My father Abolhassan Diba,
Saghat-ed-Dowleh, with
Dr. Mosaddegh,
in Mosaddegh's house on Kakh Avenue, in the room where he
received all visiting statesmen. Photo taken before 28 Mordad
(August 19, 1953).
28th of Mordad
Written and photographed By Farhad Diba
August 19, 1998
Mosaddegh was my uncle and I have written his
biography (Dr.Mohammad
Mosaddegh: A political biography. London & New York, Croom
Helm,
1986), but I think that your younger readers would be more interested
in
my memories as a teenager in Tehran, during August 1953.
The town had been buzzing for the past few days and
all the action
was
on the streets. Tehran was far smaller then, and it was quite easy to
get
about from the Baharistan Square (in front of the Majless) to the
Bazaar,
or up to the university campus, the three main points of action. I
would
escape from home and roam around the streets, taking photos of street
scenes on Eslambol Avenue, looking towards Baharistan Square, Naderi
Avenue next to the British Embassy, and others. There are two photos of
truck tire tracks in blood, because someone had been killed there just
before.
The intensity of the demonstrations rose after the
failed "Nassiri"
coup d'etat of August 16 and culminated in the victory of the pro-Shah
mobs on August 19. Without going into the CIA involvement, the main
protagonist
of the pro-Shah faction was Shaban Bi-mokh (The Brainless), who started
out from the Zurkhaneh (the "gym") and marched up Avenue Hafez.
At the time, I was in the Park Hotel (on Hafez) and,
before they slammed
shut the heavy main gates, I slipped out and followed this quite scary
mob. Later, I was found by one of the people sent out to search for me
and taken to our garden in Shemiran, where my parents were frantically
expecting me. The next day, two army lorries drove to our gate and had
to be let in. The soldiers swarmed all over our house and garden, as
they
claimed that Mosaddegh was in hiding at his brother's house.
My father ran a summer extension of the Park Hotel,
called Park-e-Now
(New Park), on the old Shemiran Road (now Shariati), opposite the gas
station.
That place was totally sacked by the soldiers, and left in ruins, since
it belonged to Mosaddegh's brother. Next, we were kept under house
arrest,
until my father could secure the release of my sister and myself, to
return
to school in England.
A Footnote: The Mosaddegh Foundation has just recently been established
in Geneva, Switzerland, and the building is nearly completed. The aim
of
the Foundation is to bring under one roof ALL material dealing with
Mosaddegh. |
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