Presque Isle, Maine Peace Rally Speech
Before 150 Aroostook county residents from around the County February 15, 2003 -
St. Mary’s Church
by Charlotte Aldebron
http://www.commondreams.org/views03/0218-05.htm
When people think about bombing Iraq, they see a picture in their heads of
Saddam Hussein in a military uniform, or maybe soldiers with big black mustaches
carrying guns, or the mosaic of George Bush Sr. on the lobby floor of the
Al-Rashid Hotel with the word “criminal”. But guess what? More than half of
Iraq’s 24 million people are children under the age of 15. That’s 12 million
kids. Kids like me. Well, I’m almost 13, so some are a little older, and some a
lot younger, some boys instead of girls, some with brown hair, not red. But kids
who are pretty much like me just the same. So take a look at me—a good long
look. Because I am what you should see in your head when you think about bombing
Iraq. I am what you are going to destroy.
If I am lucky, I will be killed instantly, like the three hundred children
murdered by your “smart” bombs in a Baghdad bomb shelter on February 16, 1991.
The blast caused a fire so intense that it flash-burned outlines of those
children and their mothers on the walls; you can still peel strips of blackened
skin—souvenirs of your victory—from the stones.
But maybe I won’t be lucky and I’ll die slowly, like 14-year-old Ali Faisal, who
right now is on the “death ward” of the Baghdad children’s hospital. He has
malignant lymphoma—cancer—caused by the depleted uranium in your Gulf War
missiles. Or maybe I will die painfully and needlessly like18-month-old Mustafa,
whose vital organs are being devoured by sand fly parasites. I know it’s hard to
believe, but Mustafa could be totally cured with just $25 worth of medicine, but
there is none of this medicine because of your sanctions.
Or maybe I won’t die at all but will live for years with the psychological
damage that you can’t see from the outside, like Salman Mohammed, who even now
can’t forget the terror he lived through with his little sisters when you bombed
Iraq in 1991. Salman’s father made the whole family sleep in the same room so
that they would all survive together, or die together. He still has nightmares
about the air raid sirens.
Or maybe I will be orphaned like Ali, who was three when you killed his father
in the Gulf War. Ali scraped at the dirt covering his father’s grave every day
for three years calling out to him, “It’s all right Daddy, you can come out now,
the men who put you here have gone away.” Well, Ali, you’re wrong. It looks like
those men are coming back.
Or I maybe I will make it in one piece, like Luay Majed, who remembers that the
Gulf War meant he didn’t have to go to school and could stay up as late as he
wanted. But today, with no education, he tries to live by selling newspapers on
the street.
Imagine that these are your children—or nieces or nephews or neighbors. Imagine
your son screaming from the agony of a severed limb, but you can’t do anything
to ease the pain or comfort him. Imagine your daughter crying out from under the
rubble of a collapsed building, but you can’t get to her. Imagine your children
wandering the streets, hungry and alone, after having watched you die before
their eyes.
This is not an adventure movie or a fantasy or a video game. This is reality for
children in Iraq. Recently, an international group of researchers went to Iraq
to find out how children there are being affected by the possibility of war.
Half the children they talked to said they saw no point in living any more. Even
really young kids knew about war and worried about it. One 5-year-old, Assem,
described it as “guns and bombs and the air will be cold and hot and we will
burn very much.” Ten-year-old Aesar had a message for President Bush: he wanted
him to know that “A lot of Iraqi children will die. You will see it on TV and
then you will regret.”
Back in elementary school I was taught to solve problems with other kids not by
hitting or name-calling, but by talking and using “I” messages. The idea of an
“I” message was to make the other person understand how bad his or her actions
made you feel, so that the person would sympathize with you and stop it. Now I
am going to give you an “I” message. Only it’s going to be a “We” message. “We”
as in all the children in Iraq who are waiting helplessly for something bad to
happen. “We” as in the children of the world who don’t make any of the decisions
but have to suffer all the consequences. “We” as in those whose voices are too
small and too far away to be heard.
Charlotte Aldebron, 12, attends Cunningham Middle School in Presque Isle, Maine. Comments may be sent to her mom, Jillian Aldebron: aldebron@ainop.com
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The faces of "collateral damage"