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From daily The Morning Star in Britain:
Yet more blood on Blair‘s hands
Monday 23 July 2012
Invading Iraq “will open the gates of hell in the Middle East,” warned the then Arab League chief Amr Moussa in 2002 as it became clear that George Bush and Tony Blair were determined to send in the bombers despite international law and global outrage at the looming attack.
But even in his worst nightmares, did he foresee that the slaughter would still be going on nearly 10 years later?
Iraqis continue to pay a terrible price for our leaders’ lies and for their mad plan of reshaping the Middle East in the service of oil and empire.
News of over 100 deaths, in a series of attacks across Iraq, ought to shock and horrify. It ought to be plastered across the front page of every newspaper, dominate the airwaves, provoke agonised debates about Britain’s crimes and how we can begin to atone for them.
But instead the headlines are dominated by sabre-rattling in support of another ill-advised Middle East intervention, this time in Syria.
And one of the chief architects of the greatest crime of the century is not only still walking free – he is being rehabilitated for a return to politics.
It was a monumental misjudgement for Ed Miliband to invite Blair back into Labour‘s inner circle.
Inhabitants of the Westminster bubble may have forgotten his crimes but the voters have not – and they will surely punish the party for embracing a blood-soaked war criminal.
A man with the blood of over a million Iraqis on his hands should be in the dock at The Hague, not pressing the flesh at a Labour fundraiser.
The Political Class Colludes in Blair’s War Lies: here.
Britain: The violence in Iraq and Afghanistan doesn’t stop at their borders – our soldiers are bringing it home, researchers warned today: here.
US auditors admitted today that more than $200 million (£127m) had been wasted on a programme to train Iraqi police that Baghdad neither needed nor wanted: here.
“No Blood for Oil”: The Unfinished Story of Iraq’s Oil Law ~ by Greg Muttitt and Ali Issa: here.
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Iraq war is one of the darkest stain on present world, right on heel is afghanistan.
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Indeed. And there is also Somalia, Pakistan, Yemen …
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AWOL from Iraq: “I cannot do these things any longer” The Deserter’s Tale: The Story of an Ordinary Soldier Who Walked Away from the War in Iraq by Joshua Key as told to Lawrence Hill – Atlantic Monthly Press – 237 pages
“I never thought I would lose my country and I never dreamed that it would lose me,” Joshua Key says in his prologue to The Deserter’s Tale. “I was raised as a patriotic American, taught to respect my government and to believe in my president. Just a decade ago I was playing high school football, living in a trailer with my mom and step dad, working at Kentucky Fried Chicken, and hoping to raise a family one day in the only town I knew: Guthrie, Oklahoma, population ten thousand. Back then I would have laughed out loud if somebody had predicted I’d be a wanted criminal, living as a fugitive in my own country, and turn my wife and children into refugees as I fled with them across the border.”
The Deserter’s Tale is Key’s account of how he came to be part of the U.S. military, the seven months he spent in Iraq. It tells how and why he came to his decision to refuse to return to Iraq and what it was like living underground with his family, constantly fearing that he would be captured and tried for desertion, which he was told by the army was punishable by death by a firing squad.
The book’s accounts of carnage are difficult to read and Key tells, in simple yet powerful language, a story that people in this country need to hear. It is a story of courage and conscience, of how Key risked everything rather than continue to commit crimes he could no longer, as a person of conscience, carry out.
What comes through in this story is how Key came to confront his own moral responsibility for the atrocities. And those who read this powerful story will hopefully be compelled to ask the question: to what degree are those who try to ignore these crimes or do nothing to stop them, also complicit?
Key grew up poor in a small town in Oklahoma. His mother, a truck stop waitress, had a number of bad marriages to abusive alcoholic men. Key writes of his stepfather, “I can credit him with one thing. He did such awful things to my mother that I learned the hard way how not to act.”
After graduating high school, Key got married. And with two kids and a third on the way he found it hard to survive. With growing debt and tired of surviving on left over pizza he brought home from his job as a delivery driver, the army seemed to be the best option. Key writes: “I had no money, I had dreams of getting formal training as a welder, I needed to get my teeth fixed, and I wanted to have my kidney stone removed. If only I joined the army, the posters suggested, I would be on easy street… For folks like us, who were poor and getting poorer by the day, the posters suggested that getting a job with the armed forces would be like winning the lottery.” (p. 36)
A recruiter lied to Key, promising him that he would not have to go into combat, would not have to be separated from his family, that he would be building bridges in the U.S. In basic training Key tells how he was taught that Muslim people were the enemy. He was told that Muslims were responsible for the September 11 attacks. He was taught that not only were Iraqis not civilians, they were less than human.
“One day, all three hundred of us were lined up on the bayonet range, each facing a life-sized dummy that we were told to imagine was a Muslim man,” Key writes of a day during his training. “As we stabbed the dummies with our bayonets, one of our commanders stood on a podium and shouted into a microphone: ‘Kill! Kill! Kill the sand niggers!’ We too were made to shout out ‘Kill the sand niggers’ as we stabbed the heads then the hearts then slit the throats of our imaginary victims. While we shouted and stabbed, drill sergeants walked among us to make sure we were all shouting. It seemed that the full effect of the lesson would be lost unless we shouted the words of hate as we mutilated our enemies.” (p. 49)
The bulk of the book recounts what happened during the seven months that Key was stationed in Iraq. Arriving in Ramadi in the early days of the war, Key’s squad was sent on missions to raid what they were told were houses suspected of sheltering terrorists. Any male over 5 feet tall would be brutally beaten and then taken into custody. Children were awakened from their beds at the point of machine guns. Houses were ransacked and the soldiers felt free to take any money or other valuables. Key estimates that he participated in more than 200 of these raids while in Iraq.
Key says no terrorists were ever found in these raids. And Key writes that “senior American military commanders [didn’t] make soldiers raid thousands of civilian houses because they truly believed that we would nab terrorists or find weapons of mass destruction. I think they did it to punish and intimidate the Iraqi people.” (pp. 214-215)
Key reached a turning point when his squad was called on to assist another squad that was supposedly engaged in a firefight with Iraqis. When he arrived on the scene, he saw that four unarmed Iraqi civilians had been gunned down with such firepower that their heads were separated from their bodies. Several soldiers from the other unit were kicking around the decapitated Iraqi heads in a game of soccer.
“I didn’t know much about the Geneva Conventions, but I knew one thing: what I had witnessed was wrong,” Key writes. “We were soldiers in the U.S. Army. In Iraq, we were supposed to be stomping out terrorism, bringing democracy and acting as a force for good in the world. Instead we had become monsters in a residential neighborhood… When I was back in Oklahoma, if someone had described to me the situation of the decapitated corpses, I would have had a hard time believing it. I would not have wanted to accept that American soldiers would behave this way overseas. But I was no longer in Oklahoma and I could not deny what I have seen. For the rest of my time in Iraq I was not able to forget the scene of the decapitated bodies and the heads being kicked by American soldiers. Sometimes, in my dreams, the disembodied heads plagued me with accusation. They told me what I was slowly realizing: that the American military had betrayed the values of my country. We had become a force for evil, and I could not escape the fact that I was part of the machine.” (pp. 109-110)
Key witnessed many other atrocities during his months in Iraq. A seven-year-old girl was killed while trying to scrounge for food near a U.S. base. An Iraqi car was burned and then crushed by a tank for making a turn too close to a U.S. convoy. Seven civilians were shot because some U.S. troops got trigger happy in Fallujah. A 13-year-old girl was turned over by the U.S. to the Iraqi police to be raped. Key tells of one raid where they were told it was a mission to get an important terrorist. When they got there and raided and tore up the house, they found no weapons and only women inside. They were told to guard the doors to the house while some high-ranking commissioned officers went in for an hour. Key says they heard the women screaming during this time. Then the officers came out and told them to leave. And all this was on top of the everyday beatings, abuse, and theft committed by U.S. soldiers.
When Key was allowed to return home for a two-week vacation, he made the decision to go AWOL. He writes: “I know that many Americans have their mind made up about people like me. They think we are cowards. I don’t blame them. I had my own mind made up about war deserters, long before I set foot in Iraq. But I am not a coward; the easiest thing would have been to keep on doing what they were telling me to do. But ever so slowly, as the jets raced overhead and the illumination rounds burned and the houses fell during the long Iraqi nights, my conscience returned. I am not this man, I told myself. I cannot do these things any longer.”
Key was unable to locate any group providing assistance to soldiers in his situation. After a year of living underground, sleeping in cars and seedy motels, he makes contact with a group called the War Resisters Campaign in Toronto that helped him cross the border and arranged housing and support. The book ends with him not knowing if Canada will allow him to stay – his asylum claim was rejected in November 2006 and is being appealed.
Key is not the only soldier who has defied the military and the government and walked away from the U.S. war in Iraq. According to Jeffry House, an attorney who represents many of those who are seeking refugee status in Canada, about 40 former U.S. soldiers have officially filed for refugee status and about 150 more are in Canada but have not filed refugee claims. An article in the Denver Post cites U.S. Army reports revealing that 3,101 soldiers have deserted between October 2005 and October 2006 and at least 2,400 military personnel have deserted from other branches between October 2004 and October 2005. (Denver Post, 4/15/2007)
In an epilogue, Key grapples with the morality and responsibility of those serving in an army that is committing such crimes. He rejects easy justification for the troops. “If you have beaten or killed an innocent person, and if there remains a shred of conscience in your heart, you will not likely avoid anguish by saying you were only following orders… I am ashamed of what I did in Iraq, and of all the ways that innocent civilians suffered or died at our hands. The fact that I was only following orders does not lessen my discomfort or ease my nightmares.” (p. 213)
In the end Key remains absolutely certain that he did the right thing by refusing to return to Iraq and that, as he puts it, he owes “one apology, and one apology only, and that is to the people of Iraq.”
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Excerpts from The Deserter’s Tale -As we rushed into the house, women were staggering out of their rooms. Three teenage girls screamed when they saw us. Some of my squad mates grabbed them and held them at gunpoint, and the rest of us ran through the house. We found no men at all, just six more women in their twenties and thirties.
The guys in my squad couldn’t find a thing—not even any guns—and it seemed that the more incapable they were of locating contraband the more destructive they became. They smashed dressers, ripped mattresses, broke cabinets, threw shelves to the floor…someone had the bright idea that weapons were likely hidden under the floor…
So out came the pickaxes… When it became obvious even to the guys busting the concrete floor that there was nothing in the house but a number of angry women, we went outside.
I found Private First Class Hayes with a woman under an empty carport. He pointed an M-16 at her head but she would not stop screaming. “What are you doing this for?” she said… “We have done nothing to you… You Americans are disgusting! Who do you think you are to do this to us?” Hayes slammed her in the face with the stock of his M-16. She fell face down into the dirt, bleeding and silent… Then something happened that haunts my dreams to this day. All the women were led back inside the house and our entire platoon was ordered to stand guard around it. Four U.S. military men entered the house with the women. They closed the doors. We couldn’t see anything through the windows.
…[O]ur platoon was made to stand guard outside that house for about an hour. The women started shouting and screaming. The men stayed in there with them, behind closed doors. It went on and on and on. Finally, the men came out and told us to get the hell out of there. (pp. 136-138)
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Unfortunately, the violence meted out by American troops was not limited to kicking and punching. One day in our first week in Fallujah, my entire platoon—three squads, consisting of a total of about twenty men—was stationed at a traffic control point. Lieutenant Joyce was the highest-ranking officer with us that day. While the two other squads monitored approaching cars, I was busy with my squad mates searching vehicles and drivers. While I was looking under the hood of a car, checking for bombs and hidden weapons, the ground started to shake. I dropped to my knees but realized that it was fire from my own troops. The hail of gunfire came from M-16 rifles, M-249s, and .50-caliber machine guns. The fire was coming from the first and second squads of my platoon. Even a Bradley tank belonging to the 3rd Armored Calvary Regiment (but not to my 43rd CEC) got into the act. The tank and the other squads were all firing at a white car with yellow stripes that had two people inside.
I noticed that the car had driven too close to the checkpoint, about ten feet passed the line at which it was supposed to stop. As a result, it had been brought to a halt in the murderous way. When the car stopped inching forward and the gunfire ceased, my squad mates and I ran to the vehicle. We found it riddled with bullet holes, each two inches or more in diameter. Inside the car, one man was dead. His head was attached to his neck by only a few threads of flesh, and blood was splattered all over him and the car. Nobody touched him. But then I saw a boy in the front seat. He looked like he was about ten years old. A medic pulled him out. One of the boy’s arms was nearly severed, but he was alive… I spent ten minutes searching the vehicle and patting down the dead man. There were no weapons inside it. There was nothing unusual about the car, except all the blood that we had made run…
When we got back to the compound I got off my armored personnel carrier, walked behind a building, and vomited… I had never before seen a man shot to death. As far as I could tell, he was killed simply because he hadn’t known where to stop his car. (pp. 85-87)
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As we approached the intersection, I saw a small white pickup truck driving in our direction. It looked like a Toyota or a Nissan. It made a quick left-hand turn, cutting in front of us. This split us off from the second APC, but I saw no sign of danger, there were about thirty yards to spare. Nonetheless my sergeant let loose with his .50 caliber machine gun. Blasting away with bullets about six inches long, he shot the car and brought it to a halt. I saw a trail of gas leaking from the car. The sergeant shifted his gun, aimed at the trail of gas, and shot again. The line of gas caught fire and flew back toward the truck, and when it hit the gas tank the truck exploded in a ball of fire.
We kept on driving. I looked back at the explosion and the fire. I watched our Abrams tank roll right through it and keep on following us. It looked like something straight out of Rambo. The boys in the squad let out some hollers of delight. “Man, did you see that?” someone called out… From what I could see, the truck hadn’t been shot because it posed a danger to us. It had been shot merely because it had annoyed my sergeant. The truck could have been stopped or even confiscated. But it was quicker and less trouble all around simply to shoot until it exploded, and blow its driver and its passengers—if there were any—to bits. (pp. 88-89)
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COMMENTS: Many soldiers get so caught up in the accolades and self-identity of a military career that they become blind to the evil of war. Joshua Key breaks from that habit with this important and disturbing book. Key was featured in a cover story in the Denver Post (April 15, 2007) about the growing number of soldiers going AWOL. They are giving up their steady paychecks, the benefits and other enticements, to turn their backs on America’s aggression and war profiteering. After being involved with or witnessing endless violence, Key had had enough. He writes, “It struck me then that we, the American soldiers, were the terrorists. We were terrorizing Iraqis. Intimidating them. Beating them. Destroying their homes. Probably raping them (as in the case of the four soldiers who confessed to raping and murding a 14 year-old girl, and killing her family). The ones we didn’t kill had all the reasons in the world to become terrorists themselves. Given what we were doing to them, who could blame them for wanting to kill us, and all Americans?” While some reviewers prefer to dismiss Key, there are plenty of other soldiers speaking out against similar brutality. Their stories can be found in books like Mission Rejected: U.S. Soldiers Who Say No to Iraq and DVDs such as The Ground Truth While the US psyche becomes ever more militarized through the vast Pentagon PR infotainment complex, it’s worthwhile to keep in mind the words of Clarence Darrow who, in Resist Not Evil, wrote, “The ability and inclination to use physical strength is no indication of bravery or tenacity to life. The greatest cowards are often the greatest bullies.”
The Deserter’s Tale is probably one of the best books to come out about the war in Iraq. It offers an invaluable look at the life of ordinary soldiers in Iraq, and some surprising glimpses of the life of Iraqis under occupation. Joshua Key puts to rest forever the notion that US soldiers in Iraq are fanatical volunteers. He shows that most soldiers in Iraq, like the soldiers in The Things They Carried, are afraid to not fight. Joshua Key is a hero. He is part of the leading edge of a soldiers rebellion in Iraq. This book is a must-read for anyone who wants to end the war. This book tells the story of an individual war resister. The broader picture is told by Sir! No Sir! – The Suppressed Story of the GI Movement to End the War in Vietnam, a documentary about soldier’s resistance in Vietnam, and Soldiers In Revolt: GI Resistance During The Vietnam War, the book that has inspired many Iraq War resisters. Besides The Deserter’s Tale’s wonderful content, it is a fascinating page-turner that you won’t be able to forget.
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