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Caoimhe Butterly
in
Baghdad
April
30, 2003
The
road to Faluja is strewn with discarded tanks and burned out cars and palm
groves whose depth of green contrasts strikingly with the parched earth leading
out of Baghdad.
Its
atmosphere, upon entry, is markedly different to that of Baghdad. The American
military presence is much less pronounced, there is a marked absence of foreign
press. Faluja, it seems, is not bleeding enough to lead.
Passing
by children bathing in a river set aglow by the setting sun, families returning
home from the fields, groups of old men heading to prayer, we make our way to
Faluja General Hospital, whose morgue last night served as temporary home to
the bodies of ten men, a young woman and a ten year old boy. The influx of the
37 wounded has ceased, the blood cleaned from the floors, the mourning keening
woman brought home. The anger, however is still here. Its presence cannot be
dealt with by the hospital staff as efficiently as they patched up, with limited
pain killers, surgical equipment, blood bags, IV lines, the 37 people who were
carried into them from 10pm onwards last night – all shot with 50mm high
caliber bullets – blowing off legs, ripping open abdominal cavities, shattering
bones, tearing through muscles. Searing anger and distrust and pain onto a
community’s collective memory.
“They
are sick. They are deeply, deeply sick! Tell the Americans we don’t believe in
this freedom” says an elderly man. His comment is one of the many of the crowd
that surround us yelling their pain and anger – demanding an explanation, a
response – “why do they insist on continuing to massacre our people – how much
more blood do they want?” “Show them, show the world, tell them the truth.”
Later,
we move on, to the school occupied by the American military for the past week.
It is here that - we are told – a non-violent orderly demonstration to the
school took place last night. All those interviewed, all those crowded outside
the school now insist that the official version is false. They gathered
peacefully, and marched peacefully, past the mosque through a residential area
to the barbed wire coils that surround the occupied school.
The
American troops as we arrive, are packing up. This is not a media stunt – the
media have come and gone – a constant traffic, all day, through the hospital.
Pictures taken, grief and loss encapsulated into palatable sound bites. This
withdrawal is tactical. The public relations campaign of a benign occupation
will be difficult to maintain if there is follow-up to this particular
massacre. If there are charges pressed by the families, by the brothers who
were hit by stray bullets inside their house. If there is investigation into
the legitimacy of the official army version of events. It will become
difficult, if there can be, in Falluja, a focal center for people’s anger and
frustration, an occupied school, snipers pointing guns at people entering and
exited the mosque. It is easier for everyone, if the soldiers slip off into the
night, avoiding the scrutiny, the fixed eye of accountability, which must be a
factor in any “liberated” “democratic” country. So they do, slip off into the
night – and, not recognizing us as their armoured cars and trucks pass our car
on a dark highway to Baghdad, American soldiers pump their fists into the air
for our cameras, giving us the victory sign.
Liberation
– an ephemeral, passing phenomena has come and gone in Falluja. It came, sat
uncomfortably for a week – without translators, cultural or historical
sensibility, brought a temporary horde of journalists to record its only
lasting impression on a community; that of violence, and pain, and loss; and
left. Falluja, we are told later via a news report by a BBC reporter, has
always been “anti American”. This should, and will, nullify or qualm any
murmurings of distrust abroad as to what lies ahead.
Caoimhe Butterly is an Irish
human rights activist, currently living in Baghdad with Voices in the Wilderness. She spent a year in
Jenin, Palestine, and since her deportation in Dec. 2002, has been campaigning
full-time in Ireland and the UK, giving over 70 talks on ! Palestine and Jenin.
She is in Iraq indefinitely, and can be reached through: info@vitw.org