I haven't been doing any posts from Iraqi bloggers, because the best of them had left Iraq (smart chaps, I would say). However, the Kid needed to take some exams at his university, so he returned to Baghdad. Of particular interest was this story:
http://ejectiraqikkk.blogspot.com/2006/09/iraq-is-dead-snapshot-of-week-in-hell.htmlTUESDAY: I wake up, go to the kitchen, and before you know it, just when I leave the kitchen, the house is filled with born-and-bred Star-spangled Americans, along with four usual dirty policemen, they spend a confused two minutes at the living room, while two or three search the nearby rooms, a policeman tries to touch my guitar, while another US soldier finds out a book about CIA and gets unreasonably excited. They find out that Gpa was military ambassador at the US in the 50s and go nuts. when asked for weapons, Gpa whips out his 1950s revolver, they shrug and write no guns; we've already hid all the other weapons somewhere nice.
5 minutes after they leave, I dress in prepartaion for going to college, to find out that my mobile was stolen!
Apparently, one of the police commanders stole it while I wasn't looking - my phone looks very fancy (a Siemens X, called in Iraq the Scissors cuz of its extra keyboard and the way it folds) but is actually dirt cheap, anyway, I tried calling it but to no avail.
Tried going to college but after a very sweaty 15 minutes of walking I am sent back home by a nervous national guard who stops me halfway through the street.
Damn.
WEDENSDAY: I call my phone, a man with a very crude southern accent picks up after several rings and tell me not to call again or he will 'tear my ass'. Later that day, during a series of prank-calls in which we lost it a little, a neighbor calls up my number and tells the nice policeman that we have known all about him and his unit number and we will not rest until we fry onions on his bare naked bottom. I mimicked sounds of a US soldier in the back, the guy was as silent and nice as little girl on her first day of primary school.
Anyway, it was still not worth the trouble of tracking him down, although Adhamiya residents in general enjoy any clash with the Police commanders, so I called the mobile company and had the SIM card deactivated.
Electricity has been absent for 10 days.
So these are the Iraqi police who are going to stand up when we stand down, eh? From this post I have learned two things:
1. Iraqi police are indeed the assholes I have heard about for months -- corrupt and mean with no moral core.
2. What the heck were the Americans doing allowing them to steal? And if they know that the Iraqi police are pulling this shit, that has GOT to be hurting their morale and probably turning them cynical.
Also, the Iraqi policeman is, no doubt, Shi'ite because the South is largely Shi'ite. I'm pretty sure of that. For the record, the Kid is Sunni, but he HATES ethnic labeling and division, so I won't dwell on that.
My other favorite blogger, Zeyad, is in NYC now, so I am looking forward to his report which hasn't happened yet. Jeff Jarvis of buzzmachine.com has met him, but neither have done a post with any details.
Anyway, on this day of commemoriation of 9/11, let us not forget about the Iraqis and American soldiers dying EVERY DAY in Iraq. The carnage we experienced for one day continues in Iraq . . .