Sunday, December 14, 2003
By Jim Sollisch
This is the seventh time I've started and restarted this essay. It's about the war in Iraq, and it's the last thing I want to write about. Like most Americans, I want to believe that the war was/is necessary even though every reason given for it has turned out to be untrue. I want to believe that we are liberators, not occupiers. Good guys, not bad guys. I want to believe there is a way out of this that makes the world a better place than it was before.
And so, like most Americans, I keep quiet. I read the headlines but not the stories. I resist understanding the difference between Shiites and Sunnis. I can spell Tikrit and Mosul, but I refuse to remember which city is sympathetic to Saddam and which is not. I am the new antiwar protester. I carry angst, not placards. I march down the aisles of Wal-Mart, not down the streets of America. I am Hamlet, deciding whether to be or not to be, deciding nothing.
I read that our occupying army is now using the techniques of the Israeli army -- burning down houses, encasing whole villages in razor wire, detaining the families of suspected insurgents. And, finally, I am too ashamed to keep quiet.
This is what one of our colonels in Iraq said, as quoted in the New York Times: "With a heavy dose of fear and violence, and a lot of money for projects, I think we can convince these people that we are here to help them." That colonel is our representative in Iraq. He is the ambassador of our values. He speaks for you and me. If he is the ugly American, so are we.
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http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61279-2003Dec12.html