arafat would take a herb potion each morning. No one seemed to know where this potion came from – and no one else tasted it. Why did Arafat take this mysterious “medicine”?
Would the Israelis, who of course deny any involvement, try to liquidate the man with poison in order to avoid killing him publicly? In any event, he was by then a spent force, a ghost of Palestinian nationalism who was conned into the Oslo agreement, which destroyed him politically as surely as any polonium-210.
Suha Arafat said from the start that he had been poisoned. And it is much to al-Jazeera’s credit that they pushed to have his hat and urine stains from his pants examined in Switzerland. That’s when the polonium-210 was discovered and when Suha’s apparently wild claims had to be taken more seriously.
What no one has explained is how confirmation of this cause of death is going to reveal the culprit. Did the KGB – who killed off one of their own ex-agents in just such a way – supply the stuff to Palestinians who hated Arafat, or to Israelis?
It’s a rare thing to dig up an ex-president, although we’ve been fingering dead kings and presidents for a long time. French revolutionaries destroyed the graves of kings; it may turn out that Richard III has been resurrected. Salvador Allende’s body has been sent off to the morticians to see if he was executed. Arafat is in good company.