Posted on December 12, 2011
The scholar on the other side of the phone left Libya for Algeria for the phone conversation with nsnbc and still he is muffling his voice. “Why have I been so stupid” he says blaming himself for having joined the initial anti government protests in Libya. “We were blinded by a well-organized propaganda machine, blinded by our greed and envy of the neighbor who had a little more than we had, blinded by the belief that Democracy meant even more freedom and justice than what we already had. We were so indoctrinated by Western Propaganda that we tended to believe that being European was something special, something privileged, something we wanted to be. As if importing the failures of the socioeconomic and political model that was collapsing in Europe would bring us freedom and prosperity. This was the dumbest case of African and Arab self-destruction”.
The mere fact that this well-educated and brave man, who was one of the first civilians to fight the Libyan government when the Libyan Spring turned violent was traveling from Tripoli to Algiers to talk on the phone from a hotel room which he rented under an alias tells me that the singing tomorrows of a democratic Libya have turned into a nightmare; but then, knowing that thousands of black Libyans and migrant workers have been butchered, women beheaded for refusing to bow under the gun of religious fanatics, the self blame and self-pity of the caller is not a surprise but symptomatic for what the harbingers of Democracy and Freedom have in store for all new colonies that fail to resist the wolves pack of Imperialism.
I don´t even have to travel to Libya to know that it will remind me about my time in Beirut in 1982. I know it will be the same stench, the same eyes that avoid contact to any stranger or any neighbor whom one has not learned to trust, the same muffled conversations and the same explosions of temperament, the same laughter and love, romance, tragedy, death and birth.
Birth. What will be waiting for the natal wards, the pediatric wards, the desperate mothers and fathers will be increasing birth rates of children which deformities can be everything from subtle, to rendering the new-born unrecognizable as human being. The birth of the new colony Libya, the paradise of Democracy and Freedom will become haunted by the ghosts of Depleted Uranium.
Saif Al-Islam is reportedly stuck, captured by the Zintan brigades. The Zintan brigades refuse to surrender him to Tripoli fearing for the life of the man whom they not so long ago wanted rather dead than alive. In all it´s grotesque misery and betrayal, their reasoning and acts are a hundredfold more honorable than the reasoning and acts of those who need to be brought to justice for the countless war crimes that have been committed against Libya and it´s people.
The butcher of Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya, notorious professional murderer Abdelhakim Belhadj has survived yet one more CIA and MI6 sponsored campaign. So far, it seems, he is more worth alive than dead for his handlers and the war criminals behind them. And would one be surprised.
After all, Abdelhakim Belhadj has now the honor to train, arm and organize yet another liberation, and this time Syria is in the cross-hairs of unadulterated evil. It brings back memories of Beirut, 1982. The stench, the evading eyes, the smell of cordite and blood, the ID card killings, Sabra and Shatila. And those in Beirut who cooperate with unadulterated evil can hardly wait before the butchering also can begin in Syria. Said Hariri has smuggled arms into Syria for months and most probably made a handsome sum of money on top of the some hundred billion Dollars he is good for. Money does not smell bad, lest it has been passing through the hands of his likes.
Have you ever seen a pregnant woman cut open by shrapnel and her unborn baby cut in halves. I have, and I would not wish the sight on my worst enemy. War is murder. Grotesque, unadulterated evil. There is nothing honorable about it, ever, not even if you have earned your Purple Heart for murdering from the comfort of a Stealth Bomber. You need to come down and see what war is like because you have never seen war.
The war in Libya is not over. Grossly under reported by a vulture like mass media that already circles above the next possible carcass, Syria, it neglects to report that the resistance in Libya is far from broken. Politicians who believe their own lies may believe that Syria will be a push over, others who are more wise and well-informed calculate how much they can gain on a protracted regional war. That is the unmasked face of Democracy and Freedom, the promised land that never ceases to be drowned in the blood of the innocent.
Yesterday Susan Lindauer, the life time peace and womans rights activist who had the honor of being the first non-Muslim, white Caucasian, and Woman to be arrested under the law of infamy called the Patriot Act sent me a photo of a Depleted Uranium deformed infant from Fallujah, Iraq. She begged that the photo was published, if I dared to publish it.I know Susan Lindauer well enough to know that she is deeply moved by the tragedy.
See, Susan Lindauer is human, that is why she sent the photo. I am human because it makes me cry to look at it. If you dare, try your own humanity, and if you realize that you have humanity inside yourself, which I am sure about that you do, then please act upon it and stop the unadulterated evil that makes you believe that NATO and young boys and girls from the USA, Italy, the UK, France, Qatar, and other are fighting in wars that have anything to do with honor. The honorable thing to do is to stand on the side of peace, and if necessary to die for it.
Dr. Christof Lehmann
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FALLUJAH BIRTH DEFECT