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            HUMAN RIGHTS AMERICAN STYLE, Part 2
              The torturers have changed, the victims stay the same 
            I couldn't believe my eyes! Is it so easy to torture someone in 
              an Iraq
              liberated from Saddam? 
            Yet the marks on the body of Al-Mountadhar Fadhel, a young Iraqi 
              student of
              23 years old, were so undeniably real, shocking, and above all completely
              unacceptable. 
            Al-Mountadhar lives in Hay El-houria, one of the poor, run-down
              neighbourhoods in the outskirts of Baghdad. Most of the streets 
              and allies
              are inaccessible to cars. They are either too broken up or are drowned 
              in
              dirty water which nearly reaches up to the sidewalks. "It is 
              the same
              everywhere since the Americans arrived in Baghdad," Ahmed, 
              a taxi-driver,
              explained. In fact, the destruction of Iraqi state buildings,
              such as the ministries, the factories, the universities, the administrative
              centres, the city halls, etc., threw millions of Iraqi workers out 
              of work;
              including those city employees, among others, who were responsible 
              for
              collecting the garbage. All are on forced unemployment, just at 
              a time when
              there is so much to do to prevent infectious diseases and other 
              epidemics in
              this extremely hot weather. It is more than 50° and the garbage 
              has not been
              collected for weeks in Baghdad neighbourhoods. It took us more than 
              twenty
              minutes to move less than one kilometre and arrive at El-machtel 
              street
              where Al-Mountadhar lives. 
            The young man told us that everything had started in the area of 
              the Souk
              el-bayâaa market. "I had gone there to buy a tape recorder, 
              because in these
              places you can find less expensive products than in stores," 
              he added.
              Al-Mountadhar explained to us that in the markets, souks, or other
              commercial places, you can always find people who are called locally
              "sidewalk salesmen." Sometimes they leave the sidewalk 
              and directly take
              over the roadway. This was the case on that day. These small, informal
              merchants, mostly young people, had spread out all kinds of wares 
              on
              cardboard, or small wooden tables, or directly on the road. In general,
              these are people who can't find a job and so create their own work. 
              All
              countries, particularly in the third world, which are plagued by
              unemployment, are familiar with these kind of salespeople. "I 
              was in the
              process of negotiating the price of the product with a seller" 
              continued
              Al-Mountadhar, "when an American soldier brutally kicked and 
              overturned the
              cardboard with everything on top of it." 
            He pushed me along and then, as I instinctively raised my hands 
              to protect
              myself, the soldier suddenly threw himself on me, followed by his
              companions. I tried to protest, but I was hit, my hands were tied 
              and I was
              pushed towards a vehicle which I was made to enter. As it started 
              to move,
              my eyes were blindfolded." 
            Some people in our democratic countries find it difficult to realise 
              that
              American soldiers are capable of being just as cruel as the torturers 
              of
              Saddam or any other famous dictator. However, it is to the United 
              States
              that some dictators, especially from Central and South America, 
              send their
              torturers to be trained. Hence cases of abuse by soldiers against 
              the Iraqi
              population take place every day. "Who do we complain to?" 
              people ask me in a
              desperate tone, "the Americans are both the judges and the 
              torturers." 
            The young Al-Mountadhar also found it difficult to believe what 
              he went
              through, not in the jails of Saddam, but in those of the American 
              army. "The
              military vehicles drove about 15 or 20 minutes," continued 
              the young man.
              Because he was blindfolded, he couldn't provide any information 
              about the
              place where he was taken. He remembered that, after getting out 
              of the car,
              he was dragged for several meters before he was taken down a flight 
              of
              stairs to end up on the ground. 
            "The only words I kept repeating non-stop were, "I did 
              nothing! Let me go!"
              Shortly after, I was picked up and my head was shaved. "I had 
              long hair,"
              said Al-Mountadhar with a note of regret in his voice. Next, I was 
              pushed
              face towards the wall and my hands were tied above my head. When 
              the first
              blows hit my body, I couldn't stop myself from crying, not so much 
              because
              of the pain, but because I found all of this so incredibly unjust 
              coming
              from those who were claiming they had come to liberate us from the
              oppression of Saddam. They beat me for hours. It was an eternity. 
              At each
              blow from what seemed to be a thick cable, I felt my flesh tear. 
              I could
              hardly hear the words of my torturer, "To teach you to push 
              an American
              back. Why did you push an American back?" I lost consciousness 
              several
              times, but each time was revived. It was horrible. I had never thought 
              I
              would live such an experience outside Saddam's regime." 
            After the beating, the soldiers kept the young man, covered in 
              wounds and
              blood, late into the night. In the end, it was past 1:00 am when 
              he was
              released, or rather thrown into a deserted street near a commercial 
              centre.
              It was in the middle of curfew, that is, the time when the young 
              man most
              risked being killed, either by the soldiers themselves, who have 
              a
              reputation of being trigger happy, or by any of all these forces 
              of evil:
              bandits, criminals or other networks of gangsters which have flourished 
              in
              the shadow of the occupation and create terror among the Iraqi population. 
            "I felt very weak and I had difficulty even getting on to 
              the sidewalk,"
              continued Al-Mountadhar. "All the while, I was calling for 
              help. Finally, a
              couple of people coming out of a building approached and carried 
              me to the
              nearest mosque. The brothers helped me, cleaned my wounds and kept 
              me until
              curfew was lifted, before taking me home." 
            It is important to realise that not all Iraqi victims of abuse 
              like
              Al-Mountadhar will openly tell about what they have undergone, let 
              alone
              denounce their torturers. Far from it; the tyranny of the preceding 
              regime
              sowed among them a fear so deep, that it will take training in a 
              democratic
              culture and human rights before they will be able to practice them 
              and
              reappropriate their country and their future. This is one of the 
              great needs
              which presents itself to humanitarian organisations concerned with 
              human
              rights. In this area, Quebec and Canada enjoy a good amount of trust 
              from
              the Iraqi population. 
            Greetings to everyone! 
            Baghdad, 30 July 2003 Zehira Houfani (writer and 
              journalist), Montreal member of Iraq Solidarity Project 
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