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Iraq
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You cant fly to Baghdad, I discovered. You have to go to Amman, capital of neighbouring Jordan, and then make a gruelling bus journey through the desert. It can take anything from 12 to 26 hours and you dont know when you begin how long it will be. Young or old, sick or well, rich or poor, this is the only way in and out. The bus drivers joke about being pilots on Iraqi Airways; some were. Meanwhile the Iraqi aeroplanes have been sitting in the burning sun on the runways of the Middle East, gathering dust and slowly rotting away, for the nine years since the end of the Gulf War.
Not only that, but no-one reports on what is going on in Iraq any more. It seems as though the complete isolation into which the country has been cast also reflects an indifference on the part of the worlds media which I find hard to comprehend. The US and Britain have been bombing Iraq almost daily since December. Each day 250 people die because of sanctions. But who knows? Who cares? I travelled to Baghdad with someone who cares very much indeed. Irish journalist Felicity Arbuthnot has been a tireless campaigner on behalf of the Iraqi people since the Gulf War in 1991. She has made the bus journey 36 times, and written more than ten times that number of articles on the subject. She lives, breathes, eats and sleeps Iraq. And she takes the flak in the form of both illness and death-threats. But she wont give up. This magazine came about through my conversations with Felicity, who had written for the NI in the issue I did on human rights in 1998. The more I talked to her about what was going on, the more I felt that here was a story that the NI must cover. A story not about Saddam Hussein, but about the people who live in the desert land that was once Mesopotamia. Stories like those of the children with cancer (see photo above). This was something that our readers would want to know and they sure werent going to find out anywhere else. So Felicity and I set off across the desert and over the river Tigris to Baghdad. We spent 16 gruelling days travelling around the country in the blistering heat, to hospitals, schools, churches, universities; meeting academics and government ministers, farmers, doctors and priests; seeing the pain of a people who have been vilified and then forgotten by the world; feeling their tears and their dignity. This magazine is dedicated to them. Click here to listen to an interview with Nikki van der Gaag about this magazine. |
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Click here to listen to an interview with Nikki van der Gaag about this magazine. Iraq: the pride
and the pain Arguments against
the bombing Poisoned legacy By the rivers of
Babylon Secrets and spies Life in the danger
zone Sinbad the artist Uncertain future Iraq: a history
Tales from the road Voices in the wilderness |
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Letters FRONT COVER PHOTOGRAPH OF A MOTHER IN BAGDAD
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Nikki van der Gaag
for the New Internationalist Co-operative |
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Just
as nothing can prepare you for such a journey, so the land of Iraq itself
is appalling and wonderful and amazing and heartbreaking beyond belief. The
courage and ingenuity shown in the face of such hopelessness is harder to
bear than in any place I have ever been. It is made especially terrible by
the fact that this suffering is being caused by the United Nations, by my
own government in Britain and by that other herald of democracy,
the United States.
