by Hakim Bishara - +972 Mag - 2 October 2013
There was a time, back in the 1990s, when inveterate Palestinian negotiator Dr. Saeb Erekat was on top of his game. Confident, eloquent and dolled up with an elegant pair of tortoise architect glasses, the capable young diplomat was a rising star. Together with colleagues such as Hanan Ashrawi, Sari Nusseibeh and the more proactive Marwan Barghuti, he emerged out of exile and anonymity as part of the next generation of PLO leaders. In their prime, they brought finesse and sophistication to the cause, while an aging and tragic Yasser Arafat wobbled with pathos between the heroic and the pathetic. Today, 20 years after the signing of the Oslo Accords and the establishment of the Palestinian National Authority, that avant-garde group is a lineup of political corpses. Some are forgotten, some are locked behind bars and others still roam the chambers and corridors trying to save what little is left. Such is the case of the unrelenting Dr. Erekat.
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