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(From Proclamation of the State of Israel, 5 Iyar 5708; 14 May 1948)

With a liberal democratic political system operating under the rule of law, a flourishing market economy producing technological innovation to the benefit of the wider world, and a population as educated and cultured as anywhere in Europe or North America, Israel is a normal Western country with a right to be treated as such in the community of nations.... For the global jihad, Israel may be the first objective. But it will not be the last. (Friends of Israel Initiative)

Tuesday 8 March 2011

‘Young Hoodlums in their Hundreds ... screaming "Yahud, Yahud"’: A British Professor Recalls the Big Tripoli Pogrom of 1945

Judah Benzion (Ben) Segal (1912-2003) was Professor of Semitic Languages at the School of Oriental and African Studies, London University from 1961-82, and then President of Leo Baeck College in London. During the Second World War he served with the British forces in North Africa, winning the Military Cross. As an army captain he served in the British Military Administration in Tripolitania during 1945-46. The Jewish Chronicle (13 November 1970) carried his reminiscences of the major pogrom that took place in Tripoli 25 years earlier (on 4-5 November 1945) and spread to outlying suburbs and towns. By 8 November the outbreak of murder, sexual violence, looting, and incendiarism was subsiding as the British restored a semblance of order.  Some 700 Muslims were arrested for taking part in the disturbances, which claimed well over 100 Jewish lives, left hundreds of Jews injured, caused panic among Libya’s non-Muslim minorities, and triggered a refugee crisis. (For the demography of Libyan Jewry over time see

Here's Professor Segal's account, with no further comment from me:

‘It was 9.30 on Friday morning, a holiday for the Moslem members of my department. But none of the Christian officials had arrived either. There was an ominous silence in the air. I realised suddenly that there was no traffic on the roads. Ill at ease, I brushed aside my correspondence, and went out into the crisp sunshine. I saw that one, then another, and finally a succession of the concrete houses of the New City carried on their walls the freshly painted legend “Italiano.” The message was clear.

If I had not understood I was to be enlightened soon enough. A low growl could be heard from the distance. Suddenly they appeared – young hoodlums in their hundreds, sweeping along the road some ten or fifteen abreast screaming “Yahud, Yahud.”

It was shock, not courage, that made me stand my ground , and, seeing me in uniform, they passed around and beyond me.

Then the looting started, shop windows were smashed, and doors battered down.

I visited the Jewish schools in the ghetto area. There was little panic. The children who lived nearby had been sent home; they had nothing to fear, for the Jewish district was too densely populated to be penetrated by even the most daring of the mob.

The staff, mostly Italian Jews, stood in a little knot, speaking in whispers, making their plans calmly with their leader, a professor from Rome, a small ungainly woman with an aquiline nose and nervous smile. I put some children on my lorry and returned them to their mothers in the New City.

From a remote building I heard moaning. In the bare courtyard, an old Jewish woman in Arab dress sat on the ground, her face streaked with blood, swaying to and fro, keening rhythmically. Some yards away a man lay wrapped in his coat; his head had been battered like the cheap pans beside him. Where had the mob gone? Where had they entered here? It was useless to question the woman; God had given and God had taken away.

The police and the military had been alerted. I drove back to my quarters – to be sickened by the contrast. In the palatial villa of the mess everything appeared normal. The fountain played in the sunshine, deck chairs were set out, as usual under the arches, aperitifs stood on the table. The servants reminded me that the Brigadier had gone on leave to Cairo. And only a few hundred yards away murderers were hunting down their victims.

It was the unsuspecting Jews of the outlying villages who were helpless, and the killings were many – in all, I think, more than 130. We could chart on the map the progress of murder, rape and looting passing from Tripoli across the countryside – east, west and south, like a well-organised contagion. At some points it needed only one or two men to halt the onset – as at Homs where a brave British officer and a Jewish doctor from Alexandria stood at the entrance to the Jewish quarter and threatened to blow out the brains of the first rioter to approach.

Everywhere the bloodshed continued for two days. Jewish refugees were brought to a hastily constructed camp in the capital, I escorted a cortège from Zawiya – one lorry heaped with the bodies of the dead, others with their relatives and friends, some wounded, all dazed and silent, clutching their mean bundles. There was no passion, but submission to the inevitable.

After a couple of weeks, the situation – in the words of the Army authorities – was under control. The Governor had returned to his post at Tripoli. I suppose there was an official inquiry – there usually is. Arab extremists who had been detained after the outbreak of the riots were released. And within a few months (was it by coincidence?) three Jewish officers in the Military Administration had been transferred to duties outside Libya – the Major responsible for the municipality (who had been outstandingly successful in his dealings with Arab officials), a doctor, and myself.

From 1949 the Jewish community of Libya  – even the ancient settlement of cave-dwellers at Tarbuna – virtually ceased to exist. Many emigrated to a new life in Israel. Only a handful remained in Tripoli and Benghazi to become the target of anti-Israel malice after the Six-Day War.

The Jews of Libya had never played an important part in the life of their country  –  they were no more than a pawn in a sinister game of politics. We need not point the finger at the fanatical ignorant Moslem mob. But it should be part of the training of every Foreign Office official and of every responsible journalist to witness at first hand the violence of a rampaging mob – and to learn how fanaticism and violence are manipulated.’


  1. Interesting article. Our scriptures tell us that we can not turn our backs on Isreal. I am a friend for life.

  2. Many thanks - I like to delve into history from time to time, since I think it informs the present.

  3. Dear Daphne
    Thanks for alerting me to this poignant post - will post a link.

  4. I'll always alert you to anything I find, bataween.
    It's clear that Segal didn't think much of the British handling of the situation.
    I saw a report in the JC during December that year which lamented that the trials of 700 Muslims arrested for participating in the pogroms were slow getting started - I didn't read further, to discover the outcome.

  5. Where did you find the article. Professor Segal was a family relation.

  6. Here's the link, Louis

    If you paste it in your browser it should work.

  7. Thank you very much for your beautiful comment.


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