Author: Farnaz Fassihi
This author does bring a unique perspective to her reporting on
She documents the horror and the hardships that the Iraqi people faced, and how they wished for just an ordinary day where they did not have to suffer going without electricity, jobs, school, health care, water, and most importantly of all: where they did not have to worry about or deal with the violence that enveloped the country.
The
This book tells about how the occupation unfolded on the ground for Iraqis. This author does have an interesting perspective on the situation, which in a couple of respects are quite wrong. First, she says the Iraqi people respond to “the situation” in a manner consistent with learned helplessness. The author thinks this is wrong, but there is just no other way any reasonable person would respond to a situation like the one in occupied
Second, she notes that Iraqi people felt that the policies enacted by the
The author states that (after the exposure of the torture at Abu Ghriab): “In the Iraqi imagination, torture at the hands of Americans has been in play for a long time.” This makes it sound like the Iraqis have an overactive imagination regarding bad actions on the part of the
But I have to recommend this book, since it does an amazing job of following what happens in the lives of ordinary Iraqis up until 2006. There were a few she lost track of, but the overall story of heartache, grief and loss is well documented. She does an excellent job of describing the after-effects of the bombing and fighting. She chronicles the roots of the sectarian violence in the Interior Ministry forces, and the lasting effects of their rounding up and torturing (and often killing) of Sunnis, combined with the random bombings of Shias by Sunni, or possibly al Qaeda in Iraq, extremists. Her descriptions include small details of ordinary life, such as school yard tormenting based on sectarian differences. She tells of the trauma that the children of
She chronicles the impact of the murder of only sons on two hotel staff. She tells how other staff in the hotel found a foot in the courtyard and a scalp by the swimming pool after a car bombing.
She ends her book with this comment:
“I keep asking myself: What justifies the enormous costs of this war and the wound it has inflicted? I am at a loss for an answer. This is the story of war.”
I hope one day there is justice for Iraqis and justice handed out to each and every American who supported this war for even one second. In between now and the day that justice comes, I hope all the dead Iraqi children come to their dreams at night – that is, the dreams of the US politicians, pundits, journalists and citizens who supported this evil war and occupation. I hope those dead children find a way to share with them, night after night after night after night, the horror that they have inflicted on the world. In short, I hope they do not have another peaceful night’s rest for as long as they live. And when they die, I hope their spirits will meet up with the dead Iraqis spirits so they can know the full impact of their violence and evil that they did while they were living.
And we must make sure this never happens again.
And Iraqis are still waiting for an ordinary day, even as some conditions improve in
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