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- Dec. 16, 1991: The Hostages:Delivered From Evil
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- Dec. 16, 1991 The Smile of Freedom
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- HOSTAGES, Page 16
- COVER STORY
- Delivered From Evil
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- <p>By Nancy Gibbs
- </p>
- <p> It was a cold day in hell when Terry Anderson won his
- freedom at last. The snow fell hard in Mount Lebanon as he spent
- the last 24 hours pacing in his cell, playing solitaire by
- candlelight and listening to the BBC broadcast stories of his
- progress on the road to Damascus. Those last hours passed with
- infernal slowness; his captors continued to argue over whether
- to let him go at all. But when at last the path to freedom
- cleared, he appeared to a world captured in a camera lens, and
- all was finally well.
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- <p> What is the best unit of measure for courage? Is it
- registered in the 2,455 days lost, the countless millions of
- ribbons tied, the prayers asked, the letters sent, the rumors
- of death, the hopes dashed and then raised again? Where did he
- find the generosity of spirit to smile when he walked out of
- captivity into a roomful of colleagues and told them, "You can't
- imagine how glad I am to see you. I've thought about this moment
- for a long time, and now it's here, and I'm scared to death. I
- don't know what to say."
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- <p> In a way, what was most impressive was what he didn't say.
- Here was a man who had been wrapped like a corpse from head to
- foot in adhesive tape and moved from one hiding place to
- another in a coffin. With the others, he endured beatings and
- blindfolds and boredom, months spent chained to furniture,
- months without bathing, without real food or his professional
- staple, news of the world outside his grave. And yet there was
- no hatred, little bitterness, only that great wide smile and a
- promise of forgiveness that prompted the millions who watched
- to wonder, How would I have fared? Would I have had that
- strength?
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- <p> The prayers, he said, made all the difference during the
- dark times. Yet he and his fellow prisoners had no way of
- knowing the place they held in America's heart. They did not
- hear the anchors keeping count of the days on the evening news,
- the countless appeals and press conferences in which the hostage
- families and dear friends pounded on the nation's attention to
- force Americans to keep them in mind when many would have just
- as soon forgotten. The captives did not know that people they
- had never met wore a tiny yellow ribbon on their lapel every
- day for seven years, with the words FREE THE HOSTAGES.
- </p>
- <p> Anderson credited his friends and his stubbornness and his
- faith, as practiced in their private sanctuary, the Church of
- the Locked Door. Thomas Sutherland taught him French; he taught
- the others the sign alphabet for the deaf so they could
- communicate when they were not allowed to speak. It was Anderson
- who made the tinfoil chess pieces, the Scrabble games, the
- Monopoly set. In a sense, as the longest held and best known,
- Anderson had become a symbol for all the captives, for the 17
- Americans who were taken--the three who died, the 13 others
- who have retrieved their freedom one by one, including Joseph
- Cicippio and Alann Steen, who finally saw daylight last week.
- </p>
- <p> As the last Americans came out, they were freed from their
- symbolism--no longer did they stand for national helplessness
- and failed presidencies, for ill-fated schemes and a foreign
- policy with its principles held hostage. Instead they were real,
- grateful, living people with daughters they had never seen,
- scars that will never heal, long nights full of lessons they
- will never forget.
- </p>
- <p> If, as the scholars observed last week, the '70s was the
- decade of terrorism and the '80s the decade of hostages, there
- is sure to be a new nightmare waiting. This chapter, now nearly
- closed, is not the end in a part of the world where all too
- often old hatreds die hard, people are pawns, and lives are
- meant for sacrificing. Two Germans remain imprisoned, and all
- accounts remain unsettled. But after all this, perhaps it is not
- too much to hope that last week brought a portent of peace to
- a waiting world tired of weeping over the opportunities it has
- already lost.
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