I was listening to Seymour Hersh on DemocracyNow.org this morning via podcast on my morning run. What I heard made me stop running. Find a place to sit. And weep.
I have not wept for some time over the war in Iraq. I get angry, but much less angry than I did even 6 months ago. In the back of my mind this really bothers me. How can I, and the rest of the nation, have stopped getting angry as the war rages on? What is wrong with me - with us?
I suppose you can only be angry about things over which your influence is not so much for only so long. And to my credit (I hope) I have been doing a better job redirecting that anger towards longer term work for political change. Nonetheless, the war is such a terrible thing that it is downright evil to take it for granted. And I point that finger straight back to myself.
Hersh seems to know all too well that war is on. And when he talks about the war he seems to know that he knows a bit too much. In the speech I heard this morning (given by Hersh yesterday in Illinois) he didn't sound as panicked and worried as he sometimes is. But he still had truly terrible things to recount.
He started by talking about war 35 years ago. He described how a mother of soldier in Vietnam told him that she had "sent them a good boy, and they sent me back a murderer" to describe her son. Flash forward to now, and another mother tells Hersh the same thing. Only much more graphically.
The mother of a soldier who gave Hersh the first publicly released photos of torture in American prisons had told Hersh how her daughter was totally changed upon return. Depressed, isolated, unhappy. Hersh described his meeting with the mother, who showed him the photos of violent horror that took place in Iraq at the hands of soldiers under the command of George Bush.
This I had heard before. So I took in the details once again. But I could keep running, hearing about the background of the torture story wasn't too overwhelming to stop and weep or anything like that. I could think about what was being told to me. I could recount my initial horror upon first hearing the news.
Hersh finished up his account of the story of how he had gotten the photos. Then he added a little detail. He had become friends with the mother. So later she called him to tell him about how her daughter was doing. The soldier had been going in to get little black tattoos. She'd been doing this on a regular basis. A black square here, another one there. Eventually, her entire visible body (and presumably not visible as well) was covered in tattoo. Hersh put this way, she had given herself a "new skin."
Imagine your sister, mother, daughter or friend coming back from torture camps. Depressed, isolated. And she then slowly covers herself with a monocolor tatoo. Imagine that.
And so, they sent me a boy, and I sent him back a murderer, changing her skin. This war is going to reverberate in ways that we can’t even begin to see.
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