Today I had the unexpected opportunity to speak face-to-face with a native Iraqi and to ask him for his perspective on the Iraq “war”. I write war in quote marks (and speak it with ‘air quotes’) because I cannot bring myself to see this as a true war, but rather a fiasco that we, the U.S. (well, really George Bush, Inc.) has caused. Ali surprised me with his first statement: that the war in Iraq is a good thing.
I have been against this war from the start. I vividly remember screaming at the TV during the lead-up to the “shock & awe” strike in 2003. Without the support of the U.N., what were we thinking? I simply could not believe it when the bombing started. To make things worse, and more personal for me, my “little” brother was over there in the first wave, with the Marines. Needless to say, I was very concerned for his safety.
As the years have gone on, and things have gotten more F.U.B.A.R., I have steadfastly remained opposed to our occupation in Iraq. At the same time, I cannot see pulling out all at once, abandoning the mess we have made. It seems to be a quagmire, with no clear way out.
Today, an old friend who has been serving as a U.S. Army medic in Iraq, came for a visit and brought with him a native Iraqi, Ali, who served as one of the interpreters who worked with him – translating for medical patients and caretakers. My friend and I caught up a bit on old times here in the states, and then I was curious to speak with Ali about his thoughts and experiences.
Ali shocked me with his first comment, that he believes the war is a good thing. My impression has been that we stormed in over there with our American bravado, attempting to “fix” what we saw as a bad situation, but actually made things far worse than they had been. Ali said no, that things are not good now, but that they are better. He explained that under Saddam Hussein’s rule, the main daily concern for himself and everyone he knew, was to find food. He was able to go to college in Iraq, but even as he attended classes he had to face this daily challenge of survival. He wore the same pair of pants for four years, and they had been hand-me-downs when he received them. Ali said that now people are fearful for their safety because of the dangers associated with living in a war zone (which of course this is not a good thing) but that most people are not having to live at that basic level of survival – seeking food, clothing and shelter every day.
I think what’s difficult for we American’s to understand, is just how bad things really were in Iraq before the war. We have only a glimpse of how bad things are there now, but that glimpse makes it difficult to think that things could have been even worse. Ali made sure to say that he cannot speak for all Iraqis, but I get the sense that his perspective is a common one there. I asked him what he thought could possibly be the solution, since there seems to be no end to the violence. Ali believes that the key is getting an economic base established. He feels it’s imperative to have the U.S. presence remain in order to help stabilize things long enough for jobs to be established so that people can have enough money to start moving beyond their current conditions. Now, many people don’t feel they have much if anything to lose. Violence and even death is not a deterrent in that condition. If people can start to have something good in their lives, Ali believes they will start to feel they have something to live for, and then something to work for, and then something to build on, and then you have the foundation of a stable society. I asked him what he thought would happen if the U.S. pulled out entirely right now, and he said Iraq would cease to exist. It would kill itself. Its people would kill each other until there was nothing left. All because they have nothing to live for.
In the hour or so that we had to chat, there was only time for him to tell me a few stories, and I am certain he has many more – of peril and fear for his life. Aside from all the things he endured in his homeland, the hoops he and others had to jump through in order to get him into the U.S. were incredible. In April, 2008 the U.S. Congress amended legislation that had previously allowed 50 special immigration visas (SIVs) per year, to allow 500 visas in this fiscal year for Iraqis who have worked for our government as translators and interpreters. This is to provide asylum to these Iraqis who have helped the U.S. military and who’s lives would otherwise be in danger if there were left behind. But getting one of these visas is not as easy as it sounds. I think my American friend, who helped facilitate Ali’s visa, can explain it best. Here is an excerpt from an email he sent from Iraq back in July, 2007 – almost a year before Ali made it to the U.S.:
“Yesterday I mailed out applications for two of our translators to receive asylum in the United States. These two guys help us 24-hours-a-day, 7-days-a-week, at risk to their own lives, translating for Arab-speaking patients. If they aren’t allowed to come to the US when we pull out, they will be slaughtered in the escalating civil war along with anyone else who is perceived to have helped the Americans. As I was mailing these two applications which took 6 months to compile (they required security clearances, letters from employers, certificates of education, and a letter from an American general, along with $200 [in a country where the average person makes about $65 a month]) it struck me how this mundane act of mailing two envelopes will determine the lives of two families. It puts things in perspective. I have to say, cliché though it may be, being over here has made me realize how lucky I am to have been born in America. Spending a year in a country devastated by 22 revolutions in the past 70 years even before Saddam’s reign, where people were (and continue to be) tortured and executed for the way they dressed, what they wrote or said, and how they prayed – it makes me realize how lucky we are and how fragile our freedoms are. I am grateful for the fact that 50 argumentative, arrogant, difficult, white middle-aged men two hundred years ago, who were in a perfect position to enrich themselves and set up a country that would ensure their own families priviliges above and beyond those of everyone else, instead set up a government that was for the people and by the people, and which protected everyone’s freedoms and rights far into the future. We are astoundingly lucky.”
Even that description of the visa process does not begin to tell of the difficulties of actually getting Ali on U.S. soil. There was more money involved. There was more fear and danger. There were many roadblocks and times it seemed as though it simply would not happen. And now that he’s here, he is without his family. He hopes his mother and new bride can come soon, but he does not know whether they will be able to.
There is so much I did not get to ask Ali. I don’t know how old he is. He appears youthful and has a spark in his eyes. He has perfect teeth and model looks. He was dressed in hip American clothes (most likely from his quick trip through New York City the day before.) He looked like he could be any young, hopeful person I’ve ever seen. It saddens me to think about what he’s endured, and to know that there are so many others who suffered the same, or worse, or did not survive, or will not survive. I realized that I am fortunate enough to be naive enough to think that if you do good, good things will come to you and that no one will do you harm. This is not true. There are people around the world being treated inhumanely every day. My own problems of household travails and career quandaries suddenly seem trivial and embarrassing.
Our mutual friend is helping Ali line up speaking dates on college campuses. I suggested that when he is working out what to say to people, that he start as he did with me; to simply say that his name is Ali, that he is from Nasseriya in southern Iraq, and that he believes the war is a good thing. And then, to tell them why. Has my mind been changed about the Iraq War? I don’t know. But it has been opened further, and that is always a good thing.