Voting In Britain For War. Take Your Pick
by John Pilger
John Pilger.com
via ICH May 6, 2010
Staring at the vast military history section in the airport shop, I had a
choice: the derring-do of psychopaths or scholarly tomes with their illicit
devotion to the cult of organised killing. There was nothing I recognised from
reporting war. Nothing on the spectacle of children’s limbs hanging in trees and
nothing on the burden of shit in your trousers. War is a good read. War is fun.
More war please.
The day before I flew out of Australia, 25 April, I sat in a bar beneath the
great sails of the Sydney Opera House. It was Anzac Day, the 95th anniversary of
the invasion of Ottoman Turkey by Australian and New Zealand troops at the
behest of British imperialism. The landing was an incompetent stunt of blood
sacrifice conjured by Winston Churchill; yet it is celebrated in Australia as an
unofficial national day. The ABC evening news always comes live from the sacred
shore at Gallipoli, in Turkey, where this year some 8000 flag-wrapped
Antipodeans listened, dewy-eyed, to the Australian governor-general Quentin
Bryce, who is the Queen’s viceroy, describe the point of pointless mass killing.
It was, she said, all about a “love of nation, of service, of family, the love
we give and the love we receive and the love we allow ourselves to receive. [It
is a love that] rejoices in the truth, it bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things. And it never fails”.
Of all the attempts at justifying state murder I can recall, this drivel of DIY
therapy, clearly aimed at the young, takes the blue riband. Not once did Bryce
honour the fallen with the two words that the survivors of 1915 brought home
with them: “Never again”. Not once did she refer to a truly heroic
anti-conscription campaign, led by women, that stemmed the flow of Australian
blood in the first world war, the product not of a gormlessness that “believes
all things” but of anger in defence of life.
The next item on the TV news was an Australian government minister, John
Faulkner, with the troops in Afghanistan. Bathed in the light of a perfect
sunrise, he made the Anzac connection to the illegal invasion of Afghanistan in
which, on 13 February last year, Australian soldiers killed five children. No
mention was made of them. On cue, this was followed by an item that a war
memorial in Sydney had been “defaced by men of Middle Eastern appearance”. More
war please.
In the Opera House bar a young man wore campaign medals which were not his. That
is the fashion now. Smashing his beer glass on the floor, he stepped over the
mess which was cleaned up another young man whom the TV newsreader would say was
of Middle Eastern appearance. Once again, war is a fashionable extremism for
those suckered by the Edwardian notion that a man needs to prove himself “under
fire” in a country whose people he derides as “gooks” or “rag-heads” or simply
“scum”. (The current public inquiry in London into the torture and murder of an
Iraqi hotel receptionist, Baha Mousa, by British troops has heard that “the
attitude held” was that “all Iraqis were scum”).
There is a hitch. In the ninth year of the thoroughly Edwardian invasion of
Afghanistan, more than two thirds of the home populations of the invaders want
their troops to get out of where they have no right to be. This is true of
Australia, the United States, Britain, Canada and Germany. What this says is
that, behind the media façade of politicised ritual – such as the parade of
military coffins through the English town of Wootton Bassett -- millions of
people are trusting their own critical and moral intelligence and ignoring
propaganda that has militarised contemporary history, journalism and
parliamentary politics – Australia’s Labor prime minister, Kevin Rudd, for
instance, describes the military as his country’s “highest calling”.
Here in Britain, the war criminal Tony Blair is anointed by the Guardian’s Polly
Toynbee as “the perfect emblem for his people’s own contradictory whims”. No, he
was the perfect emblem for a liberal intelligentsia prepared cynically to
indulge his crime. That is the unsaid of the British election campaign, along
with the fact that 77 per cent of the British people want the troops home. In
Iraq, duly forgotten, what has been done is a holocaust. More than a million
people are dead and four million have been driven from their homes. Not a single
mention has been made of them in the entire campaign. Rather, the news is that
Blair is Labour’s “secret weapon”.
All three party leaders are warmongers. Nick Clegg, the Liberal Democrats leader
and darling of former Blair lovers, says that as prime minister he will
“participate” in another invasion of a “failed state” provided there is “the
right equipment, the right resources”. His one condition is the standard
genuflection towards a military now scandalised by a colonial cruelty of which
the Baha Mousa case is but one of many.
For Clegg, as for Gordon Brown and David Cameron, the horrific weapons used by
British forces, such as clusters, depleted uranium and the Hellfire missile,
which sucks the air out of its victims’ lungs, do not exist. The limbs of
children in trees do not exist. This year alone Britain will spend £4 billion on
the war in Afghanistan, and that is what Brown and Cameron almost certainly
intend to cut from the National Health Service.
Edward S Herman explained this genteel extremism in his essay, The Banality of
Evil. There is a strict division of labour, ranging from the scientists working
in the laboratories of the weapons industry, to the intelligence and “national
security” personnel who supply the paranoia and “strategies”, to the politicians
who approve them. As for journalists, our task is to censor by omission and make
the crime seem normal for you, the public. For it is your understanding and your
awakening that are feared, above all.
Source:
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