Anwar
Adel Khardom points to her heavily pregnant,
shrapnel-sprayed stomach as she fluctuates
between composure and frantic, inconsolable
grief: "what sort of life will this child
be born into?" Her thirteen year old daughter
Hadil, frail arms bruised and scarred with
shrapnel, head bandaged with white gauze,
remains wide-eyed and observant, fanning her
mother with a woven fan as the heat of an
oppressive, airless day reaches it's midday
climax. The room is crowded with relatives
and friends who drink the bitter coffee and
cry and keen in memory of Anwar's husband,
Adel, her 18-year old son Haider, 17-year
old daughter Ola, and 8-year old daughter
Mervat: all shot dead by U.S. soldiers seven
days before.
"How
could they, why did they do it - they must
of known we were a family - how could they
kill my babies?" Anwar asks continually as
she holds a picture of her beautiful, smiling
children - immortalised on the black banners
hung on the outside walls of her family home,
each of their names with shaheed (martyr)
scripted next to it, proclaiming the family's
tragedy to the hushed street outside.
The
car that carried Anwar's family into a line
of fire that pumped more than twenty bullets
through the windshield and chassis into the
warm living flesh, vital organs and skulls
of her husband and children remains outside.
The seats and headrests were ripped apart
by bullets and remain covered in faded, darkened
bloodstains. Hadil's blood-stained handprints
on the outside of the car are the same colour,
left there as she groped her way out of the
car that held dead Ola and Haider and dying
Adel and Mervat, trying to follow her mother
as Anwar ran towards the house they had just
come from, screaming for help.
No
help came, at 9:30 p.m. on August 7 in Hyatt
al Tunis, a residential neighborhood in Baghdad.
U.S. soldiers continued to shoot so erratically
at anyone attempting to aid the wounded that
they proceeded to injure at least five other
civilians and two of their own soldiers, as
other troops stationed in a military base
stationed at the end of the street joined
in. Ground troops from the First Brigade,
First Armoured Division started to fire round
after round into the darkened street, shattering
the quiet of a summer night and destroying
the remnants of tolerance held by that, and
many other communities, towards an occupational
presence whose benign veneer grows thinner
by the day.
When
the twenty minutes of constant shooting stopped,
three civilians were dead and more wounded.
Saef A., a 21-year old university student
, who drove in a car with two friends down
the same road into the path of U.S. occupational
forces (who were in the process of raiding
and searching a local store, and, having been
subjected to the standard continual diet of
misinformation and racism, suitably terrified
enough to view all Iraqis as potential or
actual enemies) was shot repeatedly and then
- as his two friends, both wounded, leapt
out of the car, witnesses report seeing a
soldier approaching the car, point a gun with
a grenade-launcher attached at the still-living
Saef, and shoot, causing the car, and Saef's
body to be engulfed in flames.
Adel
Abdul Kareem and his 8-year old daughter,
Mervat were taken from the scene, still living,
by a U.S. military ambulance, at ten p.m.
They were not delivered to nearby Medical
City Hospital until 11 p.m., shortly after
which they both died from their injuries and
heavy blood loss. Ali Hussein Ali, 18 years
old and Abbas Shamarwi, 19, the wounded occupants
of Saef's car were - according to witnesses
- beaten by U. S. soldiers, hand-cuffed, had
hoods put over their heads, taken into military
custody and detained for two days at a nearby
military base. They were then disappeared
for over a week. Abbas is now being held in
administrative detention at the Airport prison,
Ali's location is still unknown. Anwar's remaining
daughter Hadil, was grabbed by a female soldier
as she stumbled away from the car. She was
shaken violently by the soldier, who then
- Hadil testifies - pulled Hadil's gold earrings
from her ears and pocketed them, before Hadil
ran away back to her grandmother's house,
alone, bleeding from her own wounds and covered
with the blood of her dead brother and sisters.
The
August 7 killing of six civilians is not an
isolated event -- excessive use of force by
Occupation forces, breaches of the Fourth
Geneva Convention, live ammunition being used
as a form of crowd control, and civilians
killed at checkpoints has become a regularity,
as those responsible are not brought to justice,
and a growing sense of unaccountability reigns.
What distinguishes the shooting on the 7th,
is more the horrific nature of all of the
deaths and the terrible loss that they have
left Anwar and Hadil, in particular, struggling
to deal with. Distinctive, too, is the blatancy
in which a high-level cover-up is being orchestrated.
The causes of death on the death certificates
of all of those killed have been left blank.
The Forensics doctors of two hospitals are
rumoured to have come under pressure from
the U.S. Army. The doctors are not available
for comment. Neither are officials from the
Occupational Administration. The only people
in the U.S, army who have commented on the
incident have lied. We interviewed Captain
John Mostellar, commanding officer of the
military base where the soldiers responsible
for perpetuating the killings are thought
to be stationed. Dismissive of the incident,
Mostellar claimed that an internal investigation
had taken place, which would not be made public.
His seniors are denying knowledge of the investigation.
We were directed by Mostellar to visit official
army spokespeople at the airport prison, and
promised that official co-ordination would
take place to ensure the meeting took place.
Upon arrival we were not allowed past the
front gate. One eye-witness at the scene claims
that Mostellar, whom he had met the week before
at the military base, was present while the
raid on the shop took place and present during
the subsequent killings. Iraqi police officers
stationed at the First Brigade's base, who
had contact with Ali and Abbas while they
were detained believe that they were disappeared
because they witnessed too much. "They don't
want the true story known - the soldiers are
to blame for the deaths," stated one policeman.
The
families of those killed have decided, with
support and endorsement from Voices In the
Wilderness, Occupation Watch and Belfast-based
law firm Madden and Finucane, to launch a
call and campaign demanding justice. Tomorrow
Anwar and Hadil, Abu Saef and others along
with representatives from the groups participating
in the campaign, will hold a press conference
to demand an independent, international, transparent,
public investigation into the killings, and
others like them. The families are apprehensive,
though determined. So are we. As volunteers
with Voices, as solidarity activists on the
ground we have become increasingly more critical
of the hostile and violent nature of this
occupation, which can only elicit a response
of growing hostility and violence. Our response
to the escalating violence is to support the
growing civil society currents of grassroots
organizing and non-violent resistance, and
we too are being subtly targeted and intimidated.
In our accompianment of communities at risk,
through months of endless meetings, discussion,
debate with human rights groups, trade unions,
students, religious groups, Marxists, artists,
the unemployed, neighbours, friends and foes,
we are trying to make the connections and
forge essential links of support between social
justice groups outside and a growing movement
within Iraq, to break the isolation and heighten
the security of the growing voices of dissent
here. This support is being viewed as a threat
by those in whose interests it serves to promote
prolonged chaos, instability and violence.
We have been participating daily with the
Union of the Unemployed in Iraq for the past
nineteen days in colourful, creative, powerful
sit-ins outside Bremmer's H.Q. and actions
such as marches and teach-ins. The union is
demanding jobs or, in their absence emergency
social security benefits of 100 dollars a
month per family. U.S. soldiers have arrested,
detained, brutalized and intimidated over
70 of the union members, including the Union's
leadership, calling them thieves and demanding
the immediate suspension of the protest. A
participant in the sit-ins, the founder of
the Iraqi Womens' Freedom Organisation, Yanar
Mohammud is continually verbally abused by
soldiers for her presence. Yanar, an incredibly
brave, articulate returned exile has spearheaded
a campaign to challenge the legitimacy of
honour killings and to highlight the soaring
increase, post-war, of abduction and rape.
She shares office space, in a squatted bank,
with the Workers' Communist Party, who broadcast
daily community pirate radio. In negotiations
with a subordinate of Bremmer's, high-ranking
U.S. officials tried to convince her and other
Union representatives that we are Israeli
spies and provocateurs who "do not really
care about the welfare of Iraqis." When this
failed to convince, another official claimed
that we were undercover journalists trying
to provoke "violence" and "disorderly behaviour"
in order to gain an exclusive story. Following
the unsuccessful attempts at smearing us,
as we continued to participate in the sit-ins,
-- which we believe received more media coverage
and were kept a little bit safer with internationals
present -- we were threatened with arrest
and deportation. One soldier stuck a gun to
a friend's chest, threatening "accidents do
happen in this part of the world."
We
are slowly, gradually walking beside men and
women who are speaking truth to power and
we are being made aware of the risks. The
threat of an occupying presence of total impunity
as well as a backdrop of escalating, senseless,
unpredictable violent crime is forcing us
to examine our own fears and vulnerability.
A member of our household was shot in the
back of the head, probably mistaken for a
soldier, another volunteer attacked and robbed.
I was nearly abducted at gun-point, but managed
to escape. Another friend, a journalist, was
killed last night. We hear of gang rapes and
horrible violations every day. Our sleep,
as is that of five million other people is
punctuated by the sounds of unexplained gunfire
and explosions. The fear in Baghdad is corrosive
and tangible - one can literally breath it
in - as a society struggles through a period
of extreme terror and uncertainty. I am, perhaps
for the first time in my life, deeply afraid.
There is seldom refuge for vulnerable human
flesh here, now. I have confronted death so
many times now, of friends, of those around
me, in Zimbabwe, in Latin America, in Jenin,
that I do not fear it. I am afraid, however
of a senseless death, a stray or intended
bullet. I want desperately -- as do most human
beings -- to live, to love, to continue to
struggle, to resist the policies and practices
that deny so many people the right to live
with dignity.
The
killing goes on -- the assaults are numerous.
It is not only the bullets and boots and racism
of the occupation but the continual reminders
that U.S. foreign policy will not respect
the sanctity of Iraqi life, human rights,
sovereignty and genuine self-determination
anymore now than they have in the past. The
assault of poverty and unemployment -- the
over 60% of Iraqis currently unemployed, the
vital monthly rations being half of what families
received before the war. The assault of a
complete lack of security and material well-being.
A day without electricity constitutes a state
of emergency in the U.S. Families sweltering
for almost five months in 120 degree temperatures,
confined to spend long airless, breathless,
nights in the confines of their homes -- kept
there by curfews and fear -- does not. The
assault on freedom of speech and expression
-- the seeming lack of awareness within the
Occupational Administration that Iraqis do
not need newspapers to incite them to violence
-- that witnessing, daily, the increasing
brutality of this occupation is provocation
enough. The assault on the living memories
of Iraqis -- that the victims of an incredibly
brutal dictatorship are not given the time
or space to process, to examine what allows
a or any Saddam to consolidate power. No time
to examine, to record their narratives --
nor time to heal, before being plunged --
collectively -- into another chapter of uncertainty
and insecurity.
As
counter-balance to the continuing assault
on Iraq, civil society and activism currents
are emerging and evolving and gaining cohesion
and sophistication. This is what keeps me
here. I fluctuate between fear and a crystal
clarity that there is no other place I should
be now. That witnessing and accompanying,
and supporting the emergence of a non-violent
resistance movement here is vital. That love,
compassion, commitment and rage -- for Anwar
and every other brother and sister like her
-- will keep me here. That a front-line is
never an easy but sometimes necessary place
to inhabit.
Caoimhe
Butterly is an Irish human rights activist
in Baghdad with Voices In the Wilderness.
For more information about the Relatives and
Friends for Justice Campaign, or about the
Union of the Unemployed's continued sit-in
protest, please contact her at: masasa73@hotmail.
com
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