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‘Peace Meals’: Breaking Bread With War’s Forgotten Families

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Posted on Nov 4, 2010

By Anna Badkhen

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A week earlier, Najibullah had been holed up in an abandoned mountain barn near one of those caves, fighting al Qaeda and Taliban gunmen. Snow had coated the mountains outside, and Najibullah had been freezing in his light summer clothes. Now he was kicking back after a lifetime of war: the Eastern Shura, a loose coalition led by tribal elders who opposed the Taliban and therefore had allied themselves with the United States, had finally prevailed in this corner of Afghanistan—although it was impossible to say that the area had been purged of the Taliban, just as it would have been wrong to say that the Eastern Shura had established complete control. The mountainous border between Afghanistan and Pakistan, where many Taliban fighters had found refuge, was not really guarded by anyone on either side. Some members of the militia were still holding out around Tora Bora, taking potshots at American special forces operatives and Western journalists who crawled about sections of the mountainside. Some had blended in with the local population: in line with a long-standing Afghan tradition, which allows the victor to choose, at will, between violently punishing the defeated foe and granting him complete forgiveness (this code of war also permits the victor to double back on his choice unpredictably at any given moment), the Eastern Shura had allowed most local Taliban fighters to walk free (theoretically, they were supposed to surrender their weapons). The locals, mostly ethnic Pashtuns, had largely supported the Taliban regime, and Najibullah believed that many al Qaeda members, too, had gone into hiding and were being sheltered by villagers in hamlets like the one where we were buying sweets—a cluster of mud-brick and straw huts clinging to the glaucous mountainside. Perhaps, Najibullah mused, bin Laden was also hiding in one of these villages, disguised as a shepherd with a coarse camel wool blanket draped over his head, shoulders, and back.

“There they go! There they go!” Najibullah had yelled earlier that day, pointing excitedly out the car window at two men in dark turbans walking down a village street. “See how they try to hide their eyes? They are former Taliban fighters!”

He rolled down the window, leaned out, and, shaking his gun—the same beat-up Kalashnikov he had carried since he was twelve—shouted at a passing villager:

“Where are you hiding the Taliban, huh?”

The villager ignored him. Our driver, Yarmohammad, decided that it was best, for the sake of our safety, not to stop.

But then Najibullah spotted the jelebi vendor and ordered Yarmohammad to pull over. Najibullah had been smoking hashish all morning, and now he had the munchies. We had to respect that. After all, this man—with his addiction to tranquilizers, his unpredictable mood swings, his little juniper hash pipe, and his disconcerting tendency to lean out of our car window and fire his gun across the valley just for fun—was our bodyguard.

 

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I made Najibullah’s acquaintance in December 2001, toward the end of my second trip to Afghanistan. The journey had begun right after the Taliban regime fell and its army surrendered Kabul and most major Afghan cities and towns, in November. David and I had once again floated into the country across the Pyandzh River from Tajikistan, on the diesel ferry. The day we arrived two gunmen had shot and killed a Swedish television cameraman, Ulf Strömberg, in Taloqan, a city in northern Afghanistan a few hours’ drive from our first stop on this trip, the hospitable compound of Mahbuhbullah the Tomb Raider. Mahbuhbullah had heard about the killing on his handheld AM radio and told us as soon as we drove up to his house.

Strömberg was the eighth journalist to be murdered in the country in four weeks. Earlier that month, two French radio correspondents and a writer for a German magazine had been ambushed and killed after a rocket-propelled grenade blast threw them off an armored vehicle driven by the men of an anti-Taliban rebel commander in northern Afghanistan.

A week before Strömberg’s killing, four Western journalists driving in a convoy on the stretch of the ancient Grand Trunk Road* between Jalalabad and Kabul—where bandits had waylaid their prey for centuries—had been forced out of their vehicles, marched off to the side of the road, and executed. [*Grand Trunk Road—one of South Asia’s oldest routes, which stretches from Bengal in India, through Peshawar in Pakistan, to Kabul.] The journalists’ drivers, who had managed to escape, relayed the assailants’ defiant words: “You thought the Taliban was dead? The Taliban is still here!”

That was true. Wherever we went during our second trip to Afghanistan, we saw members of the deposed militia wandering around in their black turbans. Maybe they still listened to their leader, Mullah Omar, on the shortwave radios every man in Afghanistan seemed to carry in the folds of his robes. Maybe they had heard the one-eyed mullah’s promise of a fifty-thousand-dollar bounty for every Western journalist they killed.

David and I huddled on Mahbuhbullah’s earthen porch, poring over the newswire reports about Strömberg’s death that we had downloaded onto our laptops. We had not known him. But it was easy to imagine that Strömberg had been just like us: an unarmed reporter trying to find a compelling way to bring the news from this faraway, tragic land to the audience back home.

Reporters who cover wars put a huge amount of faith in the idea that none of the people we write about would ever find a reason to aim their guns at us. As obdurate as this notion may seem to anyone who has not traveled to a war zone, or anyone who has fought in one—especially given that reporters do get kidnapped and killed in wars—our almost delusionally uncritical faith in the kindness of strangers is the only thing that emboldens unarmed geeks with thousands of dollars in our money belts and, usually, few combat skills to venture into places where civilians are being killed, whether by accident or intent, by the dozen daily.

 

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By gerard, November 6, 2010 at 9:13 pm Link to this comment

And for yet one more on “peace meals”, regarding the President in India:

Counterpunch has an article by Vijay Prashad. One point he makes is:  “Behind all this, full steam ahead, is the agenda of Monsanto, the giant agro-business firm. When Bush came to India in 2006, Monsanto’s agricultural policy masqueraded as his own, and much the same is on offer from Obama. The push is to bypass public domain science for the secret and profitable world of private capital dominated intellectual property – the Umbrella Science Agreement (2005) sets the terms. Perhaps Obama should smuggle onto his plane some farmers from Iowa who have lost their land to the financial crisis, and go with them to visit the families in Vidharba who have lost their loved ones to the epidemic of farmers’ suicides. They might find that the distance between Saikheda village and Rockwell City, Iowa is not so far after all.”

It is to be hoped that all TD readers catch the full meaning of this without further details.

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By gerard, November 6, 2010 at 8:47 pm Link to this comment

Just for a very sad side comment I turn to my Yahoo “home page” and find these foods “recommended as better than a Snickers bar”!

4 piece chicken McNuggets
KFC red beans wit sausage and rice
Black Forest ham, egg and cheese English muffin
Wendy’s small chili
Fresco crunchy taco

No wonder Americans are slightly soft in the head, living with grotesque contrasts like this.

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By gerard, November 6, 2010 at 7:16 pm Link to this comment

Stop for a moment and consider—really consider—this one line from the article: 
  “I went to my duffel bag, and fished out a Snickers bar.”

How many times now have how many Americans gone to their “duffel bags” and “fished out Snickers bars” to assuage the pains of those they have tortured or abused—or watched being tortured or abused, and did nothing?

There has come a time now when Snickers bars will no longer turn the trick—if they ever did.  The world is turning to us now for a lot more.
  For peace—for an end to our wars and weapons of mass destruction (fouled water, oil-soaked beaches, poisoned hamburgers, withheld medicines, plastic-wrapped left-over rations, overpriced medicines, NAFTA, IMF and all the rest) including drones and bunker-busters).
  For mercy—for an end to starvation and homelessness, which is completely avoidable considering available technologies capable of bringing plenty to everybody.
  For love of life and the fragile beauty of trees, birds, flowers, butterflies and the clouds over mountaintops.  And for the unthinking grace of hungry lions and the cowardice of a mouse. For love.
  We cannot—must not refuse such opportunities

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By rm, November 5, 2010 at 11:35 am Link to this comment
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The key statement is “no one ever tallies these deaths.” The US has been at war against Afghanistan since the mid 1970s. No one has counted the levels of death and suffering caused by American aggression. My guess is that it runs into the tens of millions, making this one of the great genocides of human history, dwarfing the WW II holocaust. Don’t forget that in October 2001, about one-half of the Afghan people were totally dependent on UN food shipments coming in from neighboring countries—some 15 million people. The US sealed the borders and bombed truck convoys. What did these 15 million people eat all winter? The US promised to drop food and did drop fewer than 1 million meals-ready-to-eat—virtually nothing. How many people starved or died in the cold winter of complications due to malnutrition?

The US simply does not care. The genocide of people it intends to colonialize mean nothing in America. That’s what empires to. All empires are criminal and genocidal. The US is the latest and worst of all empires. Let’s hope that Afghanistan is really, as its nickname says, “the graveyard of empires.” The sooner the American empires dies, the sooner the people of the world can begin to live again.

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By Jerry Lobdill, November 5, 2010 at 8:18 am Link to this comment
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The horror, the insanity, the depravity of this Bush/Cheney-created hell cannot be overstated. I don’t know how people like Anna can stay immersed in it for years and remain sane.

And we, here, supposedly safe, septically chant our Prayers of the People in our civilized Episcopal churches, praying for peace and reelecting sociopaths to lead our country as it pursues empire and nurtures these nightmares on the edge of the world far away from us.

Insanity!!!

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