The ghost at Gleneagles

By John Pilger
http://www.newstatesman.com/Economy/200507110004

  07/09/05 "New Statesman"  - - In the orgy of
summit coverage something has been overlooked:
the two men at the heart of it, telling us how
the world should be run, are the men responsible
for Fallujah and Abu  Ghraib.

  Over the past two weeks, the contrast between
two related "global" events has been salutary.
The first was the World Tribunal on Iraq, held in
Istanbul; the second the G8 meeting in Scotland
and the Make Poverty History campaign. Reading
the papers and watching television in Britain,
you would know nothing about the Istanbul
meetings, which produced the most searing
evidence to date of the greatest political
scandal of modern times: the attack on a
defenceless Iraq by America and Britain.

  The tribunal is a serious international public
inquiry into the invasion and occupation, the
kind governments dare not hold. "We are here,"
said the author Arundhati Roy in Istanbul, "to
examine a vast spectrum of evidence [about the
war] that has been deliberately marginalised and
suppressed - its legality, the role of
international institutions and major corporations
in the occupation; the role of the media, the
impact of weapons such as depleted-uranium
munitions, napalm and cluster bombs, the use and
legitimation of torture . . . This tribunal is an
attempt to correct the record: to document the
history of the war not from the point of view of
the victors but of the temporarily vanquished."

  "Temporarily vanquished" implies that, even
faced with such rampant power, the Iraqi people
will recover. You certainly need this sense of
hope when reading the eyewitness testimonies,
which demonstrate, as Roy pointed out, "that even
those of us who have tried to follow the war
closely are not aware of a fraction of the
horrors that have been unleashed in Iraq".

  The most shocking was given by Dahr Jamail.
Unless you read the internet, you will not know
who Dahr Jamail is. He is not an amusing Baghdad
blogger. For me, he is the finest reporter
working in Iraq. Together with Robert Fisk,
Patrick Cockburn and a few others, mostly
freelancers, he shames the flak-jacketed,
cliche-crunching camp followers known as
"embeds". A Lebanese with US citizenship, Jamail
has been almost everywhere the camp followers
have not. He has reported from the besieged city
of Fallujah, whose destruction and atrocities
have been suppressed, notably by the BBC. (See
[http://www.medialens.org/alerts]).

  In Istanbul, Jamail bore his independent
reporter's witness to the thousands of Iraqis
tortured in Abu Ghraib and other US-run prisons.
His account of what had happened to a civil
servant in Baghdad was typical. This man, Ali
Abbas, had gone to a US base to inquire about his
missing neighbours. On his fourth visit, he was
arrested without charge, stripped naked, hooded
and forced to simulate sex with other prisoners.
This was standard procedure. He was beaten on his
genitals, electrocuted in the anus, denied water
and forced to watch as his food was thrown away.
A loaded gun was held to his head to prevent him
from screaming in pain as his wrists were bound
so tightly that the blood drained from his hands.
He was doused in cold water while a fan was held
to his body.

  "They put on a loudspeaker," he told Jamail,
"put the speakers on my ears and said, 'Shut up,
fuck, fuck, fuck!'" He was refused sleep.
Excrement was wiped on him and dogs were used on
him. "Sometimes at night when he would read his
Koran," said Jamail, "[he] had to hold it in the
hallway for light. 'Soldiers would walk by and
kick the Holy Koran, and sometimes they would try
to piss on it or wipe shit on it,' [Abbas] said."
A female soldier told him, "Our aim is to put you
in hell . . . These are the orders we have from
our superiors, to turn your lives into hell."

  Jamail described how Fallujah's hospitals have
been subjected to an American tactic of
collective punishment, with US marines assaulting
staff and stopping the wounded entering, and
American snipers firing at the doors and windows,
and medicines and emergency blood prevented from
reaching the hospitals. Children were shot dead
in front of their families, in cold blood.

  The two men ultimately responsible for this,
George W Bush and Tony Blair, attended the G8
meeting at Gleneagles. Unlike for the Iraq
tribunal, there was saturation coverage, yet no
one in the "mainstream" - from the embedded media
to the Make Poverty History organisers and the
accredited, acceptable celebrities - made the
obvious connection with Bush's and Blair's
enduring crime in Iraq. No one stood and said
that Blair's smoke-and-mirrors "debt
cancellation" at best amounted to less than the
money the government spent in a week on
brutalising Iraq, where British and American
violence was the cause of the doubling of child
poverty and malnutrition since Saddam Hussein was
overthrown.

  In Edinburgh, a shameless invitation-only
meeting of Christian Aid supporters and church
leaders was addressed by Gordon Brown, a
paymaster of this carnage. Only one person asked
him, "When will you stop the rape of the poor's
resources? Why are there so many conditions on
aid?" This lone protester was not referring
specifically to Iraq, but to most of the world.
He was thrown out, to cheers from among the
assembled Christians.

  That set the theme for the G8 week: the
silencing and pacifying and co-option of real
dissent and truth. It was Frantz Fanon, the great
pan-Africanist intellectual/activist, who exposed
colonial greed and violence dressed up as polite
do-goodery, and nothing has changed, in Africa as
in Iraq. The mawkish images on giant screens
behind the pop stars in Hyde Park beckoned a
wilful, self-satisfied ignorance. There were none
of the images that television refuses to show: of
murdered Iraqi doctors with the blood streaming
from their heads, cut down by Bush's snipers.

  On the front page of the Guardian, the Age of
Irony was celebrated as real life became more
satirical than satire could ever be. There was
Bob Geldof, resting his smiling face on smiling
Blair's shoulder, the war criminal and his
jester. Elsewhere, there was a heroically
silhouetted Bono, who celebrates men like Jeffrey
Sachs as saviours of the world's poor while
lauding "compassionate" Bush's "war on terror" as
one of his generation's greatest achievements;
and there again was Brown, the enforcer of unfair
rules of trade, saying incredibly that "unfair
rules of trade shackle poor people"; and Paul
Wolfowitz, beaming next to the Archbishop of
Canterbury: this is the man who, before he was
handed control of the World Bank, devised much of
Bush's so-called neoconservative putsch, the
mendacious justification for the bloodfest in
Iraq and the notion of "endless war". And if you
missed all that, there is a downloadable PDF kit
from a "ONE Campaign" e-mail to "help you
organise your very own ongoing Live 8 party". The
suppression of African singers and bands, parked
where Geldof decreed, in an environmental theme
park in Cornwall far from the vaunted global
audience, was described correctly by Andy Kershaw
as "musical apartheid".

  Has there ever been a censorship as complete and
insidious and ingenious as this? Even when Stalin
airbrushed his purged comrades from the annual
photograph on top of Lenin's mausoleum, the
Russian people could fill in the gaps. Media and
cultural hype provide infinitely more powerful
propaganda weapons in the age of Blair.

  With Diana, there was grief by media. With Iraq,
there was war by media. Now there is mass
distraction by media, a normalising of the
unmentionable that "the state has lost its mind
and is punishing so many innocent people", as
Arthur Miller wrote, "and so the evidence has to
be internally denied". Deploying the unction of
Bono, Madonna, Paul McCartney, a pop-up Andrew
Marr and of course Geldof, whose Live Aid 20
years ago achieved nothing for the people of
Africa, the contemporary plunderers and
pawnbrokers of that continent have pulled off an
unprecedented scam: the antithesis of 15 February
2003, when two million people brought both hearts
and brains to the streets of London.

  "[Ours] is not a march in the sense of a
demonstration, but more of a walk, " said Bruce
Whitehead of Make Poverty History. "The emphasis
is on fun in the sun. The intention is to welcome
the G8 leaders to Scotland and ask them to
deliver trade justice, debt cancellation and
increased aid to developing countries."

  Really?

  In Lewis Carroll's classic, Alice asked the
Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter to show her the
way out of wonderland. They did, over and again,
this way, that way, until she lost her temper and
brought down her dream-world, waking her up. The
people killed and maimed in Iraq and the people
wilfully impoverished in Africa by our
governments and our institutions, in our name,
demand that we wake up.

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  This article first appeared in the New
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