George Orwell introduced me to the concept of words being used to defend what is indefensible, saying that our language “becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.” The reality of life for those suffering in Iraq provokes different reactions within our culture, covering ground from empathy to resentment, with words acting as the catalyst for what we choose to accept individually as the truth. I’ve never agreed with the notion that it is our right as a nation to impose our will by force onto others when nothing has been done to warrant it. To understand what I’m getting at here, let me say that a nuclear bomb droped on Osama’s location in Afghanistan following the 9/11 attacks wouldn’t have offended me, but the occupation of Iraq always has.
Innocent people have been kidnapped, mutilated, tortured, executed and their bodies tossed aside like garbage by the hundreds for months now, at the hands of insurgents and ethnic militias fighting for political power . Now they are being burned alive. The amount of needless suffering our selfish actions have prompted in Iraq should naturally ashame every one of us. This is not the case though, as the psychological trick of dehumanizing all of it is one that we Americans have mastered. To the tune of a phrase like “war is hell” we trick ourselves into honestly believing that apathy is a virtue, bestowed upon the evolved mind. And so, the details of an Iraqi’s smoldering demise, or that 200 of them were murdered on the same day, either has zero effect or it prompts indignant contempt towards the messenger. At the end of the day it’s still the foolishness that Orwell describes taking hold, but in terms of our culture and this war, our humanity resides in the frigid depths, far away from the light.
