JWN transformed

Welcome to the new edition of JWN! It has many great new features, as I’ll explain below.
First news first, though. Yesterday, Lorna Quandt graduated from Charlottesville High School. So we’ve been having a great family get-together: Tarek came in from Austin, Leila and Greg from NYC, and Lorna’s boyfriend Joe from Ossining, NY.
It has been incredibly wonderful having all my progeny and their s.o.’s around. Just a tad bittersweet, since Lorna is the last… My baby! All grown up now. Anyway I can write more about that later.
But having Tarek here has been of particular relevance to the JWN update story, since it was he who, since the turn of the year, (1) explained carefully to me what this thing called a “blog” is; (2) encouraged my early efforts to get one up and running, dispensing free technical advice along the way; and (3), most recently, helped me to move the whole of JWN over to a new blog-maintenance capability called Movable Type.
Which in my humble opinion works fabulously!
Look at all the great features you can now enjoy! You can go to the sidebar to the right and click on any item listed in the ‘Recent Entries’ — or click on any marked date in the calendar, to see entries from that day. Try the ‘Search’ capability. It’s really powerful– makes my sad old attempt to keep up an Index look ultra-puny by comparison.
Plus, you can now post your own comments at the end of any of the JWN posts– and indeed, keep quite a little discussion going about any of themwith other readers, if you want.
Soon to come, I hope, will be photos!! Plus I want to find a way to change the color of the items that are hyperlinks, since I think this one is sludgy and unclear. Plus we will maybe put all the past posts into Categories and then generate an Archive-by-category…
But hey! This Movable Type package has already proven itself really powerful and flexible. Since I’m still tweaking the templates some, do please click on the ‘Comments’ button below and send me your suggestions for how to make the blog better.
Also– this is important!!! If you came to JWN through the URL: www.justworld.blogspot.com, or through any bookmark or other path that linked to that URL, then you need to know that I won’t be sending JWN posts to that URL any longer. The URL that is the best one to use from here on is the following: www.justworldnews.org.
So please make a note of that, and change your bookmarks as necessary. Thanks!

THE ‘CON’ IN ‘NEO-CON’:

THE ‘CON’ IN ‘NEO-CON’: I was just re-reading (and correcting a typo or two in) yesterday’s post about Chalabi. And it came to me with the proverbial blinding flash! Now we know what the ‘con’ in ‘neo-con’ really stands for!
And we thought it was “conservative.” No, friends, these guys (Perle, Wolfie, BAD, and friends) are anything but conservative. They are rabid, wild-eyed radicals.
And “con” just stands for itself.

CHALABI DOUBLY DISCREDITED:

CHALABI DOUBLY DISCREDITED: Ahmad Chalabi, the sleazemeister of Jordan’s Petra Bank scandal, has now been completely discredited on two key claims he made when he successfully “sold” himself and his ambitions for Iraq to Bombs-Away Don in the months leading up to the US invasion.
The first of these was that he had extensive networks of supporters inside Iraq who would rise joyfully to greet him and his US military pals as “liberators” when they entered Iraq.
The second was that he could provide to the US and their British allies insider information (presumably, from members of those same “networks”?) extensive and reliable details of many aspects of Saddam Hussein’s very advanced and dangerous WMD programs.
Well, it didn’t take many hours after the launching of the offensive against Iraq for the claim about Chalabi’s “extensive networks of supporters” to become discredited. The invasion proved NOT to be the promised cakewalk. And– as a matter of even greater continuing importance– the claims Chalabi had made about being easily able to negotiate the installation of a pliant, pro-US (and even, pro-Israeli) governing structure inside post-Saddam Iraq, based on those elusive networks of supporters, have also proven quite unfounded.
So the US is now mired inside Iraq for the long haul.
No surprise there, to me. Sadly.
Which brings me to the whole “WMD” issue. (Quite apart from the fact that ‘WMD’ itself is a highly misleading term, that has been deliberately introduced into this whole discourse by those who seek to gloss over the fact that there is a huge difference– in actual effect, as in the structures of international arms-control agreements– between nuclear weapons, on the one hand, and biological and chemical weapons, on the other… In the Middle East, there is only ONE state that has an existing nuclear-weapons capability. It ain’t Iraq, and it ain’t Iran… )
But here’s the thing. Thus far, the total fallaciousness of all the overblown claims that Bombs-Away Don, the Prez, their pals, and even their hired hand Colin Powell made about Iraq’s so-called ‘existing WMD capabilities’ has not become a huge issue within the US body politic.
Nothing like the size of an issue it has already become, for example, for Tony Blair, inside the British body politic.
But as Iraq turns into more and more of a Vietnam-like quagmire for the Bush administration (see Chalabi false claim #1 above), then the questioning inside the US as to “How on earth did our country get into this mess in Iraq?” will evidently become more pointed. (Think Gulf of Tonkin.)
At which point, the character of the so-called “evidence” on Saddam’s WMD programs will inevitably come under greater and greater scrutiny.
Meanwhile, of course, the COST to the US taxpayer of sustaining the large-scale military occupation inside Iraq will become far, far higher than Wolfowitz and Co. had projected– not just because of the size of the occupation force required and the length of its stay (reason for both of which being Chalabi false claim #1), but also because of the reluctance of other powers to join in an occupation venture which was launched on the basis of such inaccurate and deliberately manipulated “evidence” about the alleged WMD programs.
I have seen numerous signs that there’s a lot of anger out there, in the international community, about the increasingly evident deceptiveness of the grounds on which the Bushites first of all launched the war against Iraq, and then tried to strongarm as many weak governments as they could into joining the so-called “coalition”. This feeling of having been deceived has probably only been further stoked by Wolfie’s recent boasts to Vanity Fair about how the ‘WMD issue’ was used (manipulated?) primarily for bureaucratic reasons, rather than because it had any particular merit. It is a feeling that will certainly make other governments think twice or thrice about responding positively to the administration’s pleas that they contribute either troops or treasure to Washington’s continuing tasks regarding the administration of Iraq…
Which will put the onus for staffing and paying for the lengthy occupation of Iraq firmly back where it belongs: on the shoulders of the US.
But heck! That’s you and me, US taxpayers!! This is going to cost us real dough!!!
… So who got us into this situation, then?
The easy thing is to blame Ahmad Chalabi. However, contrary to what you might infer from reading the above, I don’t put the primary responsibility on him. Hey, the guy’s an operator! He was easily able to roll all those thousands of small investors who lost their savings in the Petra Bank– and, for quite a while, the Jordanian bank regulators, too.
So, do we blame him for trying to “roll” the US government when he got a chance? Possibly, yes. To some extent. But much more than Chalabi, I place the blame on the shoulders of those within this administration who were his willing dupes, who placed US foreign policy, billions of dollars of US taxpayer money, and the lives of scores of US soldiers (as well as untold thousands of Iraqis) totally and uncritically in hock to this proven conman.
And they would be?? Well, I’m sure that you, my readers, are smart enough to figure this out.

THE NEXUS BETWEEN GENOCIDE AND WAR:

THE NEXUS BETWEEN GENOCIDE AND WAR: Last night, I watched “The Pianist”. Again. The first time was back at the beginning of the month, in Johannesburg. But last night, my spouse brought the video home from the video store. So I decided to sit down and watch it again, with him.
It is a remarkable, gut-wrenching movie. Adrien Brody has such a haunting, haunted face, and plays the expressions on it like a true maestro. The story only occasionally seemed overdone. (A couple of tropes apparently borrowed from other people’s trails of tears: the Gestapo-forcing-the-Jews-to-dance thing; the woman-who-had-to-smother-her-own-baby thing. But who knows? Maybe those were in Szpilman’s original book, and before that, in his life. In which case, forget what I said about tropes.*)
Generally, the movie takes you right along with Vladek as his family is squeezed by the Nazis’ ever-increasing encroachments on their lives and liberties. He loses everyone and everything around him. And he gains– well, he gains an other-worldly personal affect even as the story of what happens to him becomes more and more “fantastickal”. As well as deadly true and truly deadly.
The movie almost takes you inside the experience of being the survivor of a genocide. Of course, as I watched it, I remembered survivors’ narratives that I heard from people I interviewed last year, in Rwanda. In some of the movie’s early scenes, firstly as ever more and more restrictions were placed on Warsaw’s Jews, and then as they were herded into the tight confines of the ghetto, I thought of the current travails of my Palestinian friends…
But the movie also reminded me of something I first started reflecting on some weeks ago: namely, that while hate-inciters and other various assorted sickoes can be found in every society, it seems to be only in the circumstances of an all-out war that such people and grouplets actually get to act out the full sickness of their genocidal ambitions.
I think this feels like a fairly significant insight. Think of Germany, think of Rwanda, think of Saddam’s Anfal campaign. All of them carried out under the “fog of war”.
This is NOT to say, at all, that genocide is “just another one of the things that gets to happen in war.” It is NOT just another “excess” of the war situation. It deserves to be treated seriously, and with deep opprobrium. (There is something in me that says that the twice-over intentionality that is built into all the international-law definitions of genocide may, however, be a bit overblown. The central tragedy of a genocide seems to me to be–as Gerard Prunier remarked in a discussion I had with him in 2001, that it wipes out “everything that might be a vehicle through which a person might hope to leave any personal legacy in the world.” But then, if your entire ethnic or religious or whatever kind of group ends up getting wiped out because of, say, avoidable famine or some such cause, does that feel any different to a victim from being wiped out because someone hates your particular group? I don’t think so. Indeed, you could say that being genocided because of intention pays the target group more heed–even if heed of the most hateful kind–than being genocided out of sheer inattention…)
Be that as it may.
I postulate that the reason for the nexus between genocide and war is because, in time of war, so many of people’s “normal” inhibitions–and primarily, the normal inhibition against killing– have to be suppressed. This then allows sick individuals and grouplets who advocate genocidal, mass killings to gain a much wider and more sympathetic hearing than they could ever get in normal times. Plus, there is all the fear and hysteria of war-time discourse: the frequently exaggerated fears of hostile “fifth columns” whose members–often thought in many people’s minds to be members of a certain rethnic or religious group– need to be rooted out. Etc., etc.
So here’s a simple policy prescription. If this nexus exists, then one very effect way to “prevent” genocide– an obligation that the 1948 Genocide Convention lays on all members of the international community– would be to prevent war.
Tell me what YOU think.

A SOUTH AFRICAN IN VIRGINIA:

A SOUTH AFRICAN IN VIRGINIA: Emily Mnisi is an ethnic Sothu with a Master’s degree in special education from the University of Lancaster. These days, she’s on the management team of a farm-based therapeutic community for adults with mental disabilities, near Johannesburg. It’s called Cluny Farm.
Back at the beginning of the month, when my daughter Leila and I were in South Africa, Emily took us around a bit, including on a really interesting tour of Soweto. Last weekend, Emily and I were both in Philadelphia for a working reunion of the 14 folks who took part in last summer’s International Quaker Working Party on the Israel-Palestine Conflict. And since she had a couple of days free afterwards, I invited her to come back down to Virginia with me.
So I spent the past couple of days doing various things in and around my hometown, Charlottesville, with Emily. I knew in advance that hosting Emily here would be fun. But it was also very instructive.
Given her field of expertise, I thought she would find it interesting to visit a similar kind of farm-based therapeutic community that’s just half an hour away from here. It’s called Innisfree. And though I’d never visited it before, I’d heard a lot of good things about it, and was quite happy to arrange to take her there for a visit.
Innisfree Executive Director Lee Walters couldn’t have been kinder. She gave us two hours of her time yesterday morning, and she and Emily exchanged many ideas and impressions about their two remarkably similar projects.
In the afternoon, I’d arranged a visit to Work Source Enterprises, a C’ville-based non-profit that provides a wide range of employment/empowerment services for adults with mental disabilities. Again, I’d heard vaguely about their work beforehand, but never been there. There, Vice President John Santoski showed us around.
In a way, I was even more impressed with WSE, since it is community based, and it tries to serve the entire community (with some emphasis on the needs of low-income people).
Another thing that these two visits– and a couple of other ones that we made around town– brought home to me was the importance to people with disabilities of our area’s ‘JAUNT’ transportation system for people with disabilities. It is this system that allows people with disabilities to get to workplaces, doctors’ appointments, and generally around town…
Okay. I am sure that many of my readers have known all about such matters, and have understood them well, for many years already. Yes, I “knew” them, at an intellectual level beforehand, too. But somehow, seeing this wonderful array of services being provided to people with disabilities in our community– and seeing it alongside Emily, who’s deeply involved with South Africa’s efforts to empower its disabled population as much as possible– well, somehow it made me value what John and Lee and all their colleagues do in our community even more than I did before.
And it made me want to guard their really life-giving programs against all the budgetary depradations that are heading toward them from Washington like some massive tsunami.
And it made me want to take all the gazillions of dollars-worth of resources that the US federal government is pouring into weaponry and other means of coercion of non-American peoples around the globe– and pour it instead into starting just exactly THESE kinds of programs for other people around the world, instead.
(One early reaction Emily gave, after she rode down here with me on the train from DC, and then figured out that we’d traversed only one small part of one of the 50 states of the USA, was to say– “But, you Americans have such a big, beautiful country here! Why do you have to– ” I think it was politeness that prevented her from finishing the sentence. )
What the folks in South Africa are trying to do is so big, and so brave, and so inspiring! They are trying, I think, inside their one country, to do something that we all ought to be aiming to do at the GLOBAL level. Starting with a grossly inequitable system based on race– apartheid– they’ve been trying to transform it into one that provides at least a decent level of human services to everyone, regardless of race.
(Of course, Emily had many poignant stories of what it was like to grow up under apartheid. I don’t want to appropriate them and tell them here. I want HER to write her own stories for the rest of us! What I will just recount, quickly, is her tale of walking three miles to school each day, and three miles home at the end of the day– and seeing a small handful of white kids ride by her on a big, nearly-empty school bus… She noted, too, that while the girls from her community had to walk, some of the boys were given bikes to ride to school… Also, their school, locked in the “Bantu” education system, only went up to Standard Five. After that, to finish all the way through high school, she had to do the rest of it on her own, at home, by correspondence… But really, wait till she writes her own story, and that of the parents whom she describes in loving terms as, “incredibly resourceful.”)
So, anyway, instead of the communities and governments from the rich world just shoveling resources into building decent human-development systems for our sisters and brothers living in the poor world– we shovel them instead into weapons, and armies, and mechanisms of control?
What is our problem?? I think we are the ones with the most serious disability. Call it moral-attention deficit disorder. Call it mean-spiritedness. Call it blindness. Whatever it is, we need to deal with it.

SHARON USES THE ‘O’ WORD:

SHARON USES THE ‘O’ WORD: Might the fragile-seeming Mideast ‘roadmap’ have some legs after all? The most intriguing indication that this just might be so came from reports that were leaked out of a seemingly stormy encounter Monday afternoon between Ariel Sharon and some of his colleagues in the Likud Party leadership.
According to these reports, which were relayed breathlessly to a waiting outside world by Reuters and the Israel daily Ha’Aretz, among others, Sharon actually confronted his colleagues with some harsh truths about the nature of Israel’s longterm administration of military rule over the lives of the 3.5 million Palestinian residents of the occupied territories.
“We don’t like the word, but this is occupation,” Reuters reported him as saying. “To keep 3.5 million Palestinians under occupation is bad for Israel and the Palestinians…We need to get away from this in a way that won’t hurt our security. This cannot continue forever.”
Hallelujah!!
Sharon’s confrontation with his colleagues came one day after the Likud members in the government showed themselves badly split over how to vote in the government’s vote on the four-party International Roadmap for an Israeli-Palestinian Peace. Sharon’s motion that the government support the roadmap squeaked through by only one vote, with many abstentions– and a number of Likud leaders were among the abstainers.
I wonder how many decades it has been– if indeed it has ever happened before–since a leader of Likud used this particular “‘O’ word”? For decades now, Likud and all the rest of Israel’s territorial maximalists have studiously avoided ever using it. And in addition, they have exerted massive efforts in order to force other people not to use it, either. The territories in question– that is, the West Bank, Gaza (and Golan)– are always referred to, when specification of their status is necessary, as either “the administered territories”, or “the territories.” Occasionally, if they were feeling very generous, Likud people would allow as to how these lands might be “disputed territories”.
Well, actually, Golan and a hugely expanded version of East Jerusalem are not even considered to be in these categories, since the Israeli Knesset unilaterally annexed them in respectively 1981 and 1967. But no-one else of any note has ever recognized those acts of annexation as legitimate.
And then, the rest of the West Bank– after expanded East Jeruslaem was gouged out of it– was referred to by the Biblical tags “Yehuda and Shomron” (Judea and Samaria).
So now, finally, in 2003, Sharon utters the word “occupation”.
It is true, he uses this to refer only to the people of the occupied territories, rather than to the territories themselves. (That should be the next step.) But still, it is excellent that he has come to recognize and name the nature of the administrative arrangement according to which the Israeli government has–for 36 long years now– come to exercize military rule over the Palestinian people of these lands.
According to Ha’Aretz’s version, Sharon told the Likud meeting Monday afternoon, “It is not possible to continue holding three and a half million people under occupation… This is a terrible thing for Israel, for the Palestinians and for the Israeli economy. Today 1.8 million Palestinians live thanks to support from international organization. Do you want to take responsible [sic] for them yourselves? I do not think that it is right to control Bethlehem and Ramallah.”
Well, of course there are more ways than one to end Israel’s occupation over the Palestinian PEOPLE. One way would be the way advocated by extremists inside the Israeli government like Tourism Minister Benny Elon. He advocates widescale “transfer”– that is, the ethnic cleansing of large numbers of Palestinians out of the West Bank and Gaza, into neighboring countries.
That way, Israel would get the land, and Jordan or Egypt would get the “responsibility” for the looking after its now already deeply pauperized Palestinian population.
That’s why it is important to urge Sharon to go one stage further, and giver explicit recognition not only that the nature of Israel’s relationship to the people of the West Bank and Gaza is one of “occupation”, but that its relationship to those territories themselves is also one of “occupation”.
Because “occupation”– as everyone involved in this business either states openly, or implicitly admits by their very employment of complicated circumlocutions– is not an acceptable longterm situation.
So I really want to applaud Sharon for having started to use the O word. But he needs to go on and use it in reference to the lands concerned, and not just the people…
He also needs to take concrete steps that show that the “support” he has now grudgingly extended to the Roadmap will be actualized in concrete steps his government can and should take, starting now. Like, for example, ordering the total halt on all new construction activity in connection with the settlements project in the occupied territories and the dismantlement of the so-called “illegal” settlements. (Of course, under international law, ALL the settlements are quite illegal.)
Will he take such steps? Unlike his good buddy Bill Safire, I cannot read his mind.
But some of what he reportedly said at Monday’s Likud meeting did not augur well for the prospect of him taking such actions. Questioned by one Likud MP who’s a resident of the “Ariel” mega-settlement in the northern West Bank, Sharon soothingly replied that the roadmap did allow for the continued building of settlement housing. “It certainly allows the unlimited building for your children and grandchildren, and I hope even for your great-grandchildren,” he was reported as saying.
Despite such warning signs as this though, still, I just have to savor the moment of reading about Sharon’s encounter with the ‘O’ word.

PUMLA’S BOOK:

PUMLA’S BOOK: I’m writing this, sitting on Amtrak train 94, traveling from Washington DC to Philadelphia. Beforehand, on the connecting bus from Charlottesville up to DC, I read a most amazing book, that I want to write these notes on before I forget. Also, I’ll probably be giving my copy of it to my friend Emily Mnisi soon, before she returns to South Africa. I learned when I was there earlier this month that the book isn’t out there yet.
Well, the book is Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela’s book, “A Human Being Died that Night: A South African Story of Forgiveness.” I’ve been looking forward to reading it for quite a while. I’ve read a few of her shorter articles, and enjoyed them. But the book goes to a whole new level of insight and inspiration…
Dr. G-M is a professor of clinical psychology at the University of Cape Town. (I tried to get hold of her when I was there, but was unable to.) Back in the apartheid days, she was occasionally called on to do psychological evaluations of youths being tried for various violent crimes. Then, with the transition to democracy, she joined one of the committees of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. One of her tasks was to set up hearings and outreach programs for former victims of apartheid-era violence throughout the Western Cape region.
In September 1997, she was present in a TRC hearing where one of the most notoriously murederous apparatchiks of the apartheid repression apparatus, Eugene de Kock, was present at a hearing into an incident called the Motherwell incident in which five white security police men had been involved in killing three black policemen (and one passer-by). G-M doesn’t give many details about that incident except to suggest that the black policement needed to be “silenced” because they knew too much… Anyway, De Kock was there as the person who had given the five perpetrators the order to carry out their task.
Afterwards, he astonished G-M by asking to meet privately with the widows of the slain men. Two of them agreed. G-M doesn’t give us any details of what he said to them during that meeting (where his lawyer, and a lawyer supporting the two bereaved women were also present.) A few days later, G-M met the two women, Pearl Faku and Doreen Mgoduka:
“‘I was profoundly touched by him,’ Mrs. Faku said of her encounter with de Kock. Both women felt that de Kock had communicated to them something he felt deeply and had acknowledged their pain. ‘I couldn’t control my tears… I hope that when he sees our tears, he knows that they are not only tears for our husbands, but tears for him as well… I would like to hold him by the hand, and show him that there is a future, and that he can still change.'” (pp. 14-15)
That account from Mrs. Faku sent G-M off on a quest of her own. Using her own professional skills, she determined she’d try to contact de Kock and talk to him to try to understand him and his actions better.
At that time, de Kock’s nickname in the South African media was “Prime Evil”. In fact, he was already in jail, serving a sentence for other murderous “excesses” he’d committed while he was head of the notorious Volkplaas security compound, located on a farm of that name near Pretoria.
G-M must be a pretty good clinical interviewer. (How does a psychologists evaluatory/investigative interview differ from a journalist’s, I wonder? Or a historian’s? Or a police interrogator’s?) But evidently, from that very first, three-plus-hour encounter with him in his cell in “C-max” maximum-security prison, she knew how to draw him out, and get him to describe the explanatory and justificatory world he had lived in during the apartheid era. Some of what he told her rings incredubly true regarding the actions of the Israelis towards the Palestinians, today. Here is what I assume to be her paraphrasing of some of what he had told her:
“‘Preemptive killing’ at the time was designed to build strust among whte voters and to show apartheid politicians that the country’s security police were doing their job efficiently.
“‘We had to be seen to be on top of the ANC threat at all costs, de Kock explained. ‘If there was a lot of trouble in an area, I would send my men to contact sources to come over. We would start phoning, say, a chap, a source, back in Botswana. We would cover all bases in order to hit back hard. At the same time– you see, there had to be something happening.'” (p.30)
This idea of “pre-emptive killing” being carried out mainly to satisfy the (perceived or real) political demands of one’s own side– rather than necessarily serving any well-thoughout-out political-military strategy– is one that once you think about it, truly boggles the mind. People must DIE for that?? Well, I guess it’s bad enough that they die, that they ARE KILLED, anyway, for whatever reason… But somehow, what de Kock told G-M can easily be translated almost directly to the kinds of brutal policies that the Sharon government has been following. Policies that include, of course, what is called “targeted killing” (as though that gives ity some kind of pseudo-scientific justification– but that remains, like apartheid’s ‘preemptive killings’, just a policy of quite extrajudicial killings-in-cold-blood.
Well, moving right along here. G-M’s book is a profound reflection not just on what made Eugene de Kock into a cold-blooded murderer– in fact, she doesn’t go into that in anything like the depth I was expecting, at least, not at the level of his own individual biography, his history of abuse at the hands of his father when young, etc., etc. (I think her concern was much more with what it was in the kind of thinking that dominted Afrikaner culture and society during the apartheid years that had led to him being who he was, and acting as he did. To that extent, she seems to accept much of his own argument that, evil though he might have been, in fact he more like a ‘foot soldier’ who did those things under implicit or near-explicit orders from those higher in the government than he, than he was a ‘general’ in his owen right.)
But in addition to exploring that whole complex of issues, G-M is also prepared to go to more challenging, difficult places. She is not afraid to look at issues of violence committed by black South Africans, as well as violence committed by whites. With huge honesty, she describes (pp.10-11) her own role as a supportive bystander during an incident in 1990, in Umtata, the “capital” of the apartheid-engineered “bantustan” of Transkei, when an army officer alleged to be acting on behalf of Pretoris was thwarted by pro-ANC troops and activists from launching a pro-Pretoria coup there:
“Gunfire echoed in the streets and over our heads… Depite the fact that it was clear that people could be seriously injured, despite all of that, I was waiting for the moment when I would celebrate victory with those multitudes watching in the streets. The moment of victory did arriove. The officer who was leading the coup, Captain Craig Duli, was ‘captured’. There was jubilation throughout Umtata. My car was filled to the brim; soldiers perched wherever there was space, hoisting their R1 rifles in the air through the windows as I honked and drove in circles in a spirit of celebration…
“As the true nature of the events emerged, and we heard how the mutilated body of Captain Duli had been thrown into the trunk of any army vehiclke, and how he later either died of his wounds or was shot along with others who had sided with him, I realized that I had beern party to the killing of another human being. I had knowingly participated in an incident that would certainly result in the taking of a life. In my moind the point was not whether I could have done anything to stop it or not, but simply that I had been there, celebrating.”(p.11)
In this same spirit of relentless examination of both self and in-group, G-M explores the issue of ‘necklacing’, that is, the “punitive” action young black militants would take against suspected regime informers in the 1980s, when they would put a tire around thei suspect’s neck, fill it with gasoline, and then ignite it.
“In relation to the necklace murders, were black people who were bystanders to these gruesome human burnings really in a similar situation to that of the South African white community, who chose to believe official reports in the newspapers about the war that South Africa was fighting? Are the roles of perpetrator, victim, and bystander so mutually interchangeable?
“‘We failed our children,’ said oone [presumably black] woman during interviewsd I was conducting in Mlungisi, an Eastern Cape township once devastated by apartheid’s war and by necklace murders. ‘We failed to protect them, not just those who were burnt by the necklace, but those who did this terrible thing. We sat here and watched. We did or said nothing. The whole community. We sat here hoping somebody will do something to break this cycle of insanity. It has left us with this terrible unhealable scar, knowning that we could have, but we didn’t.'” (p.75)
… Anyway, this post comes to you from the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia, where I’ll be for the rest of the weekend.

RE-CONNECTING, RECHARGING:

RE-CONNECTING, RECHARGING: Okay, we U.S. citizens all know that our government is doing many things around the world that are highly damaging (as well as a much smaller proportion, I’d argue, that are helpful). A lot of us feel fed-up and frustrated about this.
But one problem is that, ever since the Bushies launched the war against Iraq, and then won a totally unsurprising battlefield victory against a force far, far smaller and more backward than the US/UK expeditionary force, the anti-war movement that had been building prior to March 17 has had to shift focus and direction.
No problem with that. That’s what life is, responding to new challenges… I reckon we in the antiwar movement are up to it
But the problem, as I see it, is that when we moved to the new stage, evidently the slogans we’d used until then lost their relevance.
“Stop the war”– well, yes, in a way the war is still going on, but the slogan has lost its bite since April 7.
“Stop the occupation” maybe? not bad, but also not terribly zingy.
“Bring our troops home” — that’s still a good one. In fact, one we could expand on a whole bunch. As I wrote here recently, wouldn’t it be great if everyone’s soldiers got to go–and stay–back inside their own national homeland?
But we don’t just need to re-jig our slogans. We also need to re-connect with the energy we all felt (and indeed, generated) as we took our various actions against the war in the weeks before March 17.
So here, as a gift to JWN readers from Christian McEwen, a poet from NYC and Guilford, Vermont, I’m bringing you a wonderfully lively description Christian wrote about two of the mammoth demonstrations that New York saw in February and March this year. I’m really happy to post it here, in the hope that it can help us all to re-connect with some of the excitement of those days. Thanks, Christian!
ANOTHER BUDDHIST LESBIAN FOR PEACE (#2) : NEW YORK CITY
by Christian McEwen, March 2003

There were 125,000 at the demonstration. Or there were 250,000, possibly even as many as 300,000. As usual, people fought about the figures. But no one disputed that the crowd was enormous, that under that bright spring sky the march stretched from 42nd Street all the way down Broadway to Washington Square. ‘NEW YORK WANTS PEACE,’ proclaimed the banners. And, ‘NOT IN N.Y.C.?S NAME!’
War had been declared less than three days earlier, and for most people, this was the first chance they?d had to voice their disapproval. The crowd was tough and noisy and marvellously wide-ranging. There was a group of ?Raging Grannies & their Daughters,? there was a flock of middle-aged gays dressed up as nuns. There was a young woman on stilts, with the tarnished green face and flowing robes of the Statue of Liberty. There were housewives and teachers, poets and business-people, parents with babes in arms or pushing strollers. A man in a Bush mask clutched the globe of the world with bloody fingers, bowing and cringing like Uriah Heep. Almost everyone was chanting or drumming or carrying signs. The blitz on Baghdad had started the previous night, and this was a city which knew, all too well, what it meant to be the subject of an attack. ‘9/11 SURVIVOR AGAINST THE WAR’ read one sign, and, ‘NEW YORK REMEMBERS ITS OWN SHOCK & AWE.’
Inching down into the thirties, in those first congested blocks, I rubbed shoulders with a small group of restaurant workers, each carrying an identical square sign printed both in Spanish and in English. ‘I WORKED AT THE W.T.C.,’ it read. ‘AND I SAY NO TO WAR.’ I stopped one man to thank him. Such testimony seems crucial, especially now, when 45% of Americans blame Saddam for what happened on September 11th.
‘The one thing has nothing to do with the other,’ the man said emphatically. Other banners reiterated that same point. ?’RAQ DID NOT DO 9/11,’ read one sign, clumsily printed on someone?s home computer. Throughout the march, there was a consistent effort to name and clarify the issues, in words that even the most casual passer-by could understand. ‘GET IT RIGHT,’ one sign read. ‘THIS IS NOT WAR. THIS IS A BIG COUNTRY SLAUGHTERING A TINY COUNTRY.’ And, ‘WHEN SADDAM INVADED KUWAIT, HE TOO SAID HE WAS ‘LIBERATING’ IT.’ One woman carried a picture frame encased in thick transparent plastic. ‘WE SEE THROUGH THE LIES,’ it read.
One of the most egregious lies is, of course, that with the outbreak of war, protest itself has become ‘unpatriotic.’ Demonstrators did their best to counter this, trying again and again to wrest back their own version of patriotism from the authorities. ‘PRO SOLDIER, ANTI WAR,’ read one sign. And, ‘I DO SUPPORT THE TROOPS ? BRING THEM HOME NOW!’ Sizeable numbers carried banners labeled ‘PEACE IS PATRIOTIC’ or ‘PATRIOTS FOR PEACE.’
In an earlier protest, on February 15th, would-be marchers had been penned like cattle behind the barricades, unable to reach the U.N. Plaza or to hear the speeches. Saturday?s demonstration (long planned) had an official permit from Mayor Michael Bloomberg. Nonetheless, it was clear that many still felt democracy was under seige. One young man draped himself in an American flag and gagged himself with a strip of duct-tape. Another carried a banner quoting Robert Byrd, the Democratic senator for West Virginia, ‘TODAY I WEEP FOR MY COUNTRY.’ The yearning for a leader one could admire, a Gandhi, a Nelson Mandela, was at times almost palpable. ‘ASHAMED TO BE AN AMERICAN,’ read one sign. And, ‘MY LEADERS EMBARRASS ME AND TERRORISE THE WORLD.’
Not surprisngly, hundreds of marchers focused on George Bush. Their banners ranged from the rueful, ‘AND WE THOUGHT BUSH WAS PRO-LIFE’ to the joyfully outrageous, ‘GEORGE, IF I SAY YOUR DICK IS BIGGER THAN SADDAM?S, WILL YOU CALL OFF THE WAR?’ But most were punchy and antagonistic. ‘DROP BUSH, NOT BOMBS!’ read numerous signs. Others read simply, ‘GEORGE BUSH = WAR CRIMINAL,’ ‘SAVE THE WORLD, IMPEACH BUSH’ and (over and over) ‘REGIME CHANGE BEGINS AT HOME.’ One, with handmade papier-mache masks depicting Ashcroft, Cheney and the President, denounced all three as ‘ASSES OF EVIL.’ Another, showing a small tree laden with fruit, read, ‘THE BOMBS DON?T FALL VERY FAR FROM THE BUSH.’ Yet another carried a large photograph of the President, along with the statement, ‘I REGRET I HAVE BUT 250,000 LIVES TO GIVE FOR MY COUNTRY.’
The sense of urgency and outrage was very strong. IF YOU?RE NOT OUTRAGED,’ read one bumper sticker, which many people affixed to their shirts or jackets, ‘YOU?RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION.?’ But this was New York after all, where even political correctness is not permitted to be boring. The Statue of Liberty stalked down Broadway, wearing a sign that read plaintively, ‘IS MY VISA UP YET?’ A group of young people carried a banner urging us all to ‘FRENCH KISS FOR FREEDOM.’ The gay nuns swayed back and forth with the crowd, laughing and chanting in unison. They wore white veils and glittery gold eye-shadow, with peace and star-signs scrawled around each eye. ‘HEY HO! THE POPE SAYS NO!’ Their signs were fiercely legible and to the point. ‘WHAT PART OF ?THOU SHALT NOT KILL? DON?T YOU UNDERSTAND?’
I gave them the thumbs-up as I passed, and one, seeing my own sign (‘ANOTHER BUDDHIST LESBIAN FOR PEACE’) exclaimed delightedly,?Oh a dharma sister!? and gave me a smacking kiss on both my cheeks. It was a sweet, giddy moment, rising like an irridescent bubble to the surface of the river, and replaced almost immediately by another encounter, in this case by a blizzard of brilliantly printed dollar-bills, descending like green manna from the sky. Looked at closely, it appeared they had been issued by ?The Untied States of Aggression,? and were worth precisely ?One Deception.? A short paragraph explained that ?This note contains websites which reveal tender, public and private truths about 9/11 and the War on Freedom.? Among those listed were globalresearch.com, truth-now.com and whatreallyhappened.com.
My feet were sore by then, and I felt hungry and tired. But the sky was still blue overhead, and the chanting and drumming never faltered. ‘MONEY FOR PEACE, NOT FOR WAR!’ ‘FUCK BUSH, PEACE NOW!’ and (again and again), ‘THESE STREETS ARE OUR STREETS!’ As we arrived at Union Square, I walked alongside a new mother carrying her four or five month old child; she was bouncing and kissing him as she marched. Ahead of me were golden-skinned young men (and a handful of young women too) their naked backs covered with signs and slogans printed in red lipstick and black marker. Someone was blowing bubbles into the faces of the crowd. The chanting and drumming had reached a new crescendo.
We turned into the narrow canyon of Waverly Place, our numbers massed and concentrated between the tall dark buildings, and for a moment it seemed impossible to imagine we would not be heard. Surely this torrent of urgent, kindly people would be listened to. Surely our clarity would prevail, our warnings reach some interested ears.
‘OSAMA KNOWS. ORPHANS MAKE GREAT SUICIDE BOMBERS.’
‘BOMBS DROPPED IN BAGHDAD WILL EXPLODE IN AMERICA.’
‘IRAQ TODAY, WHERE TOMORROW?’
Not everyone agreed with us, of course. At the corner of Washington Square, a man stood on his own, holding up a brightly colored poster, ‘VOICE OF THE NEW YORK MAJORITY. WE SUPPORT OUR PRESIDENT & TROOPS AND PROTEST THE PROTESTORS.’ Next day there?d be a pro-war rally at Times Square. It would draw only 1,000 people (a miniscule number, in comparison to the peace demo), but the media would give it lots of coverage. Signs would be unabashedly vindictive. They would say things like, ‘GIVE WAR A CHANCE!’ and ’12 YEARS OF DIPLOMACY IS ENOUGH.’ One man would carry a picture of the twin towers burning, with the slogan, ‘KILL OR BE KILLED.’
Our own march had been peaceful, all along its route. But less than half an hour after arriving at the park, an ugly confrontation took place between the police (anxious to clear the streets now that the permit had expired) and some youthful protestors (newly empowered and keen to keep on marching). Two mounted officers were knocked off their horses, eight policemen were pepper-sprayed, and several others injured. 91 demonstrators were arrested. It was a tawdry end, for both sides, to a march that had been so warm and purposeful and open-hearted.
Back in Washington Square Park, a small circle was sitting quietly in meditation, and children were chalking peace-signs on the asphalt tiles. People were eating or smoking, or talking on the ubiquitous cell-phones. Discarded signs stood propped up against the thin wooden lattice of the fence.
‘THIS LAND IS OUR LAND, THEIR LAND IS THEIR LAND.’
‘IF BOMBS WERE SMART, THEY WOULD REFUSE TO FALL.’
‘WAR IS EASY, DO THE HARD WORK OF PEACE.’
Other banners reiterated that same point.

TWO MORE THINGS ABOUT SHI-ITE ORGANIZING:

TWO MORE THINGS ABOUT SHI-ITE ORGANIZING: In yesterday’s post– right below here, I waxed fairly admiring of the political smarts that Hizbullah has shown over the year, in Lebanon, and suggested that much of what Hizbullah has learned through that experience there will inform the actions of their Shi-ite co-religionists inside Iraq.
I want to add two quick points. One, inevitably, has to do with the whole issue of “terrorism”, and the extent to which the discourse of “terrorism” is used and abused in order to vilify and exclude political opponents.
I have, of course, just been in South Africa, where Nelson Mandela, Walter Sisulu, even Desmond Tutu, were for many decades routinely described by the apartheid rulers as “terrorists”. And in Mozambique, where the Frelimo government for many long years refused to talk to their Renamo opponents on the grounds that the latter were merely “bandidos” (bandits). Now, they are valued members of the national parliament…
So people do generally know how these discursive strategies of exclusion work. And that they are, at the end of the day, strategies that are always manipulated for political purposes.
Lebanon’s Hizbullah occupies a position on the US State Department’s formal list of “foreign terrorist organizations”. That is due mainly, I believe, to actions that people associated with Hizbullah took against Americans and other westerners in the 1982-85 period– the period before Hizbullah’s actual establishment as a unified organization, and when Lebanon was still reeling from the brutal campaign Israel sustained during the summer of 1982, in the course of which an estimated 19,000 Lebanese and Palestinian people lost their lives. A majority of them, most likely, noncombatants.
Which is not to excuse any of the brutal acts that local Shi-ite-based grouplets carried out during the years that immediately followed. The murder of AUB President Malcolm Kerr stands out as one particularly horrifying and tragic incident.
But other actions taken by Shi-ite grouplets in those years that were also described as “terrorism” really were not terrorism at all. In particular, the spectacularly bloody attacks against the US Marines barracks and a large French caserne in Beirut, in October 1983 that killed 241 Marines and 57 of their French counterparts, and scores of others wounded was not terrorism by any recognizable definition of the word at all.
It was horrifying for the survivors of the attacks, for the family members of the 300 soldiers killed, and for the amour-propre of the US and French governments of the day. But it was not “terrorism”. Those who lost their lives were active members of the uniformed military who had taken the oath of military office whereby a person is, in essence, given a license to kill if ordered to do so and also to accept the fact he or she may be killed while in the line of duty.
Which perhaps goes to show that the discourse of “terrorism” is less useful and all-encomapssing than some of its practicioners take it to be. But certainly, it helps to indicate that accusations of “terrorism” always need to be given careful examination. In fact, the discourse of “terrorism” turns out to be far less useful, in practice, than the traditional distinctions that international humanitarian law has always sought to make, between what can be done to active-duty “combatants” and what can be done to “noncombatants”, a class that includes wounded soldiers and prisoners-of-war, along with all civilians.
Those distinctions have been spelled out in a score of international treaties and conventions since the late 1800s. The discourse of “terrorism”, by contrast, remains a slippery eel, subject always to political abuse and manipulation…
Which brings me back to Hizbullah. Once it had been established, Hizbullah’s leaders were generally very careful and disciplined in the approach they took to targeting. The vast majority of their military attacks were against Israel’s soldiers doing occupation duty inside Lebanon. This counts as allowable “resistance to occupation” under international law. certainly not “terrorism”– though of course the Israelis always tried to paint it as such.
On some occasions, however, Hizbullah did launch some fairly low-tech, low-yield rockets against civilian population centers in northern Israel. Hizbullah leaders always claimed they did this in response to Israeli attacks against population centers in Lebanon that lay outside the mutually-agreed “zone of operations” in the south of the country.
Of course, once people get into tit-for-tat retaliation mode, it becomes very hard to see “who started it” regarding any such move toward escalation. (That was why the question of getting a reliable and credible monitoring presence in on the ground became very important.) But it’s certainly true that Israeli commanders themselves sometimes admitted that it had been their side that started an escalation. And then, there were hige-scale Israeli escalations like the big punitive raids of 1993 and 1996 that were preceded by nothing like a “justifiable” trigger on the behalf of Hizbullah– and that did not provoke any Hizbullah “retaliation” against Israeli civilians on anything like the scale of the punishment that the IDF inflicted on Lebanese civilians during those raids.
Once again, the discourse of “terrorism” then dominant in western circles proved totally unhelpful in explaining what was going on, or in informing further actions on behalf of Western governments. The discourse of international humanitarian law (Hague Conventions and Geneva Conventions) proved considerably more informative and helpful.
… Well, that’s one quick take on a matter that probably needs much more discussion. The other thing I wanted to note re the current emergence of Shi-ite political power in Iraq is the whole issue of women’s rights inside Iraq.
This, to me, is a much stronger reason to feel wary about the rise of organized Shi-ism than the whole badly-abused question of allegations of “terrorism”.
I know woefully little about the role of women, or women’s issues, throughout Hizbullah’s many years of experience in Lebanon. I don’t doubt but what the party has women members and women activists who must, presumably, play some kind of a role in planning and implementing the party’s many grassroots-level social and economic programs. But I sure haven’t seen any women referred to among the party’s leadership.
The party’s strong advocacy of veiling I do not, necessarily, take to mean that it favors total submission of women and their exclusion from public life. I know for a fact that in many Arab societies, many of the women who veil do so precisely so that they can go out into public life, jobs, academia, etc., without having their honorable-ness questioned at every turn…
But one thing I think we all have to take note of in Iraq is the terrible battering that women’s role in society seems to have taken in the aftermath of the US/UK invasion. This is NOT a case, like that in Afghanistan, where the authors of the invasion/occupation could claim that one of their “goals”, or at least one of the effects of their action, had been to strengthen the ability of women to take part in public life.
In Afghanistan that goal has been met only very partially, and very “modestly”. And in most parts of the country, not at all.
In Iraq, we have to recognize openly that systematic misogyny of the type practised in Afghanistan by the Taliban was not a problem at all under Saddam Hussein. Sure, women suffered under his rule. But they did not suffer any worse than the men in their same families. They weren’t denied an education or the means to make a living. Far from it! Iraq under the Baathists gave women a prominent and respected role in many fields of public endeavor.
I mean, how many other countries have women in charge of their biological-weapons programs??
But it was not just “Dr. Germ.” Under Saddam, women were prominently present in all sectors of public life.
And now, in many places, they dare not even leave their homes, or send their daughters to school.
Where is the outrage amongst western feminists about that?
Where is the questioning in the western press about the huge and much-celebrated soccer match (a recent, American-organized ‘showcase’ in Iraq of how good Iraqi-American relations were) , with a turnout of scores of thousands of fans– none of whom appear from the news pictures to be women?
Where is the questioning about the patheticly small number of women involved in all these much-heralded “consultations” the American gauleiters are holding regarding Iraq’s political future. A measly total of SIX women were all there were at the most recent “consultation” in Baghdad– along with TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR men.
Gimme a break! Where’s the outrage??
So anyway, what I wonder about, is what role the Iraqi Shi-ite organizations (as well as all the other emerging political groupings there) are going to play in Iraq in the future regarding the woman question. It could be a good role. For starters, anyone who can increase basic public security can transform the lives of women and girls completely, simply by allowing them to exit their houses and go to schools, job, and markets. But beyond that, there’s no reason we can’t hope that the Shi-ite organizations will also give active support to women taking leadership roles inside and outside their respective political parties…
Well, maybe I’m unrealistic. But I do like to look beyond the whole “veiling” issue that so many other western feminists seemto get so badly hung up on.
Actually, it was in Iraq, back in 1980, that I had my first experience of veil-wearing as possibly being a liberating experience. One of my Iraqi “minders”, a very good-hearted woman called Asea, agreed to take me to Najaf and Karbala. But being a Christian gringa, the only way I could possibly get into the shrines there was by donning the whole black abaya. So that’s how I spent my whole day there– going into the shrines, wandering with Asea around the markets, etc.
I wore the abaya. I spoke pretty good Lebanese Arabic at the time. People we met just assumed I was a visiting Lebanese Shi-ite. They were friendly. But we didn’t stick around any one place long enough for the flaws in my Arabic to become too evident.
I have to say that that point, having spent six years living in Beirut and traveling around the Arab countries as a western woman, that day was the first one in which I had not felt trapped in the gender complications of my public role.
In “liberated” Beirut and the other Arab countries I visited, I always dressed modestly. I learned to keep my eyes on the ground– simple eye-contact from a gringa could frequently be seen as a come-on. I walked the streets the same way I see my daughter walk New York now: fast, purposeful, alert.
But despite practising all those defensive precautions, I would still– just by virtue of my mid-brown hair, or whatever; I really don’t know– have young boys running after me in the street shouting “prostitute!” In some places– Damascus comes to mind, but there were portions of all other Arab cities I worked in where it would also happen– the crowds of young men on the street would seem to compete in trying to do painful jostling right into my chest as I walked by. I could never NOT be aware of the fact that I was a woman walking on an Arab street–
Until I went to Najaf and donned the abaya.
What can I say?
I can say Damascus has gotten a lot better over the past 25 years, and maybe the other cities have, too.
I can say that the right to walk on a public street without suffering constant sexual harrassment is one that all people, women and men, should be able to enjoy, and that should be enshrined in the Universal declaration of Human Rights.
I can say that the terrible harrassment that women are reportedly suffering on the public streets of many Iraqi cities these days is simply unconscionable.
I can note that when I was in South Africa, I learned that when South African blacks and whites were negotiating their final transition to democratization, all sides agreed that each party would field a negotiating team of five members– AT LEAST TWO OF WHOM WOULD HAVE TO BE FEMALE. That in the “front bench” of two members of that team, AT LEAST ONE MEMBER WOULD HAVE TO BE FEMALE. And that as the role of chairing those proceedings rotated amongst the parties, EVERY OTHER CHAIR WOULD HAVE TO BE A WOMAN.
That was in “deepest Africa”, back in the 20th century.
But how about “the new Iraq”, today??

SHI-ITE ORGANIZING

SHI-ITE ORGANIZING: Ways, ways back in 1985, I published a book about Lebanon. (It won an award from Choice magazine, actually.) The “new” phenom in Lebanon then– new, I mean, in terms of, gee-whiz, it suddenly gets “discovered” by otherwise uninterested Westerners– was the rising influence of the country’s rapidly modernizing and rapidly organizing Shia community.
I wrote a bit about that along the way. A little monograph called “The Shia Community and the Future of Lebanon” (January 1985). A chapter in a book co-edited by Juan Cole and Nikkie Keddie: “Shi’ism and Social Protest” (Yale, 1986).
More recently, I’ve been going back to look at some of the more recent scholarship being done on the Shi-ites of Lebanon, and in particular on the notable successes won over the years by Hizbullah.
What is clear to me, from my own earlier work, from my close knowledge of developments in Lebanon throughout the past 30 years, and from this more recent work that’s now starting to come out, is that Hizbullah is an incredibly sophisticated, disciplined, and focused organization.
Some Westerners may look askance, or with a strong but unexamined sense of cultural/intellectual superiority, at a political movement run by men in turbans. They do so, I suggest, at the risk of considerably underestimating a religio-political culture that– in the case of Hizbullah, above all– has shown itself to be extremely adept at the core political chore of winning and keeping a strong and multifaceted political base.
And no-one looking at the political dynamics of the Middle East today can fail to see that Hizbullah is renowned throughout the entire region for being the only grouping anywhere that was able to liberate large chunks of Arab land from Israel’s military occupation. Considering that Hizbullah is a non-state actor and has none of the immense advantages that the stature of statehood confers, that’s no mean feat.
Hizbullah is important, currently, I believe, for two main reasons:
(1) because of the power throughout the Muslim world of “the Hizbullah mystique” — that is, the narrative that argues that Hizbullah won (all or nearly all) of its goal of liberating Lebanon from Israeli occupation primarily through the force of arms. One clear contrast that is often posed, in this argumentation, is with hapless old Abu Ammar and Abu Mazen, who have pursued peace negotiations with Israel for so many long years but have gotten nothing but repeated grindings of Israel’s military jackboot in their face for all their pains. And–
(2) because we can fairly confidently expect that much of the same political/organizing smarts that Hizbollah has displayed in Lebanon will be increasingly displayed by the Lebanese Shit’ites’ co-religionists in Iraq.
I’d love to write about both aspects of this topic. Not sure that I have time to, tonight. But here goes.
First, the possibility of Iraqi emulation of Hizbullah. Well yes, it’s evidently going to happen. Has already been underway for quite a time, indeed. While I do not pretend to know all the ins and outs of the relations among the different Iraqi Shi-ite groups, or the details of their relations with different factions in Iran, it’s evident that the Iraqi Shi-ite groups which have had a strong presence in Iran in recent years must have had close links and the opportunity for close consultation with Hizbullah people there.
Plus, the links between all three of these Shi-ite communities go back a long way. Lebanese ulema have received their religious training in Najaf for many centuries, and have socialized and inter-married there with many members of the big Iraqi (and some Iranian) religious lineages. So of course continued cross-border learning has been taking place– on matters of how to liberate a country from foreign military occupation, as well as on interpretations of arcane religious texts.
So what kind of lessons might the Iraqi Shi-ite organizers have been getting from their Lebanese counterparts? One key one, I think, would be the need to adopt a careful, longterm strategy of guerrilla warfare, and to pay attention to the classic guerrilla doctrine that rock-solid socio-political organizing is every bit as important (and sometimes, much more important) than organizing for direct military confrontations.
In Lebanon, in the years after Israel’s large-scale invasion of 1982 (which had been preceded by its smaller-scale invasion of 1978), it was Israel’s continued presence on Lebanese soil and the clumsiness of the interventions it made in Lebanese politics that themselves stimulated the birth and rapid growth of Hizbullah.
Hizbullah won early acclaim for the daring of its front-line fighters and the ingenuity of the tactics they used against the Israeli occupiers. (Israel in Lebanon, like the US in Iraq today, always swore its troops were not there to stay… But the Israelis never showed any signs of voluntarily leaving the country completely to its rightful owners.)
The Israel “Defense” Forces with their state-of-the-art military technology, funded and largely provided by an ever-generous Uncle Sam, always had the ability to “beat” Hizbullah on the battlefield. There was never any question about that. But the darned thing was– the thing that frustrated the heck out of two or three generations of Israeli military leaders– that they could never figure out how to translate a battlefield victory into a lasting political victory. The one big attempt to do so– in 1982, when they occupied about 35% of the whole country right up to and including the capital, Beirut– rapidly proved to have led to an order that was ways too costly, at every level, to sustain.
I’ve written about this before. In 1984, the inflation rate in Israel went up to 373%.
So they re-jiggered their footprint in Lebanon, and tried to keep a smaller force in “just” the south of the country, and to use it to project a “deterrent” threat that would deter the unruly Lebanese from messing with the IDF any further.
Israel’s “deterrent” in Lebanon was meant to work like this: Israel (of course!) would set the ground rules for any encounter. If something happened that Israeli gauleiter Uri Lubrani didn’t like, then the IDF would launch a “punitive” raid to force Hizbullah or other opponents to shape up.
But it didn’t work out like that. Hizbullah was never cowed into submission by those Israeli raids.
So starting in the early 1990s, the Israeli brain-boxes came up with a new idea. Instead of punishing Hizbullah, they would punish the Lebanese population instead, and try to force large parts of the Lebanese body politic to repudiate Hizbullah. (Sort of what they’ve been trying to do in the Palestinian occupied territories for the past 30 months. Also, without much notable success.)
So in 1991, and in 1993, and again in 1996, Israel launched raids of increasing ferocity against Lebanon’s civilian infrastructure. Each time, they unilaterally declared that most of the (majority Shi-ite-peopled) area of South Lebanon was a “free-fire zone”, and that Lebanese civilians stayed there– in their own homes– at their own peril. (And then they accuse others of “terrorizing” civilians??) The idea there was to send waves of Shi-ite refugees flooding northward for their lives; and that once these waves hit Beirut, they would put irresistible pressures on the Lebanese government to repudiate and finally take action against Hizbullah. To step up the pressure, Israel bombed bridges, power-plants, roads… The pressure inflicted on the lives of most Lebanese was terrible indeed.
But the support for Hizbullah didn’t waver. In fact, it got stronger each time. Finally, the 1996 invasion– launched by Shimon Peres and titled “Operation Grapes of Wrath”– resulted in a humiliating debacle for the Israelis, when they were forced to accept significant changes in the rules of engagement inside Lebanon that went in Hizbullah’s favor.
I guess from that time on, the writing was on the wall for the IDF’s strategy of “active, forward-based deterrence” in Lebanon. In 1999, Ehud Barak ran on a platform calling for speedy, unilateral withdrawal. After he won the election, that was one campaign promise that that he managed to keep. (Unlike the one about real and rapid progress in the negotiations with the Palestinians.)
So the interesting question is why did the political part of Israel’s “deterrent” strategy backfire so badly in Lebanon? And the answer to this has to be the political and organizing genius of Hizbullah. Which stands in stark contrast, I might add, to the shoddy and makeshift organizing capabilities of Yasser Arafat and his colleagues, with their tangled lines of command, their total lack of focus and discipline, and their general over-all reluctance to speak honestly and directly to “the people” whenever they can avoid doing so– which they generally do.
In contrast to Arafat’s Fateh, as it has become over the years, Hizbullah’s leaders always tried to keep close to the people. It was always assiduous about offering them the very best levels of social and economic support that it could. For many years–and perhaps until today– Hizbullah organized all the trash collection in Beirut’s southern suburbs; it regularly trucked in drinking water to all the subrubs’ neighborhoods; it provided cheap schoolbooks for hard-pressed parents and students; it sent its young men to refurbish school buildings. In the agricultural areas of the Bekaa, meanwhile, it provided agricultural extension services, marketing expertise, and cheap loans to farmers.
Most of these services were provided irrespective of the religion of the recipient, though their provision was always centered in areas of high Shi-ite population. But at the political level, Hizbullah’s leaders and sheikhs and ulema associated with it were always very careful to reach out across confessional lines and engage in interfaith dialogues with counterparts in other religions. Though everyone knew Hizbullah had good relations with Iran– which helped to fund the many social programs– Hizbullah’s leaders were always at pains to position themselves as a specifically Lebanese party. They played the political game in Lebanon with aplomb, building alliances across all kinds of confessional and political boundaries in order to maximize the number of their winning candidates in parliamentary and local elections.
Israel’s attempts to get the Lebanese body politic to repudiate them failed in the mid-1990s because by then Hizbullah had become an important and generally valued part of the body politic itself. When Israel launched the punishment raid of 1996, even leaders of the Maronite Christians– traditionally Israel’s closest allies inside Lebanon– declared, “we are all Hizbullah now”.
Without the massive attention to grassroots organizing, and the smart but careful political strategy that stemmed from that organizing, Hizbullah could never have attained those results. On a purely military battlefield, it would always have been smashed by Israel. ut lebanon is not just a “battlefield”. It is also a country, with politics, and even more importantly, people.
My current argument with those friends in the Arab and Muslim worlds who seem to have been dangerously swayed by the attraction of the “Hizbullah mystique” is that Hizbullah’s substantial victories never grew mainly out of the barrels of its guns. They came instead overwhelmingly from the strength and intelligence of Hizbullah’s political strategies.
So if the Palestinians, or the Iraqis, or anyone else who wants to free their country from foreign military occupation wants to take a leaf from Hizbullah’s playbook, maybe they should concentrate on Hizbullah’s superb political-organizing skills much more than on its military achievements.
Indeed–and I have argued this a number of times– they could maybe try to replicate what Hizbullah achieved but with even less loss of life, and less pain and suffering, by doing Hizbullah’s style of meticulous and focused political organizing, and its active mass resistance actions– but on the basis of a determined adherence to using nonviolent means??
So far, this seems to be the focus of what the mullahs in “the new Iraq” are doing. So far, I have a lot of respect for them. It is, after all, their country that the US and UK forces are now quite extra-legally parked in…
As far back as April 12, I wrote here that Bombs-Away Don Rumsfeld bore a lot of responsibility for the terrible power vacuum and mayhem that was then starting to emerge inside Iraq. And I wrote there that in the center and south of the country, the Shi-ite mullahs looked like the network best prepared to provide the kind of very basic services that in such circumstances everybody needs. (Oh, things like basic personal security. Bombs-Away Don seemed to have forgotten about that completely.)
And of course, Iran is right over the border. Handy for them. A long and very porous border, too.
So of course it’s not going to all be an exact replay of Lebanon. But there are already scores of similarities. And one of them is definitely the existence of a common, shared body of knowledge about what works in building a popular movement to resist foreign military occupation, and what doesn’t…
But hey, wouldn’t it be nice if everybody’s armies just returned to their own national soil??? Why should that suddenly seem such a revolutionary notion?