The reader will kindly forgive any tendency to rough language or behavior on the part of the site owner...
TMGlogo2006-2007phs-copy.jpg
"Good people sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."
TMGbloglabel1 copy.gif

TMGbloglabel3 copy.gif
TMG MONTHLY ARCHIVES
[-]



TMGbloglabel10 copy.gif

TMGbloglabel2 copy.gif
The Mudville Gazette Feeds

 

Add to Technorati Favorites
Technorati Profile
add.gif
Add to Google
addtomyyahoo4.gif
ngsub1.gif sub_modern5.gif

xml.gif rdf.png atom feed.jpg

digg.jpg

Find the best blogs at Blogs.com.

pl-news.gif

tvc_logo_small.png

Mrsg- Greyhawk's Profile
Mrsg- Greyhawk's Facebook profile
Create Your Badge
TMGbloglabel5 copy.gif
TMGbloglabel6 copy.gif
350.jpg
Greetings! You are reading an article from The Mudville Gazette. To reach the front page, with all the latest news and views, click the logo above or "main" below. Thanks for stopping by!
« Hard to get Good Help These Days | Main | Open Post »

December 28, 2005

greyhawk copy sm.png

Information Operations (II)

By Greyhawk

CNN Today:

BAGHDAD, Iraq (CNN) -- Construction workers laying a water pipeline in the Iraqi city of Karbala Monday found a mass grave containing the remains of up to 20 people, police in the southern city of Hilla told CNN.

The gruesome find was about 800 meters (half a mile) from the holy shrine of Imam Hussein.

The grave is believed to contain the bodies of people killed by Saddam Hussein's security forces during the uprising of 1991.

This sort of story may become common as Iraq rebuilds. But shortly after the fall of Baghdad CNN's own Eason Jordan explained why many such stories were only rumors in the years prior.
Over the last dozen years I made 13 trips to Baghdad to lobby the government to keep CNN's Baghdad bureau open and to arrange interviews with Iraqi leaders. Each time I visited, I became more distressed by what I saw and heard — awful things that could not be reported because doing so would have jeopardized the lives of Iraqis, particularly those on our Baghdad staff.
Thus began Jordan's confession, his cleansing of the soul at the dawn of a new day. His piece was a litany of terror inflicted by Saddam, and it remains a difficult read even today. Some of his descriptions were "generic":
The secret police terrorized Iraqis working for international press services who were courageous enough to try to provide accurate reporting. Some vanished, never to be heard from again. Others disappeared and then surfaced later with whispered tales of being hauled off and tortured in unimaginable ways. Obviously, other news organizations were in the same bind we were when it came to reporting on their own workers.
Others were horrifyingly specific:
For example, in the mid-1990's one of our Iraqi cameramen was abducted. For weeks he was beaten and subjected to electroshock torture in the basement of a secret police headquarters because he refused to confirm the government's ludicrous suspicion that I was the Central Intelligence Agency's Iraq station chief.
<...>
I came to know several Iraqi officials well enough that they confided in me that Saddam Hussein was a maniac who had to be removed. One Foreign Ministry officer told me of a colleague who, finding out his brother had been executed by the regime, was forced, as a test of loyalty, to write a letter of congratulations on the act to Saddam Hussein. An aide to Uday once told me why he had no front teeth: henchmen had ripped them out with pliers and told him never to wear dentures, so he would always remember the price to be paid for upsetting his boss. Again, we could not broadcast anything these men said to us.
<...>
A 31-year-old Kuwaiti woman, Asrar Qabandi, was captured by Iraqi secret police occupying her country in 1990 for "crimes," one of which included speaking with CNN on the phone. They beat her daily for two months, forcing her father to watch. In January 1991, on the eve of the American-led offensive, they smashed her skull and tore her body apart limb by limb. A plastic bag containing her body parts was left on the doorstep of her family's home.

I felt awful having these stories bottled up inside me.

Jordan concluded his brief examination of previously untold truths with an expectation of more to follow:
Now that Saddam Hussein's regime is gone, I suspect we will hear many, many more gut-wrenching tales from Iraqis about the decades of torment. At last, these stories can be told freely.
But the irony is that they aren't - and we can only speculate why. Perhaps doing so might give readers and viewers the non-progressive thought that putting panties on someone's head isn't really torture; that there are worse things than being wrapped in an Israeli flag or smeared with "fake menstrual blood"; that perhaps loud Eminem tracks aren't really a fate worse than some deaths after all. But whatever the reason, there's apparently little space in today's media for those stories that at last could indeed be told freely - there were in fact more stories of Saddam's atrocities before the 2003 invasion than since.

Not for lack of active effort on the part of some to suppress those pre-war tales. Here's Scott Ritter in 2002, explaining why he refused to reveal what he knew about Saddam's now-forgotten children's prisons:

"The prison in question is at the General Security Services headquarters, which was inspected by my team in Jan. 1998. It appeared to be a prison for children--toddlers up to pre-adolescents--whose only crime was to be the offspring of those who have spoken out politically against the regime of Saddam Hussein. It was a horrific scene. Actually I'm not going to describe what I saw there because what I saw was so horrible that it can be used by those who would want to promote war with Iraq, and right now I'm waging peace."

*****

We'll pause briefly now to cleanse our own souls, with these words from John Stuart Mill:

"War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature, and has no chance of being free unless made or kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."

*****

To their credit, CNN does report the periodic discovery of mass graves in Iraq.

Forensic experts are investigating a mass grave thought to contain the remains of as many as 1,500 Kurds killed in the 1980s.

The grave, with 18 trenches, is in Samawa, 230 miles (370 kilometers) southeast of Baghdad, along the Euphrates River. Most of Iraq's Kurds live in the north of the country.

"We know they're Kurdish victims because of the clothing and artifacts that were found with the bodies," said Gregg Nivala, an attorney with the Department of Justice's Regime Crimes Liaison Office.

Nivala said more than 300 mass graves have been found in Iraq, but investigators have only been able to get to two. It is not clear how many bodies are in any of the other graves.

Given the numbers, many probably assume that the master of information operations - he who cowed the world's media for years - would be on trial for the total of his crimes against humanity.

He is not. Hussein now stands trial for one of his "lesser" crimes - events that followed his visit to the Shi'ite town of Dujayl:

Archival footage from the day, recently discovered and broadcast by Britain's Channel 4, shows crowds running after Hussein's convoy, cheering and throwing sweets as the president enters town. Wearing army fatigues and a black beret, Hussein stood atop a building and thanked the wildly enthusiastic residents for their war efforts.

As the motorcade took its leave, passing thickets of palms, gunfire erupted, many witnesses have recounted. Assassins had been waiting. Hussein's security forces fired back.

"It was a real firefight," said Mowaffak Rubaie, Iraq's national security advisor and a well-known former Shiite activist who was imprisoned and tortured by the regime. Several members of the entourage were killed, but the president escaped, as did most, if not all, of the attackers.

The archival footage shows Hussein addressing the crowds again after the assassination attempt. "These few shots won't frighten the people of Iraq and they won't frighten Saddam Hussein. We will find and question [the suspects]. They will turn out to be three, four or five people. But the 39,000 people of Dujayl are with the revolution. We distinguish between the people of Dujayl and a small number of traitors in Dujayl."

The next day, Baath Party and security officials started arresting anyone with a question mark next to his name, anyone linked to the Shiite shrine cities of Najaf and Karbala, anyone with connections to Dawa, local people say.

"They grabbed people on the street and took them away," Massoud said. "They were forcing them to confess against others. If they couldn't find someone, they would take his wife and children until he showed up."

Iman-Sen Araji's husband, Abbas, then a teacher of Islamic law, was among those arrested. "They didn't knock," the mother of five said. "They pushed through the door and surprised us. They didn't say why he was taken. I didn't dare ask."

Within days, a command center had been set up, according to witnesses, at Baath Party headquarters. Helicopters flew over the orchards and fired rockets at the trees.

Jaffar Ali Mussawi, the farmer's youngest son, was checking on the family's orchards when the 16-year-old was stopped by police. "Someone said, 'Hey, his brother was arrested,' so they arrested him too," the elder Mussawi said.

Several days later, security officers came for Mussawi's third and last son, Hassan Ali, then 22. Mussawi never saw his three sons again.

In all, 1,500 people were rounded up, the mayor said.

Within days of the attack on the president, Araji and her five children were loaded onto a truck and taken to a prison in Baghdad, Araji said. They and nearly 60 other families from Dujayl were placed in a big room.

"They tortured us and beat us with sticks," she said. "They said, 'Confess! Give us information!' "

After 25 days, the residents were told they were going home.

They were packed up and put in vehicles. But instead of home, their destination was the notorious Abu Ghraib prison outside Baghdad. There, they said, they were subjected to more beatings and humiliation. Guards paraded husbands before their wives and children as they were being tortured, Araji recalled.

Abbas Araji's sister and mother were the last to see him alive sometime in late 1983 or early 1984, his wife said. He looked emaciated and near death. His execution order was discovered after the regime's fall.

His family's torment continued. Iman-Sen said she and her children were sent along with other families to Nograt Salman, a remote desert outpost of mud huts near the Saudi border.

Hania Mufti, an official with Human Rights Watch, said such forced relocations to camps were common in Iraq throughout the 1980s. Often there were no guards because there was no way to escape. "They were surrounded by nothing but quicksand and scorpions," Mufti said.

"There were a lot of kids at these places. A lot of people died, and they would just throw the bodies out and the wild dogs would eat them."

You could be forgiven for not knowing that - the focus of the media's trial coverage has been on the accused, the presence (or lack) of his chief apologist, and questions regarding the legality of the court.

His guilt, of course, is a foregone conclusion. Thus we don't really need to rehash his crimes, do we? Because, "of course, we all agree he was a bad guy".

Normally another word follows that statement, rendering it the equivalent of "I felt awful having these stories bottled up inside me" and "Actually I'm not going to describe what I saw there because what I saw was so horrible that it can be used by those who would want to promote war with Iraq, and right now I'm waging peace". That extra word dismisses the unspeakable crimes and explains why, when "at last, these stories can be told freely" they are instead told rarely.

That word is "but".

"Of course, we all agree he was a bad guy, BUT..."

Information operations isn't just about the stories you tell; much is revealed by the stories you don't.

Or those some might prefer to keep buried in the sands of Babylon.


Posted by Greyhawk / December 28, 2005 7:12 PM | Permalink

2 Comments

Thenks GH. The world needs to be reminded over and over. Lest we forget why we are there.

Oh Most Wise GreyHawk,

Best thing I've read all day. Sir Winston Churchill would be proud of your prose. You have the gift, and the backbone, young man.

Would that every American could read how evil this man was. Would that every Iraqi could agree that he needed to be removed, and that they had zero chance of doing so by themselves. Would that every American could recognize how unethical our journalists have become, when access to the story becomes more important than the truth.

Would that the Dead could speak for themselves, and identify their killers and thank their descendants' saviors. On email today, an Iraqi company working for Halliburton (and so obviously an evil subcontractor raping Iraq for its oil -- oh, wait, they are Iraqis) named al-Mahaba today, posted a message to America. It said the following (misspellings and all, it is still a blessing we need):

"Human Resources-almahaba company

To our friends in the American army
Mary Christmas and happy new year to the American people and to all honest people in the whole world hopping [hoping] this year will be good to your families as well as Iraqi [families] in to every heart so that every one would feel the taste of safe and security which we are in need to these days. And let our motto be - love, peace, mercy on earth as it is in the sky [heaven].

And Thanks to Almighty God who punishes the previous politic[al] system of Saddam through the power of U.S.A.
Best and happy wishes to you

Your friends in [Iraq] 28- Dec- 2005"

Somehow, it is comforting to know that somewhere on this Earth, there are people who are not American, who believe that the United States Army is an instrument of God. I, however, having been American all my life, have known since I was able to speak, that the United States Military is indeed a primary instrument of a just and benevolent and kind God. And as long as I live, I pray it will ever be so.

Press on to Victory, my Archangels.

Subsunk

350.jpg
Mrs G copy.png

November 26, 2010


America@war
[Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.

That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.

From their about page:

The Naval Institute shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:

The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.

Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.

I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.

"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.

Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...

And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.

The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.

*****

But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.

If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.

And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.

We've already made history, it's time to save it.

(More to follow...)




Posted 4:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) |

TMGbloglabel7copy.gif
The Mudville Gazette is the on-line voice of an American warrior and his wife who stands by him. They prefer to see peaceful change render force of arms unnecessary. Until that day they stand fast with those who struggle for freedom, strike for reason, and pray for a better tomorrow.
TMGrecentcomments.gif
  • Subsunk: Oh Most Wise GreyHawk, Best thing I've read all day. read more
  • Lucifer: Thenks GH. The world needs to be reminded over and read more

MBC2010.jpg

MILBLOGS NEWS

*****

Latest Posts From MilBlogs

*****

milblogsa1.jpg Prev | List | Random | Next
Join
Powered by RingSurf!
TMGbloglabel2 copy.gif
The Dawn Patrol Feeds

 

Add to Google Reader or Homepage Subscribe in NewsGator Online Add to netvibes Add to Plusmo myaol_cta1.gif

xml.gif rdf.png atom feed.jpg

TMGbloglabel8copy.gif

TMGbloglabel9 copy.gif
Blah Blah Blah
me220.JPG

The Mudville Gazette is written and produced by Greyhawk, who recently retired from 24 years of active duty in the US military, but will maintain this disclaimer: Unless otherwise credited, the opinions expressed are those of the author, and nothing here is to be taken as representing the official position of or endorsement by the United States Department of Defense or any of its subordinate components.

Furthermore, I will occasionally use satire or parody herein. The bottom line: it's my house.

I like having visitors to my house. I hope you are entertained. I fight for your right to free speech, and am thrilled when you exercise said rights here. Comments and e-mails are welcome, but all such communication is to be assumed to be 1)the original work of any who initiate said communication and 2)the property of the Mudville Gazette, with free use granted thereto for publication in electronic or written form. If you do NOT wish to have your message posted, write "CONFIDENTIAL" in the subject line of your email.

Original content copyright © 2003 - 2011 by Greyhawk. Fair, not-for-profit use of said material by others is encouraged, as long as acknowledgement and credit is given, to include the url of the original source post. Other arrangements can be made as needed.

Contact: greyhawk at mudvillegazette dot com

andsm.jpg

*****

Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004