Bloody Trophies
                                                by Linh Dinh / December 18th, 
2010


                        
                        
                                We have an unprecedented capacity to absorb 
scandals. Wikileaks 
or no, Americans wake up each day to a new set of outrages, yet nothing 
changes. With hundreds of channel at our fingertip and a billion songs 
sloshing in our skulls, no crime against country, man or earth can 
linger long enough in any brain cell to matter. All synapses are 
currently busy with bullshit, yet again, thank you. 
There have always been enough incriminating evidences to fill several
 Pentagons and CIA headquarters. It takes no dick or hacker to know that
 the U.S. government is duplicitous and sadistic. It lies and kills 
compulsively. Though hardly alone, America’s unique in her reach and 
influence. As an empire, our sick tendencies become everybody else’s 
problems. Without our “leadership,” would Poles and Ukrainians kill and 
be killed in Iraq? Would Germans patrol Afghanistan? Would Georgia pick a
 fight with Russia, only to have its ass kicked? We don’t just commit 
evils, we train many others to do it. We graduated thousands of 
torturers from The School of the Americas. After some bad press, it was 
niftily re-christened as the Western Hemisphere Institute for Security 
Cooperation. (Similarly, Blackwater is now Xe.) Our tactics haven’t 
changed, and waterboarding, openly admitted to by our cynically sinister
 capos, is the very least of it. No criminal confesses to everything. 
“Ah, I only do some shoplifting on the side, Your Honor. No beating or 
rape or nothing.”   
Our elected leaders, our bald, shiny faces to the rest of the world, 
are shameless hypocrites. During the Georgia-Russia conflict, George 
Bush was indignant that Russia had “invaded a sovereign neighboring 
state,” while John McCain declared, “In the 21st century nations don’t 
invade other nations.” 
Was March 20th, 2003 in the 21st century? I’m not talking about March
 Madness, of course, but the start of our invasion of Iraq. Sated with 
college hoops, Americans could switch channel for some cool, live snuff 
action. Soon after, George W. Bush announced at the Boeing F-18 
Production Facility in St. Louis, “Two weeks ago, the Iraqi regime 
operated a gulag for dissidents, and incredibly enough, a prison for 
young children. Now the gates to that prison have been thrown wide open,
 and we are putting the dictators, political prisons, and torture 
chambers out of business.” (Applause.)  A mere year later, the Abu 
Ghraib scandal broke, revealing America to be in charge of Saddam’s 
torture chambers.
Not so incredibly, we also imprisoned children in Abu Ghraib. Its 
commander, Brigadier General Janis Karpinski, spoke of visiting the 
youngest inmates, including a boy who “looked like he was 8-years-old.” 
Maybe this kid was just undersized from all those years of economic 
sanctions? Maybe he was actually 11 or 12? By 2008, the Pentagon would 
admit to jailing 600 Iraqi juveniles. From a supposedly feel-good story 
in Stars and Stripes: “The U.S. military in Iraq is holding some 600 
juvenile detainees—ranging in age from 11 to 17—and is building 
educational programs to address their special needs.”
In any case, no evidence could be more damning than what happened at 
Abu Ghraib, yet there were no consequences, really. We went on with our 
occupation, which has continued to this day, and only one officer was 
ever court-martialed. The conviction of Lieutenant Colonel Steven L. 
Jordan was even overturned, resulting in merely an “administrative 
reprimand” on his record. Torture, American style, is an administrative 
procedure. 
The photos themselves often show our troops casually moving about in 
the background. It was business as usual to punch, slap and kick 
prisoners; to jump on their naked feet; to videotape and photograph 
naked male and female prisoners; to forcibly arrange prisoners in 
various sexually explicit positions for photographing; to force 
prisoners to remove their clothing and keeping them naked for several 
days at a time; to force naked male prisoners to wear women’s underwear;
 to force groups of male prisoners to masturbate themselves while being 
photographed and videotaped; to arrange naked male prisoners in a pile 
and then jumping on them; to position a naked prisoner on a box, with a 
sandbag on his head, and attach wires to his fingers, toes, and penis to
 simulate electric torture. 
On and on the various means for inflicting pain and humiliation on 
helpless human beings. Oh, the casual or gleeful sadism, often sexual, 
of our conquering heroes! These all-American men and women will go home,
 marry, raise children and become realtors, policemen, accountants and 
teachers. We freak out when a sexual predator moves into the 
neighborhood, but how many honorably discharged and decorated torturers 
and mass murderers are chummying up among us? 
“Dad, what did you do in the Iraq?”
“Oh, nothing much, I broke chemical lights and poured the phosphoric 
liquid on prisoners; beat prisoners with a broom handle and a chair; 
threatened male prisoners with rape; sodomized a prisoner with a 
chemical light and perhaps a broom stick. Now, what would you like for 
Christmas, Son?”
General Antonio M. Taguba’s list of Abu Ghraib abuses, summarized 
above, was leaked to the press by an unknown source. Though not a 
whistleblower per se, Taguba did not flinch from accusing his own 
comrades, and he didn’t scapegoat but pointed his finger at the very 
top. In 2008, Taguba wrote: “After years of disclosures by government 
investigations, media accounts, and reports from human rights 
organizations, there is no longer any doubt as to whether the [Bush] 
administration has committed war crimes. The only question that remains 
to be answered is whether those who ordered the use of torture will be 
held to account.” 
For showing courage and integrity, Taguba was forced into retirement,
 but Bradley Manning, a mere private, is already paying a much heavier 
price for exposing yet more crimes by the U.S. Army. Kept in solitary 
confinement for seven months now, Manning faces up to 52 years in 
prison, with many, including Congressman Mike Rogers, calling for his 
execution. 
Manning’s physical and psychological conditions are deteriorating 
rapidly. He turned 23 just yesterday. Friends who have visited Manning 
in prison are being intimidated by our government from speaking out, 
according to the Guardian. People are being stalked, computers seized 
without warrants. A staple of Fascism, extra-judicial harassment should 
never be tolerated in any genuinely free society. 
So after decades of appalling disclosures by human rights 
organizations, the media and even the government itself, nothing has 
changed. We have enough evidence to convict just about everybody and 
everything inside that Beltway, save a potted plant or two, perhaps, so 
what’s missing is not more information, but an ability to deduce and to 
synthesize, that is, to think, and, even more importantly, some 
semblance of moral clarity. 
The same scene that outrages one person will titillate another. To a 
Nazi, photos of Dachau and Bruchenwald are a turn on. Atrocity and 
torture images also confirm the status quo, since they illustrate most 
vividly who has the power, who can do what to whom, who can be stripped 
naked, bloodied and blown to bits. 
Susan Sontag rightly compared the Abu Ghraib images to trophies. 
Proud of our bloody trophies, and not just photos but ears, fingers and 
whatnot, many Americans still subscribe to our full spectrum domination,
 ass-kicking aspirations, so protests or no, Wikileaks or no, the 
American Empire will not be shamed or persuaded into changing its ways. 
It will not reform itself. Cornered, it’s likely to become even more 
vicious. Evil will bare its fangs most nakedly. 
Obey orders and torture and the worst that can happen to you is an 
administrative reprimand, whatever that means, but if you follow your 
conscience, be prepared to be locked up, tortured or even killed. It’s 
already in the book.                            
                                Linh Dinh is the author of two books of stories 
and five of poems, and a just released novel, Love Like Hate. He's tracking our 
deteriorating socialscape through his frequently updated photo blog, State of 
the Union. Read other articles by Linh.
http://dissidentvoice.org/2010/12/bloody-trophies/#more-26754


      

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