In November 1979, when the embassy was taken over by armed revolutionary thugs, Ebrahimi and his partners were also held hostage inside their offices by his armed employees. Now 70 and residing in Los Angeles, Ebrahimi is penning a fictional, multigenerational family saga loosely based on his family's life in Iran. He talked recently about his experiences as a captive.
Jewish Journal: Can you give some background into your accounting firm in Iran and the circumstances that led up to your being taken hostage?
Simon Ebrahimi: Before the revolution, I was a partner of the largest international CPA firm in Iran, where the employees with excellent performance records would qualify to become a partner of the firm. At the time, we had over 500 employees.
Since all partners came from the employees' pool, we worked in a close, friendly environment. I always had an open-door policy with my staff. The same bonding was there, even if you became a partner.
At the time, I had nine British and American partners and five Iranians of different religions and ethnic backgrounds. They included Muslims, Jews, Assyrians and Armenians.
As clients were both major corporations with international affiliations and also Iranian government institutions, I knew and worked with people at a very high echelon of the private and the government levels.
With the early signs of the revolution in 1978, the staff went on a sitting strike, and as the situation culminated into the takeover of the American Embassy compound and hostage-taking -- which I was an eyewitness to. Since our office was facing the embassy, this stimulated our staff more, and soon my partners and I were taken hostage. This situation paralyzed the firm.
With them not going to work, the cash flow started getting messed up. What they were demanding from us was to terminate them all, pay them a termination compensation of $20 million, then re-hire them. Where was the money that we didn't have going to come from, we asked? 'Your hidden bank accounts in Israel and America!' they responded.
JJ: Who were the people that took you hostage?
SE: With the passage of time, we realized that these people were from three factions within the firm, which included the Mojahedeen faction, the communist faction and there were the very fanatic pro-Khomeini faction.
And we had a few people who were still loyal to us and gave us inside information as to how these people were confronting one another. As the unrest escalated and Khomeini ended up coming to Iran, with the hostage situation happening in the embassy, my partners and I were also taken hostage by my employees.
JJ: Typically, people are terrified when they are taken hostage. What did you find humorous about the incident?
SE: The comedy side of this whole thing was more appealing to me than the tragic side, because these were not ordinary factory workers who would put the factory owners in a dark room and threaten to kill them. We had our breakfast, our kebab for lunch and our dinners; they were very polite -- it was dead crazy!
But we were not allowed to go home. They assigned each partner a guard, which came from the employee pool. They said, 'Please don't go home tonight, because we are thinking of coming up with an answer to your end of the bargain' -- and we knew then that we were hostages.
Then they came to our offices and told us, 'Please don't go home.' They were very nice, polite, civilized -- but sons of bitches!
JJ: How did you eventually extricate yourself from this hostage situation?
SE: So here I am in the middle of the hostage-taking, sitting in my office, and one of my clients, a major subsidiary of the French government, calls me. The guy was my connection, and he asked me what was happening with his case.
I thought this was a God-given thing, because they owed us somewhere around $60,000. So I asked my client to come over to Tehran, and he said, 'Are you crazy? Are you kidding me? Why don't you come here?' I said OK, and he agreed to give me the check when I came to France.
By then, my office was being run by a revolutionary committee, which was comprised of my own driver and a few other hoodlums. I called the revolutionary committee into my office and told them my clients have called me to Paris, and I was going to get the $60,000.
Now the office was in a financial mess; no one was paying their salaries, and $60,000 was a ton of money at that time in Iran. My driver -- a revolutionary committee member -- said, 'I think he's going to escape.'
And then I told my captors, 'Get the hell out of my office; make up your mind, then come back and tell me if you want me to go and get you $60,000!' Of course, the latter part of my cry worked.
They returned and asked what guarantees I could give them that I would not escape. I said, 'My family is here; I have no intention of escaping,' and they agreed to remove my name from the black list -- the list of people who were forbidden to leave the country.
I called my client and asked him for a visa. Fortunately, I had my whole family on one passport, and he arranged for a six-month visa to France. After three days of work in Paris in September of 1980, I returned to Tehran with the check, and these people were celebrating the mighty dollars and distributing it amongst themselves.
I had already packed up a few suitcases. I grabbed my family, jumped on a plane and escaped to France. The fortunate thing was that they had forgotten to blacklist me again. We came to France, we applied for a visa to come to America and eventually made it here.