GALA DAY FOR THE RESEARCH PROJECT

GALA DAY FOR THE RESEARCH PROJECT: I’ve been working on this research project, that looks at the effectiveness, as viewed 8 – 10 years later, of the widely varying policies that each of Rwanda, S. Africa, and Mozambique dopted in the early-to-mid 1990s, for nearly 30 months now. Today was truly a gala day for my enquiry. I had substantial amounts of time with three people key to understanding the Rwanda portion of the puzzle.
The first of these was Alison Des Forges, an American researcher who is truly a world-class expert on Rwanda– as well as a person who’s been called as ‘expert witness’ in a number of trials before the ICTR. I approached her in the public gallery of Courtroom 1 at the end of the morning’s proceedings, and she immediately agreed to go have lunch with me.
I’ve been playing an international game of telephone tag w/ Alison for two years or more now! Last year, we had an interaction in print, after she and Ken Roth, the Exec. Director of Human Rights Watch, wrote a fairly sharp criticism of the piece I had in Boston Review about post-genocide policies in Rwanda. (You can access that article through one of the links on the right of this weblog.)
Anyway, we had a really good discussion. I went back into the courtroom, and soon enough one of my very, very helpful contacts at the court came in to say that my application to interview Carla del Ponte had just turned up trumps. Carla, as you may know, is the Swiss legal eagle who’s the Chief prosecutor for both UICTR and its companion court for former-Yugoslavia, ICTY. I told her when I met her, at four this afternoon, that I last saw her in June 2001– from distance– when I was at ICTY the very day that she got custody of Slobodan Milosevic, and she’d given a fairly victorious press conference to celebrate the fact.
Then finally, a request that I’d made to speak to one of the defense lawyers came through; so this evening I had a great, one-hour-plus discussion with Diana Ellis, QC, a British barrister who’s on the defense team whose performance I’d been watching in Courtroom 1 these past two days. Diana voiced her trenchant criticisms of the ICTR process, which she sees as a clear example of “victor’s justice” (and she gave me many examples of bias against the defense teams that seemed to back up this conclusion. She also said that her three-year experience of working on Ferdinand Habimana’s defense team at the court had really soured her on the idea she had earlier had, that the ICC might be a great development in international affairs, given that she saw the distinct possibility that many of the problems she had identified at the ICTR would be exported wholesale to the ICC.
So, three widely varying points of view there. But all expressed in an extremely articulate and convinced way. Later it’ll be time for me to go in detail through the extensive notes that I took, and to make finely-tuned judgments. For now, I’m just acting like a sponge and gathering as much material as I can.
Have you noticed something, meanwhile, about the three people I described here? They are all of one gender… Are we talking, then, about a progressive feminization of international affairs? I would wish! But there are some portions of it where women are now coming to form some kind of a critical mass, and I find this really interesting to see (and, I suppose, to be a part of.)

REMEMBERING GENOCIDE:

REMEMBERING GENOCIDE: Early April 1994 was the time when that year’s terrible genocide in Rwanda was started. It then continued for a further 100 days, in the course of which around a million of the country’s seven million people were killed. In a very hands-on way.
Every year recently, inside Rwanda, the government has devoted the first week of April to genocide remembrance, and the observation of this solemn commemoration has started to spread a little outside the country.
I’m here in Arusha, Tanzania, the city where the International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda (ICTR), which was the UN’s main (ex post facto) response to the Rwandan genocide. Friends who work at the ICTR note that April 7– the day when the commemorations inside Rwanda come to a peak– passed in the Court with no word about it being uttered by the various international judges and lawyers who work busily there, developing the “professional field” of international criminal law with what sometimes seems like scant heed being paid to the actual who were affected by the genocide.
But this evening, a local, mainly-Rwandan church had organized a commemorative service– and the guest/speaker of honor was Adama Dieng, the Registrar of the ICTR, which was a lovely gesture, much appreciated by the other participants.
The commemoration turned out, actually, to be mainly a very Pentecostal-style chuservice, with lots of great singing and clapping. I had seen and participated in several such services when I was in Rwanda last year. The evangelical Christians seem to have made hundreds of thousands– maybe millions– of serious converts in the country, after the Catholic hierarchy was so compromised by its involvement w/ the genocide.
Anyway, many of the evangelical-style modes of worship seem to have a strongly healing, cathartic effect on people whose whole universe was torn apart by the genocide. Inside Rwanda, in many congregations, Tutsis and Hutus worship and work alongside each other in such churches. (And that includes inside the local Quaker “churches”, which is what they call them there: Eglises des Amis.)
Our commemoration here was held in a cavernously vast, ill-lit barn of a church building. One of the people I was with said that the joyful singing seemed a bit out of place on such an occasion. But I think it was really more the way these people– many, many of them direct survivors of the genocide– have chosen to reconstruct some meaning in their lives. There were, anyway, some solemn words from a pastor– who reassured people that though things may have seemed bleak, “at least God knows what’s going on.” Also that what had happened, “had exposed the continued workings of evil in the world.”
The bulk of the day before that, I had spent at the ICTR, watching highly paid international lawyers quibble over tiny sub-details in an extremely complex case. I was reminded, of course, of the comments made by both Rebecca West, at Nuremburg, and by Hannah Arendt, during the Eichmann trial in Jerusalem, that such trials dealing with major atrocity can easily end up being extremely legalistic, not to mention just plain boring.
Apparently, though, I’d arrived at a “good” day, drama-wise, in the trial of some of the media people involved in whipping up race-hate in Rwanda. On the witness stand was a well-known Rwandan radio announcer called Valerie Beremiki who was appearing as a witness for the defense of an accused radio-company official The wrinkle here being that Valerie herself is on trial inside the Rwandan justice system, where as a top suspect she may well be subject to the death penalty. So the South African judge was every so often at pains to remind the very robust cross-examining lawyer that Valeries had good reason to avoid self-incrimination…
Anyway, more on the court later. I haven’t seen much of Arusha, though it seems like a great place. I came in through Kilimanjaro International Airport, drove past the mountain to get here, and noted a number of Masai young men riding around on bikes in their beautiful red cloaks, bearing their herding sticks crosswise across the handle-bars…

FROM NAIROBI AIRPORT

FROM NAIROBI AIRPORT: I’ve now been traveling for 40-plus hours, so far seen four airports and a few areas of West London (I guess that was on Monday). Interesting that these places (Dulles, Heathrow, Jo’burg, Nairobi) seem almost totally unaffected by war-related anything. The only notable thing, in Jo’burg, was several passengers who looked Asian were wearing face masks. SARS seemed bigger than what Jim Woolsey described last week “World War IV”.
I have a few issues of connectivity to work out, regarding the GSM cellphone I bought in London. The phone weighs far, far less than the whole mess of plug adaptors I had to buy to use it, since it has English-style pins… Oh well, joys of technology.
The next flight– to Kilimanjaro– is on something called Precision Air. It’s apparanetly a new operation. The name may express aspiration more than description, but let’s see.
I’m so glad I remembered there’s this little internet place at Nairobi airport. $2 per 15 mins.
Better run!

RUSSIAN SITE’S VERSION OF COL. DOWDY REMOVAL:

RUSSIAN SITE’S VERSION OF COL. DOWDY REMOVAL: Back on March 25, I wrote about the pair of Russian websites that seem to be being maintained by Russia’s GRU military intelligence. Since then, I’ve intermittently been trying to assess these sites’ output.
Today, a piece on the English-language version of www.iraqwar.ru writes about yesterday morning’s surprise removal/replacement of the commander of the 1st Expeditionary Marine Squadron, Col. Joe Dowdy. No public explanation of this move has yet been provided by the US brass. The Russian site says that Col. Dowdy was, “deposed, ‘?for utmost hesitation and loss of the initiative during the storm of An-Nasiriya?’. This way the coalition command in Qatar found an excuse for their military faults by that town. The ‘guilt’ of the colonel was in his refusing to enter the town for almost 3 days and trying to suppress Iraqi resistance with artillery and aviation, trying to avoid losses.”
The Russians give no source for the portion they put in quotes there. Elsewhere, they frequently cite “intercepted communications” as their source.
Last week, reading a piece on one of the GRU sites, I got pretty excited that they seemed to have good knowledge of internal communications not just in the battlefield in Iraq, but also inside the Pentagon. Things they were writing then would appear in the Washington Post two or three days later. Then I thought, Nah, maybe it’s not the Pentagon they’re bugging. Maybe it’s just the internal chitchat among the WP reporters.
Back in the 1980s, I used to study the Russian military quite closely. Back then, of course, they were still the Soviets. Their military analysis then was often pretty sophisticated, and it still seems to be so. One of the things they often do on these new websites, this one and this one, is to assess the effectiveness that the US military’s tactics, as revealed in Iraq, would have on any operations inside northern Eurasian terrain. By no means a stupid thing to do!
And they also seem happy to let readers see– to some degree– how smart they are at whatever combination of actual listening and disinformation this is. Not stupid at all. And often, actually, quite interesting and well done.
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COMMENTS FEATURE ON ‘JWN’ SOON?

COMMENTS FEATURE ON ‘JWN’ SOON? Well, I can’t tell you how soon, since I’m just about to go of on this complicated trip. (See previous post, below.) But my technical advisor and I are working on specs for a radically upgraded presentation for JWN, as soon as we can manage it.
In the meantime, I keep telling myself I could at least put in a little feature at the end of each pst– either in the template (which I’m a bit wary of fiddling with at this point) or in each separate post, that would give you a handy way at least to email some comments to me.
Like this: Please send me your comments.

MENTAL MIGRATION TO AFRICA: I

MENTAL MIGRATION TO AFRICA: I am definitely on my way, switching gear between my obsession with the unfolding Iraq situation, and my upcoming five-week research trip to Africa.
Wednesday, I picked up my Mozambique visa in DC. Thursday, I picked up my traveler’s checks. Today, I picked up my re-issued ticket. I am definitely ready to rock and roll! Sunday evening will be the time I actually leave, from Dulles airport near DC. Then I’ll arrive in Arusha, Tanzania Tuesday evening. Kilimanjaro International Airport, here I come!
Because of the way I work, I do nearly all the work of preparing my research trips myself. No-one ever gave me a secretary. But that’s okay. I kind of love the nitty-gritty of it all: sending out the emails and faxes; planning the schedule; poring over the well-thumbed Lonely Planet guides to East Africa and Southern Africa; etc etc.
And then, there’s reading myself into where I want to be with the subject of the research. If you want to know what my project is about, there’s a description of it here. That description is a little old at this point– I do need to FTP my latest version of it over to the site. But you’ll get the general drift there. These days, I’m recontextualizing it a bit. I see the project as looking at how effective the different strategies have been, that these different societies chose back in the 1992-94 period, to deal with legacies of grave recent violence– and therefore, what does it take for societies to escape from cycles of violence?
The three cases in question are Rwanda, Mozambique, and South Africa. And yes, I know that the violence that occurred in each case was very specific, very sui generis. But still, I’m comparing the escape-from-violence strategies, not the violence itself.
Of the three, I’ll confess that right now it’s Mozambique that intrigues me the most. Maybe because it’s been so little studied. Maybe because it challenges so many of the unquestioned assumptions of the “modern” western view of the world. Yes, yes, contacts who are anthropologists of Mozambique have warned me against essentializing the cultural/cosmological differences between western and Mozambican worldviews, and against “exoticizing” my view of Mozambique.
But still…
(What’s the opposite of “exotic”, I wonder? I guess it should be “endotic”… )
Just yesterday, I got hold of and started avidly reading Leslie Swartz’s intriguing book, “Culture and mental health; A southern African view.” (This morning, I found LS’s email address, and sent a message to him pleading for time to talk w/ him while I’m in SA.)
Anyway, I wanted to write something here about a really interesting interview a friend from FCNL sent me today, in which Africa Action Exec Director Salih Booker talks about the devasting effect the present USUK war on Iraq is having on people in Africa. Maybe I’ll take some excerpts from that interview and discuss them in a subsequent post. Bottom line: “The war in Iraq is sure to have an overwhlemingly negative impact on Africa.” But go to that link I put, to see some of the really horrendous details Booker talks about.
I have also found it really inspiring, as I’ve been preparing for this trip, to go and read the “Jaded in Africa” blog that I have a link to in the column to the right. Yvette, who writes that blog, is a most remarkable person: a Filipina who’s doing social-development/social-organizing work in Somaliland. She’s observant, sensitive, self-aware, funny, informative, and dedicated. And she writes a beautiful blog!!
Today, she wrote a post about the Somali concept of “bulshada“, which is sort of like a strong concept of “community”. She writes that she’s found a strong and supportive bulshada with other Filipinos working in the Somaliland capital, Hargeisa.
I have a number of great, supportive bulshadas. I have a fabulous family. I have my f/Friends in the Charlottesville Friends Meeting (Quakers), and in our town’s lively peace-and-justice community. And I have friends and contacts around the world who provide emotional support as well as intellectual challenges and plenty of humor.
And now, thanks to this amazing world of the blogosphere, I have another new friend, whom I’ve never met but for whom I feel huge empathy: Yvette. Go read her blog!
Please send me your comments.

YARD-SIGN UPDATE: At the end

YARD-SIGN UPDATE: At the end of a post last Sunday, I wrote that I was going to put yellow-ribbon bows onto the two peace signs we have in our front yard. I did that, Monday. They looked pretty good, I thought. Wednesday night, the signs got uprooted yet again.
These are really pretty and effective signs, that have been designed and sold at cost by the Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice. They have white writing on a blue background. One side says “Stand up for peace”. The other says “Say NO to war.” CCPJ is already well into selling the second thousand of these signs, and if you drive around our hometown you’ll see them on many, many front lawns.
Our home has a prime frontage onto a busy crosstown street. Thousands of cars drive past each day, and when the University of Virginia is in session we have hundreds of pedestrians, joggers, and cyclists walk along our sidewalk each day, too. It’s a great place to have pro-peace signs.
Since I first put peace signs out in mid-January, they have been stolen, broken, defaced, or punched through on at least six occasions. For a while, after CCPJ had sold its first batch of 1,000 and before the second batch came in, I had to replace the stolen or broken signs with handmade ones. (And I can tell you that ‘Magnum’ brand supposedly permanent markers do NOT keep their hue when subjected to severe snowstorms.) Later, however, I built up a back-up supply of the CCPJ signs in my garage, and would simply replace the signs that got stolen or defaced.
For some reason, yesterday morning, when I saw that the signs had been taken away yet again, I felt sick to my stomach, and more violated than I had on any previous occasion. Maybe that was because I’d personalized them with the four hand-made yellow bows. Anyway, I felt quite fed up, and started thinking that maybe having the signs simply stuck into the soil near the sidewalk meant they were just too easy for hostile passers-by to interfere with. (Previously, I’d considered, and quite rejected, the idea of electrifying them somehow.) But maybe, I speculated yesterday, I could suspend them, instead, from some of the tree-branches that hang over the property beside the sidewalk??
So this morning I walked along the sidewalk with the dog to scout out the possibilities. Yes, definitely some very likely looking branches there… But as I walked, I looked down into the little stream that girds our property, some 20 feet below the road — and there they were! My beloved signs, still decked out with soggy looking ribbons: one in the stream, the other beside it. Both a little scuffed looking…
Well, as you can imagine, for now they are firmly back in solid ground, doing their job of quiet peace witness.
But I still wonder about the sad people who feel compelled to uproot, seize, and sometimes deface and mangle these signs. What about those values that the US was built on: free speech, and private property?
And they would do this even to signs that have yellow bows on them?
Yesterday, some pro-war people from around our area staged a counter-demonstration to the antiwar demonstration that CCPJ and its allies have been maintaining every Thursday afternoon for many years, on a busy intersection near the downtown mall. (I was not there at yesterday’s antiwar demonstration. But I was there last week, and I noticed at the time that a middle-aged white guy standing across the street seemed to be watching our arrival and arrangements fairly closely… )
Here’s how Daily Progress writer Reed Williams described the initial encounter between the two groups yesterday:
Antiwar activists arriving for a weekly demonstration outside the federal courthouse on Thursday found that their stretch of sidewalk had been occupied by flag-waving supporters of war in Iraq.
If this was not startling enough for the protesters, who are accustomed to gathering more or less unchallenged every Thursday at the Charlottesville intersection, one member of the pro-Bush camp ordered them to leave.
?Get out of here,? Robert A. Myer snarled. Then the 71-year-old Fluvanna County resident began to taunt a woman toting a ?Say No to War? sign…

Well, it turns out I do know the woman in question. Poor her, having to put up with such misbehavior! But I’m quite confident that she handled the “snarling” and the “taunting” calmly and well.
I also think, poor Robert A. Myer. He must be a deeply troubled man. Does he have a loved one serving in the forces, and is he sick with worry over that person’s fate, I wonder? Or what else might be his problem?
Really, we in the antiwar movement have to find good ways to talk to these sad souls. I mean, surely we can find a way to be civil with each other, and to treat each other with respect and empathy, even if we disagree??
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PLANNING FOR THE ‘AFTERMATH’:

PLANNING FOR THE ‘AFTERMATH’: The military outcome of this war is, at this point in time, completely unpredictable. The currently “best possible” scenario for the US-UK troops could be mean getting into Baghdad within the next 2-3 days; regime collapse there spreads out through the whole country; extension of a measure of US-UK military control over the whole country by the end of April. The “worst possible” scenario would be that sometime between 2004 and 2005 the US decides the still-continuing imbroglio has become so costly that it finally decides to “redeploy offshore” (Reagan’s memorable term for the withdrawal from Lebanon, 1984) and has to plead desperately for the United Nations to facilitate its departure…
Actually, a short-term appearance of that “best case” does not in itself preclude the subsequent realization of the “worst case.” But even in itself, the “best case” scenario as outlined above now looks highly unlikely.
What is clear is that what was envisaged — and actively peddled– by many in the Washington policy community as a sort of hygienic and rapid shift from an “Iraq dominated by Saddam” situation to an “Iraq rebuilt by America” situation has been neither hygienic nor rapid. Instead, the US-UK forces are mired in the mud, fog, and pestilence of combat. Which is the precise fact that the war-peddlers wanted the rest of the world to forget about all along. Hence, what I always called their strong attempt to “elide” the nasty fact that before the “rebuilding by America” phase could begin, there would still, actually, have to be a war.
They made it sound like some wonderful, Iraq-wide urban renewal scheme. Just a few political details to be seen to there– oh, just the collapse of a national government, nothing major– and then the good and the great could get on with their intensely visionary, intensely humanitarian task of building a new Iraq.
Except that three or four of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse had to be summoned in along the way there.
But no need for me to labor this point any more. I wrote a lot about the “elision of war” move before the war was launched. I guess I do want to make one arcane etymological point, though, while we’re talking about an “aftermath”. This word has no relationship to ordinary math– arithmetic and geometry and such. Instead, the “math” in there is an Old English term for land that has been mowed. (As “filth” is an area that has been fouled, etc.) So to have an “aftermath”, first of all you need to do some “mowing”. And mowing is a totally appropriate term to describe what is being inflicted on the people of Iraq right now…
Example: the Brits are now jumping up and down saying they need to get into Basra because the people there have no clean water. Well, why do they have no clean water? Is it that they’ve never had clean water? No. Is it because the city’s water-pumping plants– whose capacity had previously been reduced by 12 years of UN-US-UK-imposed sanctions on vitals parts– were finally knocked out of business in the first days of this war by a British or American bombardment? Yes: this explanation of what happened is far, far more likely.
And throughout the whole country the same pattern has been observed. Because of President Bush’s inhuman decision to launch this war, major damage has been caused to many pillars of Iraq’s national infrastructure. That is what happens in war. (Which all the eager “urban renewers” in the policy and “humanitarian” communities preferred to forget.)
But then, for the protagonists of this war to say that at this stage they need to continue the fighting in order to “save” the Iraqi people from the consequences of the resulting, and quite predictable, humanitarian disaster– well, this defies all morals and logic.
[The other day, my 17-year-old daughter Lorna Quandt said in amazement: “Mom, has the world always been this crazy?” I said, “Well, love, it’s true that states often treat other states and their citizens very cynically. So I guess at one level it’s always been somewhat like this. But these present claims of ‘humanitarianism’ really are beyond belief.” We agreed that an analogous situation in our neighborhood would be if we set fire to our neighbor’s house, and then as the flames rose higher rushed ostentatiously in to “save” her. And that after that, we would just stay on in her house and say that because we had “saved” her life, now we claimed her house as our own… ]
I actually set out to write about the still-ongoing wrangle inside the Bush administration over who gets to control post-war Iraq. Even though it may seem hard to see just why anyone would want to get stuck with what likes a mammoth tar-baby of a political challenge there. But still, Washington infighting being what it is, everyone there is fighting for a piece of the piece of the “post-” war action. In fact, they’re doing it so hard that few people even look outside Washington and notice that actually, even Tony Blair wants the UN to play a major role in overseeing Iraq’s rebuilding.
The fighting, as so often, has been between the hawkish Pentagon suits and the State Department. Earlier, agreement had been reached that post-war Iraq would be administered by an all-American body headed by a recently retired General, Jay Garner. But who would work under him? (Garner himself comes across as either tight-lipped or very unsure of himself.)
State had earlier rolled out its own plan: to have, under Garner, three very well qualified senior Foreign Service Officers (two females and one African-American) each rule Gertrude Bell-like over a sector of a somewhat federalized Iraq…
But then, the Pentagon countered with a petulant insistence that No! It wanted to have its own favored nominees in control of the whole shebang. One name prominently mentioned was that of Jim Woolsey, a former Director of the CIA in the early Clinton years who is also a Board member of the extremely rightwing Jewish Institute for National Security Affairs. (Garner also has a lesser link with JINSA: he went on a JINSA-sponsored trip to Israel a few years ago.)
In the NYT today, David Sanger has a piece in which he reports that, “On Capitol Hill, however, even the Republican-controlled appropriations committees of both the House and Senate voted today to take control of reconstruction out of the hands of the Pentagon, and give it to Secretary of State Colin L. Powell. The committees voted to give the State Department and other agencies authority over the $2.5 billion in post-conflict aid that the Bush administration sought for the Pentagon under an emergency appropriation.”
So the issue has been resolved for now…. Or has it? Who can tell whether the Pentagon suits might not mount a counter-attack? What about Blair and his continued insistence that the UN has to have a role? And anyway, more fundamentally, who can foresee at this point when it might even be safe to start thinking about starting long-term reconstruction in Iraq, rather than just short-term distribution of emergency rations?
One thing does seem clear. Given that all the promises made by the exiled Iraqi pol, the Great Pretender Ahmed Chalabi, to the effect that “his” people inside Iraq would all rise as one to welcome their US-UK “liberators”, have been proven disastrously misbegotten, that is one person who most likely will NOT be given any role in “rebuilding” Iraq.
Meanwhile, the 60-plus percent of the Iraqi population who are Shi-ites seem simply to be biding their time. It increasingly seems to me that the future of nearly all the non-Kurdish part of the country will lie in their hands, and in no-one else’s.
In a future post– to be written, perhaps, as I take my 40-hour, four-leg journey to Arusha, Tanzania in just a few days’ time– I’ll say a few things about the time I visited the Iraq’s two very holy Shi-ite cities, Najaf and Kerbala, back in 1980.

YELLOW RIBBON SHORTAGE:

YELLOW RIBBON SHORTAGE: Yesterday, I wrote that I was going to buy some yellow ribbon and make bows to put on the peace signs in our front yard. So I got to the local craft supplies / “notions” store around 5:30 p.m., and the ribbon department was nearly totally out of yellows.
The point of this, you’ll remember, was to send a message of support for US troops– while totally not ignoring the devastation being rained on Iraqi troops and civilians and without diluting at all our family’s stand against the war.
So all I could find was two spools of very thin (maybe 3 mm.) satin ribbon. I spooled it quickly over the thumb and little finger of my left hand to make multi-looped bows of as much volume as possible. Made four of them. Tied one to each side of each of our yard signs. They looked pretty good as I did them, though when I stepped back they looked a little wimpy.
Saturday night, I bumped into my friend “jailbird” Michele at a potluck. (You remember Michele from this post; and this one. She’s the person who started the idea of doing an antiwar sit-in in our local Congressman’s office on March 20th.)
On Saturday she was once again really upset about the war. Her daughter’s boyfriend joined the Marines about six months ago. “They lied to him!” she said, again and again, shaking her head in disbelief. “They said he would just be able to learn computers! They said he would never go anywhere near the front line of any war.”
The young man’s recruitment had been a sort of long-drawn-out seduction campaign by the recruiters, who started when he was only 16. (“Only 16! It’s an outrage!”) Michele and her life-partner had tried and tried to explain to him that there were other ways to learn computers. But the recruiters relentlessly maintained the seduction.
He signed up shortly after his 18th birthday. Trained in California. And a few weeks ago was shipped out to Kuwait. (“They lied to him!”)
Michele said her daughter bursts into tears whenever she thinks about it.
I can imagine that young man, and so many other young men and women like him, stranded out there now in a continually threatening “hostile enviornment”, in a place where so many pro-war pundits had promised them– promised all of us– that the entry of US troops would be “a cakewalk”.
A cakewalk, by the way, is a sort of fun contest people used to engage in at county fairs here in the US; also, a jazz-era dance. What it is NOT is what those young soldiers have been sent out to endure.
Yeah, Michele, they lied to all of us.