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Dom
- I'm back from my "sabbatical". Suffice it to say, my liver
gave out, the fish weren't biting, I got sunburn and windburn
and the beach-hut that I was promised had been
"Hemingway's writing bolt-hole" turned out to be knee deep in
shit. Not, like, garbage and flotsam and
stuff but actual shit. Long story.
No novel, but I did get to meet Fidel.
More later. Look – I've written a column, on the Middle East, but
I wasn't sure when you'd get it. Can you lay it up then add some
details based on the latest Reuters stuff for me? Cheers, NewsJunkie.
Even for the most chisel-jawed,
hard-bitten, war-honed foreign correspondents like myself, there are
moments in this job that cause one to stare starkly into the naked face
of the horror of the evil that men do. As I can say is this: that terrible
thing that happened the other day in a particular part of the Middle
East was truly an outrage. While, inevitably, there are some details
that will only emerge later, it is already clear that this incident
is awful even by the standards of this strife-torn region.
To the extent that the thing
that happened is ongoing, it must stop immediately. If that means securing
a resolution or some other decision and/or action from the United Nations,
then so be it. The price in human suffering is simply too great for
us to sit back and play games of me vs. you, faith vs. faith, "multilateralist"
vs. "unilateralist".
 A close-up map of the affected region Alternatively, to the extent that this event has
now finished, we can only be thankful that its scope was not greater,
its duration longer, its impact even more devastating or its effects
more widely felt.
The group of people who bear
responsibility for this particular thing that happened are to be roundly
condemned for their actions. While this particular group have suffered
a lot over the past 50 years, there can be no justification for their
approach to this conflict. No-one could claim a monopoly on suffering
in this area, and all parties know that they are trapped inside walls
not only of sandstone and barbed wire, but of prejudice, hatred, fear
and anger.
Our feckless leaders deserve
nothing but our scorn for their involvement in the lead-up, and, if
applicable, aftermath of this terrible day. On the one hand, we can
take some little comfort from the fact that those same leaders have
reacted with strong words suited to the details of the incident, remarks
that are all the more welcome for their specificity. On the other, we
must accept our collective culpability and the sense of shame that our
politicians and diplomats clearly did not do enough to avoid this senseless
generic tragedy. While the fact that the event was completely avoidable
gives the victims no comfort, it should give us - the survivors and
those who bear witness - pause for thought.
 The tragic results of a disgraceful, immoral and non-specific Middle East bombing Considering the wider picture,
it is clear to me (loaded as I am a heavy harvest of insight into human
conflict accrued from my long experience in the field) that nothing
could possibly justify the stuff that has just happened recently somewhere
in one of the various regions of the Middle East. No claim of land,
however sacred; no price of blood, however hard-won; no need for vengeance,
however painful, could possibly explain or excuse the horrible wickedness
of what it is that happened to take place yesterday, or, perhaps, the
day before that.
This act is not simply barbaric. It is dehumanising. Its very awfulness reminds us all, no matter
how far we are from the angry sands of this ancient land, of the darkness
that lives within us all – a darkness that can only grow in the face
of this evil generic event and/or series of events. Many, of course,
will see this terrible occasion as an opportunity to push existing ideological
barrows. The calculus of interest-group politics in the Middle East
concedes little to sentiment, and the desert swallows up in an instant
those who aren't prepared to make progress even amidst the blood and
the tears. Some cynics may even try to exploit this tragedy to cement
their own careers as pundits or columnists.
For me, as I look across the
bleak sea of dunes, and listen to the howl of the jets screaming overhead
and the rockets roaring as they spew clouds of cordite over the highly
specific local features of this particular region of the Middle East,
I can only put my face in my hands and weep the bitter tears of the
hard-boiled, tough-as-nails, crazy-but-brilliant war correspondent and
think: why, God, oh why? Why choose me – most blessed amongst
thy creations – to bear witness to the dark unfolding of human history?
I trust the above paragraphs provide a more than adequate justification.
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