[Marxism] What Iraqi journalist who threw shoes at Bush had to say

Louis Proyect lnp3 at panix.com
Tue Sep 15 19:13:23 MDT 2009

What Iraqi journalist who threw shoes at Bush had to say

BAGHDAD — Muntadhar al Zaidi, the Iraqi reporter who threw his shoes at 
former President Bush last year in an act of protest that gained 
international notoriety, was freed from an Iraqi prison Tuesday after 
nine months behind bars and gave a passionate defense of his actions.

Here are his remarks, translated by McClatchy special correspondent 
Sahar Issa.

     In the name of God, the most gracious and most merciful.

     Here I am, free. But my country is still a prisoner of war.

     Firstly, I give my thanks and my regards to everyone who stood 
beside me, whether inside my country, in the Islamic world, in the free 
world. There has been a lot of talk about the action and about the 
person who took it, and about the hero and the heroic act, and the 
symbol and the symbolic act. But, simply, I answer: What compelled me to 
confront is the injustice that befell my people, and how the occupation 
wanted to humiliate my homeland by putting it under its boot.

     And how it wanted to crush the skulls of (the homeland's) sons 
under its boots, whether sheikhs, women, children or men. And during the 
past few years, more than a million martyrs fell by the bullets of the 
occupation and the country is now filled with more than 5 million 
orphans, a million widows and hundreds of thousands of maimed. And many 
millions of homeless because of displacement inside and outside the country.

     We used to be a nation in which the Arab would share with the 
Turkman and the Kurd and the Assyrian and the Sabean and the Yazid his 
daily bread. And the Shiite would pray with the Sunni in one line. And 
the Muslim would celebrate with the Christian the birthday of Christ, 
may peace be upon him. And despite the fact that we shared hunger under 
sanctions for more than 10 years, for more than a decade.

     Our patience and our solidarity did not make us forget the 
oppression. Until we were invaded by the illusion of liberation that 
some had. (The occupation) divided one brother from another, one 
neighbor from another, and the son from his uncle. It turned our homes 
into neverending funeral tents. And our graveyards spread into parks and 
roadsides. It is a plague. It is the occupation that is killing us, that 
is violating the houses of worship and the sanctity of our homes and 
that is throwing thousands daily into makeshift prisons.

     I am not a hero, and I admit that. But I have a point of view and I 
have a stance. It humiliated me to see my country humiliated. And to see 
my Baghdad burned. And my people being killed. Thousands of tragic 
pictures remained in my head, and this weighs on me every day and pushes 
me toward the righteous path, the path of confrontation, the path of 
rejecting injustice, deceit and duplicity. It deprived me of a good 
night's sleep.

     Dozens, no, hundreds, of images of massacres that would turn the 
hair of a newborn white used to bring tears to my eyes and wound me. The 
scandal of Abu Ghraib. The massacre of Fallujah, Najaf, Haditha, Sadr 
City, Basra, Diyala, Mosul, Tal Afar, and every inch of our wounded 
land. In the past years, I traveled through my burning land and saw with 
my own eyes the pain of the victims, and hear with my own ears the 
screams of the bereaved and the orphans. And a feeling of shame haunted 
me like an ugly name because I was powerless.

     And as soon as I finished my professional duties in reporting the 
daily tragedies of the Iraqis, and while I washed away the remains of 
the debris of the ruined Iraqi houses, or the traces of the blood of 
victims that stained my clothes, I would clench my teeth and make a 
pledge to our victims, a pledge of vengeance.

     The opportunity came, and I took it.

     I took it out of loyalty to every drop of innocent blood that has 
been shed through the occupation or because of it, every scream of a 
bereaved mother, every moan of an orphan, the sorrow of a rape victim, 
the teardrop of an orphan.

     I say to those who reproach me: Do you know how many broken homes 
that shoe that I threw had entered because of the occupation? How many 
times it had trodden over the blood of innocent victims? And how many 
times it had entered homes in which free Iraqi women and their sanctity 
had been violated? Maybe that shoe was the appropriate response when all 
values were violated.

     When I threw the shoe in the face of the criminal, Bush, I wanted 
to express my rejection of his lies, his occupation of my country, my 
rejection of his killing my people. My rejection of his plundering the 
wealth of my country, and destroying its infrastructure. And casting out 
its sons into a diaspora.

     After six years of humiliation, of indignity, of killing and 
violations of sanctity, and desecration of houses of worship, the killer 
comes, boasting, bragging about victory and democracy. He came to say 
goodbye to his victims and wanted flowers in response.

     Put simply, that was my flower to the occupier, and to all who are 
in league with him, whether by spreading lies or taking action, before 
the occupation or after.

     I wanted to defend the honor of my profession and suppressed 
patriotism on the day the country was violated and its high honor lost. 
Some say: Why didn't he ask Bush an embarrassing question at the press 
conference, to shame him? And now I will answer you, journalists. How 
can I ask Bush when we were ordered to ask no questions before the press 
conference began, but only to cover the event. It was prohibited for any 
person to question Bush.

     And in regard to professionalism: The professionalism mourned by 
some under the auspices of the occupation should not have a voice louder 
than the voice of patriotism. And if patriotism were to speak out, then 
professionalism should be allied with it.

     I take this opportunity: If I have wronged journalism without 
intention, because of the professional embarrassment I caused the 
establishment, I wish to apologize to you for any embarrassment I may 
have caused those establishments. All that I meant to do was express 
with a living conscience the feelings of a citizen who sees his homeland 
desecrated every day.

     History mentions many stories where professionalism was also 
compromised at the hands of American policymakers, whether in the 
assassination attempt against Fidel Castro by booby-trapping a TV camera 
that CIA agents posing as journalists from Cuban TV were carrying, or 
what they did in the Iraqi war by deceiving the general public about 
what was happening. And there are many other examples that I won't get 
into here.

     But what I would like to call your attention to is that these 
suspicious agencies -- the American intelligence and its other agencies 
and those that follow them -- will not spare any effort to track me down 
(because I am) a rebel opposed to their occupation. They will try to 
kill me or neutralize me, and I call the attention of those who are 
close to me to the traps that these agencies will set up to capture or 
kill me in various ways, physically, socially or professionally.

     And at the time that the Iraqi prime minister came out on satellite 
channels to say that he didn't sleep until he had checked in on my 
safety, and that I had found a bed and a blanket, even as he spoke I was 
being tortured with the most horrific methods: electric shocks, getting 
hit with cables, getting hit with metal rods, and all this in the 
backyard of the place where the press conference was held. And the 
conference was still going on and I could hear the voices of the people 
in it. And maybe they, too, could hear my screams and moans.

     In the morning, I was left in the cold of winter, tied up after 
they soaked me in water at dawn. And I apologize for Mr. Maliki for 
keeping the truth from the people. I will speak later, giving names of 
the people who were involved in torturing me, and some of them were 
high-ranking officials inthe government and in the army.

     I didn't do this so my name would enter history or for material 
gains. All I wanted was to defend my country, and that is a legitimate 
cause confirmed by international laws and divine rights. I wanted to 
defend a country, an ancient civilization that has been desecrated, and 
I am sure that history -- especially in America -- will state how the 
American occupation was able to subjugate Iraq and Iraqis, until its 

     They will boast about the deceit and the means they used in order 
to gain their objective. It is not strange, not much different from what 
happened to the Native Americans at the hands of colonialists. Here I 
say to them (the occupiers) and to all who follow their steps, and all 
those who support them and spoke up for their cause: Never.

     Because we are a people who would rather die than face humiliation.

     And, lastly, I say that I am independent. I am not a member of any 
political party, something that was said during torture -- one time that 
I'm far-right, another that I'm a leftist. I am independent of any 
political party, and my future efforts will be in civil service to my 
people and to any who need it, without waging any political wars, as 
some said that I would.

     My efforts will be toward providing care for widows and orphans, 
and all those whose lives were damaged by the occupation. I pray for 
mercy upon the souls of the martyrs who fell in wounded Iraq, and for 
shame upon those who occupied Iraq and everyone who assisted them in 
their abominable acts. And I pray for peace upon those who are in their 
graves, and those who are oppressed with the chains of imprisonment. And 
peace be upon you who are patient and looking to God for release.

     And to my beloved country I say: If the night of injustice is 
prolonged, it will not stop the rising of a sun and it will be the sun 
of freedom.

     One last word. I say to the government: It is a trust that I carry 
from my fellow detainees. They said, 'Muntadhar, if you get out, tell of 
our plight to the omnipotent powers' -- I know that only God is 
omnipotent and I pray to Him -- 'remind them that there are dozens, 
hundreds, of victims rotting in prisons because of an informant's word.'

     They have been there for years, they have not been charged or 
tried. They've only been snatched up from the streets and put into these 
prisons. And now, in front of you, and in the presence of God, I hope 
they can hear me or see me. I have now made good on my promise of 
reminding the government and the officials and the politicians to look 
into what's happening inside the prisons. The injustice that's caused by 
the delay in the judicial system.

     Thank you. And may God's peace be upon you.

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