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| − | Neda, who's hair now is lose, leans over a card board on which she translate a | + | Neda, who's hair now is lose, leans over a card board on which she translate a Persian text into English: ''THE IS NO TIME FOR IMPERIALISM IN IRAN ANY MORE... |
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OUTLINE
Neda is the daughter of Sunni Palestinian Winemakers who emigrated to Iran after having been evicted from there land in near Jerusalem. As a kid, she attended an American school in Israel/Palestine until the 1973 war. She is fluent in English.
Neda was part of a left wing student groups which took part in the seizure of the US embassy in November 1979. Because of her knowledge of the English language and American culture, she became a valuable asset to the cause although she was more driven by left leaning ideals then Islamic ones.
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TEHRAN POLYTECHNIC, IRAN, 3 NOVEMBER 1979
Neda argues is upset by members of of their group who insist that the female students shall be wearing chadors.
Her communist friends suggest that she can the use the veil to carry weapons and tools to cup open the Embassy gates.
OUTSIDE THE US EMBASSY COMPOUND, TEHRAN, 4 NOVEMBER 1979
Lance-Corporal Tyrone Washington the Third's shift ends at 06:00 but the next Marine hasn't shown up to replace him yet. For the past week, he has spent the cold Persian nights on the roof of the US Embassy's staff living quarters, scanning the compound's perimeter with Starlight Scope mounted on his M-60 Machine Gun. Since his unit landed in March to triple the detachment's presence in the Iranian capital, the Marine Security Guards have been on high alert and night and day.
The streets of Tehran are dimly lit on this early November morning. The silhouettes of three black chadors crossing towards the South wall of the US Embassy Compound are missed by the National police cars parked at each end of the street but they light up in Washington's night vision scope. -A little early for 3 Muslin women to roam down the streets of Tehran..., he thinks to himself as he loses the trio behind a wall. He pans his scope to the right to see if they show up through the iron gates when Sergeant Willow shows up to relieve him.
-Tyrone my man, times up! Two eggs and crunchy bacon waiting for you at the cafeteria.
-Hold up a sec, just on to something, answers Washington as he keeps his attention focused on the gate.
-What'd you see.
-These 3 women crossed the street just a minute ago and I can't locate them anymore.
-Man, you pervert. These ain't x-ray glasses. I you wanna see one of them Iranian girl's boobs, you gonna have to pull down her black sheet.
At the same moment, Neda gets by the gate and pulls a 36" bolt cutter from under her veil. The single street light's ray bounces of the metallic blade and flashes into Washington's scope, blinding him for a second.
-What the fuck!
US EMBASSY COMPOUND, TEHRAN, 7 NOVEMBER 1979
Neda, who's hair now is lose, leans over a card board on which she translate a Persian text into English: THE IS NO TIME FOR IMPERIALISM IN IRAN ANY MORE...