From: "[EMAIL PROTECTED]" Subject: IPT Update: A Campaign Unlike Any Other (March 22, 2003)
Dear Friends, In Baghdad as I write, things are relatively quiet. Today Iraq Peace Team delegate Wade Hudson had a chance to take a limited drive around Baghdad with a driver and a government minder. After passing by the still smoking Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, he drove to a residential neighborhood where he reports having seen a bomb crater 8 to 12 feet deep "in the middle of a wide, divided street. Traffic in one direction was blocked." He also reported passing by "many small homes in the neighborhood with all of their front windows blown out, presumably from the blast that created the crater." A few hours ago, we spoke with Kathy Kelly at the Al Fanar hotel in downtown Baghdad. Kathy told us that they will be going around and visiting some hospitals tomorrow where there are apparently quite a lot of children. It is expected that the worst is yet to come. This grim forecast is not mitigated by Gen. Tommy Franks' promise earlier today of "a campaign unlike any other in history, a campaign characterized by shock, by surprise, by flexibility, by the employment of precise munitions on a scale never before seen, and by the application of overwhelming force." We are getting unconfirmed reports of fighting in Basra, Iraq's second largest city. Regretfully, we have no IPT presence outside of Baghdad. We are trying to reach friends in Basra and have had little success. Just two very shaky connections that were terminated after less than a minute. ------------------- From: "[EMAIL PROTECTED]" Subject: IPT Update: The Living and the Dead (March 23, 2003) Tonight, as we mourn the mounting casualties on both sides of the battle in Iraq, I wanted to share this excerpt from a statement against war issued by a group of women peacemakers during World War One: "Whoever may be the enemy, our sons are bidden to fight in the next war. We know their lives will be sacrificed in vain. War settles nothing. Every victory has within its womb the seeds of future war. No country is ever wholly in the right or wholly in the wrong. In every nation there are good and bad. You cannot punish the pride of an Emperor by killing numbers of his peasants. We are not willing to go through the long months of pregnancy and labor merely to produce more cannon fodder." One of the first U.S. casualties in Iraq was Kendall Waters-Bey, a 29-year-old Marine from Baltimore, Maryland. He died, along with 11 others, when his helicopter crashed near Umm Qasr. Michelle Waters, the Marine's oldest sister, spoke to a reporter for the Baltimore Sun shortly after hearing news of her brother's death, "It's all for nothing, that war could have been prevented," she lamented. "Now, we're out of a brother. [President] Bush is not out of a brother. We are." Similar despair must grip the family members of the two dead Iraqi soldiers I saw in a photograph today. Their lifeless bodies were collapsed in a trench, one soldier still gripping his white flag of surrender. In the face of such overwhelming tragedy, we offer up an unusual story. It is the story of a young girl and a birthday party in Baghdad. We hope you will find some glimmer of hope in this parable of the human spirit: "Amal Shamuri is the fifth child in a family of eight, living in a small apartment off Baghdad's Karrada shopping district. Irrepressible and precocious, Amal joked last January that she wouldn't mind a war if George Bush would only bomb her school. "Today was a different story. Today, Amal celebrated her thirteenth birthday on the fourth day of American air strikes on Baghdad with plumes of black smoke surrounding the city and darkening the sky, reportedly from oil set afire by Iraqi forces defending the capitol. "Her family and friends gathered with members of the Iraq Peace Team in a small garden near the Tigris river to mark the occasion. They blew balloons and soap bubbles, strung party streamers, played tag, and ate barbecued chicken, potato salad, deviled eggs, and chocolate cake. True to form, the kids ate the cake first, before serving the rest of the meal to the adults present. "Cruise missiles exploding to the south and east occasionally interrupted the party, one powerful enough to rattle tableware and partygoers alike. The explosions only temporarily silenced the festivities; but with moments the garden once again erupted to squeals of laughter and boisterous childhood games, played beneath rising plumes of air-borne debris and smoke in the distance. "'Life is more powerful than death,' said Shane Claiborne, age 27, from Philadelphia. 'How can George Bush bomb these kids?,' he asked. "Lisa Ndejuru, age 32, from Montreal, quietly remarked, 'What a day to be thirteen.' "Amal's mother, Kareema, sat silently to one side, watching her kids play. Her husband died in a car accident eight years ago, leaving her to raise eight children by herself. To her credit, none of them beg in the streets, and all save the oldest remain in school. Amal herself dreams of becoming a lawyer one day. "When asked what she wanted for her birthday, Amal - whose name means 'hope' in Arabic - smiled and simply replied, 'All I want is peace.'" Members of the Iraq Peace Team have begun visiting hospitals in Baghdad to interview the wounded. We hope to have something to share with you from those visits soon. Sincerely, Jeff Guntzel, for Voices in the Wilderness
