• A city reduced to rubble
• The Coalition reduced to the level of Nazis
In the future, people will ask:
What did you do while Falluja
was being destroyed?
What did you say while its citizens were slain?
War crimes were committed in our name
The wounded shot
Fleeing families gunned down by helicopters
No electricity, no food, no water, no asprin, no justice
OUR TROOPS WERE THERE!
Dozens of children now in Baghdad's Naaman hospital have lost their limbs, victims of US air strikes and artillery shells.
Our troops were there.
Of 1000 “insurgents” captured by the invaders, less than 2 per cent were foreigners.
Our troops were there.
Our media were embedded with the invaders
No major newspaper or TV outlet in America or Australia has denounced the Rape of Falluja.
The chief United Nations human rights official, Louise Arbour, has called for an investigation of abuses, including excessive force and the
deliberate targeting of civilians.
The Coalition doesn’t give a shit.
All males in Falluja aged between 15 and 55 were considered fair game.
As were doctors:
Dr Asma Khamis al-Muhannadi of Fallujah's general hospital, confirmed that she and her colleagues were tied up and beaten, when the marines stormed in. She was “with a woman in labor. The umbilical cord had not yet been cut. At that time, a US soldier shouted at one of the [Iraqi] National Guards to arrest me and tie my hands while I was helping the mother to deliver. I will never forget this incident in my life."
Dr al-Muhannadi also confirmed that American snipers killed more than 17 Iraqi doctors who had mobilized to answer a
public appeal from Falluja's doctors.
There are reports of Americans using cluster bombs and spraying white phosphorus,
a banned chemical weapon.
Let’s leave the last word to an Iraqi “girl blogger” from Baghdad, November 16/04:
“What people don't understand is that the whole military is infested with these psychopaths. In this last year we've seen murderers, torturers and xenophobes running around in tanks and guns.
I don't care what does it: I don't care if it's the tension, the fear, the 'enemy'… it's murder.
We are occupied by murderers. They aren't humans and they don't deserve any compassion”.
And so we see the fruits of our illegal and immoral acts, in the unflinching prose of an Iraqi who hated Saddam Hussein. Our descendants will look back
in horror at our war crimes.
Illustration: Reg Mombassa
Related Link: www.richardneville.com
As I sat down to post the above on Sunday morning, Sydney time, news arrived of further homicidal rampages:
Eyewitness to US Forces Raiding a Mosque
"They have just shot and killed at least four of the people praying," he said in a panicked voice. "At least 10 other people are wounded now. We are on our bellies and in a very bad situation."
See Dahr Jamail http://www.antiwar.com/jamail/?articleid=4014
Watching Australian Idol
Nothing is logical in this world, including my reaction to Australian Idol. Crass, manipulative, teary, and …. thrilling.. The courage of the contestants, the craziness of the supporters, the explosions of talent. Last night’s triumphant procession of the two finalists, Casey Donovan and Anthony Callea, sweeping up the grand stairway of the Sydney Opera House, fireworks bursting above the Harbour Bridge, was a Woodstock moment for a new generation. Fun before slavery, soul before the supermodel. It’s not about the music; no, no; more the mix of guts, schmaltz, street democracy and even the blessed relief of being distracted from the Iraqi elephant in the garden.
I happened to see 16 year old Casey Donovan’s first audition, valiant, plump & defiant, and, like the three Idol judges, was blown away. There she stood. Herself, above all else; no plastic Madonna. Since then, reports of Casey’s unlikely ascent kept me interested, if not a regular viewer. (Much of the series is padding).
New talent was given air, careers boosted. I loved the way the contestants supported each other, and were supported in turn by the viewers. The judges too, were quirky and honest, the most compassionate being Marcia Hines, who first found fame in Australia as cast member of HAIR.
This musical I happened to stumble upon in New York in 1968, during its pre Broadway trials, and knew it would flash across the world. Australian Idol is not HAIR. It is not about love, pot or stopping another filthy war. And yet, something about the triumph of Australian Idol re-affirms the values of mateship, courage and mutual support that was so compelling at the core of HAIR. Never mind the $3000 a second paid by McDonalds to tout its beefy wares; the idiocy of the adlibs, the gushing sentimentality. This Idol is a celebration of cultural democracy; a reminder that between the cracks of commerce and cant, the sun still shines.