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Letter from Baghdad on September 11, 2004

Friday, September 11th, 2009

In thinking about today and its significance, I thought I’d share a letter I wrote to friends and family from my post in Baghdad on September 11, 2004.  Thanks for reading and sharing your comments.  Wishing you all a blessed day…

September 11, 2004

I know a man here in Baghdad who is from New York and who lost 61 people from his neighborhood on September 11, 2001.  I asked him how he felt today.  He recounted that after 9/11, he went up to New York from Florida (where he was living at the time) to support his friends and their families, the guys from his neighborhood, many of whom, being firemen and policemen, were part of the unfolding events of that day.  He told me with tears in his eyes that they told him when they pulled up to the World Trade Center that they all knew that some of them would die that day; yet they did not question for a moment going in.  They went into those buildings, helped the disabled and the elderly and, with a joke and a smile, said, “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”  He commented that it surprised him that the country and the world marveled at what they called heroism during these circumstances.  They didn’t consider themselves heroes; it was just what you do.  This was how they were raised:  duty, honor, and loyalty were everything.  This man told me no question 9/11 and those guys are the reason he is here today risking his own life in Iraq.

I so appreciate the reminder that acting with honor, risking everything, loyalty, and duty to God and our fellow man are not supernatural acts of heroism, but are just what you do, what God made us capable of doing.  I am grateful to be reminded that no loss can occur from such action, since we can’t really lose anything when we are doing what God would have us do.  I am constantly in awe, inspired, and humbled by the tremendous acts of courage, commitment, and love that I see daily here on all sides, Iraqi, American, European, etc.  I start the day greeting the gurkas that protect our compound day and night, which must be a terribly boring duty just to check badges and stand guard.  These gurkas who are so mild-mannered, polite, and cheery, but who are highly trained killers. (A Marine who tried to test the resolve of one of the gurkas by creeping up behind him almost had his throat slit in an instant.) I then make it to the Embassy where more than half of the political officers are married with kids at home — both women and men — who volunteered to serve in a war zone away from their family, work ridiculous hours and live in cramped conditions.  Although many express cynicism at times, I have not found one person who does not believe that he can make a difference here and who does not admit that that is truly why he is here.  I am fortunate to spend all day with Iraqis from all backgrounds, faiths, and experiences, ranging from returning expatriates who had fled Saddam’s regime and lived comfortable lives abroad but who returned to deplorable and dangerous conditions just to help rebuild their country, and others who stayed and endured the full brutality and hardships of the Baathist regime.  I am moved by not only the stories of their past and what they have endured but their unwavering commitment, grace, and hope for the future in the face of situations and conditions that do not seem to be improving.

Every day is 9/11 here.  Every day we are looking up at that World Trade Center, knowing that someone may die today, but it is just what you do.  You smile at the gurka, say “hooah” to the Marine, march up Saddam’s palace’s crumbled steps, throw on your body armor and helmet, and face the day.

Check out my latest piece in the CSMonitor, “The dictator in Iraqi hearts must be toppled”

Friday, April 17th, 2009

I’m thrilled this piece was published in the new weekly edition of the Christian Science Monitor on the theme of a documentary Casey Hayward and I are working on, and for which we completed a fact-finding trip to the region, including Iraq, a few weeks ago.  

We came back with ten hours of footage we now get to

Former Prime Minister Ja'fari and Janessa Gans

Former Iraqi Prime Minister Ja'fari and Janessa Gans

 wade through to put together a short “teaser” video to help secure funding for a return trip in the fall to finish filming.  Would love to hear your feedback on the theme and the ideas!

The dictator in Iraqi hearts must be toppled

Real change requires shifts at the individual level nudged by programs that focus on respect and accomodation.

 

The contrast between the Baghdad I saw in 2006 and the Baghdad I saw last month seemed nothing short of miraculous.

Families gathered and picnicked in parks along the Tigris River. Baghdad University students danced at a party on campus. Restaurants and shops were bustling. I even rode around town in an unarmored car and walked down a busy market street without body armor, a previously unthinkable occurrence.

To my Western eyes, life in the war-torn capital seemed surreally normal. The Iraqis who spoke with our documentary crew, however, saw things differently. They emphasized the tenuous and fragile nature of the positive changes they’ve experienced. Indeed, two bombings wounded seven Iraqis on the same crowded street I had walked a day earlier. As a university student explained, “We are no longer the land of the dead. But we have yet to fully become the land of the living. We know we could die at any moment.”

The trip also revealed some ways that Iraq had changed for the worse, such as the level of corruption. I experienced firsthand why Iraq ranks just above failed state Somalia as the second most-corrupt country in the world, according to the Berlin-based organization Transparency International.

Not only did our fixer have to pay “tips” to secure even the most basic appointments, but also to secure a police escort on some of our excursions.

One day we asked if we could visit a school in a sketchy neighborhood in Baghdad. “You will never be able to afford it,” he demurred, since it would not only require the usual pay-off to the police, but would also require topping the exorbitant amount our police escort could potentially get from extremists for our heads.

Change on the political front, meanwhile, has largely been perfunctory. The recent provincial elections, while fair overall, awarded more power to one Islamist party over another and showed Iraqis’ penchant for a strongman who will take charge.

The vote that bolstered the party of the centralizing and increasingly authoritarian Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki was a natural reaction to the corrupt and ineffective government ushered in by the democratic process, explained politicians.

“Democracy? What does that mean?” grunted a Sunni politician. “To the people, democracy means only a paralyzed process and a chaotic security situation.” Maliki, he continued, was evincing a growing, “Saddam-like” leadership style, and was cloaking his tribal and sectarian tendencies in nationalist rhetoric for broader appeal.

With a Saddam-like government and a strawlike security situation ready for the wolf to blow it down, I began to wonder what, if any, real change had occurred in Iraq.

The answer was virtually none – yet. But, Iraqis assured me, it’s because “real change takes time – generations.”

The shock caused by the US-led toppling of the Hussein regime was just that – a shock, not an instant transformation of an entire people’s psyche from that of demoralized individuals to democratic citizens. For the first time, I realized how greatly Washington overestimated Iraq’s ability to weather the stormy shift – in just days! – from a totalitarian regime to a political void into which a disorganized and unprepared America stepped in to build democracy. To go from all to nothing is an unsettling shock, to put it mildly. No wonder looting and chaos erupted so quickly.

America succeeded in removing the official dictator, but the real, societal change that will remove the dictatorship from within each Iraqi heart – and prevent it from happening again – will require time and will be done by Iraqis themselves.

This change, and the promise of an Iraq as a tolerant, pluralist, open, law-bound society is not likely to grow from a political process that’s absorbed by power amalgamation and interest preservation. Real change requires small, gradual shifts at the societal and individual level through improved education, and programs that focus on respect, tolerance, and religious accommodation.

Also, Iraqis need outlets and opportunities to come to terms with the traumas and injustices of the past, and to support the groups that help reintegrate the large number of victims back into society. We met many such individuals and organizations who are laying the groundwork for this long-term societal and cultural change. These unsung heroes of Iraq are working against wide-ranging and powerful forces, from a government that distrusts and seeks to control their efforts, to armed groups who directly attack them, to a lack of outside funding and support.

Although this type of grass-roots reform is at odds with the quick fixes on which American policy generally focuses, it does present the only road to permanent, lasting change.

Former Prime Minister Ibrahim Jafari told me he likened the process to a long, hard slog up a mountain. The US helped by putting Iraq on the path that leads to the top, but Iraq was still at the bottom and needed to do the hard work of climbing. It’s not a given that Iraq will stay on this path. The threat of a coup is real. Lethal bombs and attacks are increasing again. Corruption and archaic bureaucracy cripple economic growth.

As US troops gear up for their planned withdrawal, they will leave behind an Iraq that is weak, fractured, and dehumanized, but it is at least on the path. We must ensure it stays there.

Janessa Gans, president of the Euphrates Institute, was a US official in Iraq for almost two years. She’s currently working on a documentary on Iraqi organizations that promote understanding, tolerance, and peace.

Post from Baghdad – 6th Anniversary, huh?

Friday, March 20th, 2009

Since I got to Baghdad a few days ago, I’ve been asking people about the 6th anniversary of the American invasion into Iraq, and their reflections on the matter.  To my surprise, people stare blankly at me in response.  ”Oh, really?  Is it?”  I somehow figured that it was a day that all Iraqis would know, that would live in infamy, for better or worse.  But it seems to have escaped the notice of the wide range of Iraqi society I’ve asked the past couple days, from students, to people in the market, to politicians alike.  No one, except Americans in the Embassy, was thinking about it.  Clearly, some people were.  I’ve noticed reports on the news about flag burning and anti-American protests down South, and I’ve heard several loud explosions today versus none the days before.  But, all in all, it seems to be a non-event.  When I asked him why, a Sunni politician told me today that he figured people are more concerned with living their lives, with surviving, and do not have time or the energy to sit back and reflect on anniversaries.  Others in the market said why should they dwell on tragedies?  Others have said they did not believe it would really happen, that America would invade, until it actually did start happening, and shared their eager anticipation in the first days about a new life and a new government, followed by dashed hopes in the maelstrom that followed.

"Life is Good" comes full circle

Sunday, December 14th, 2008

I often marvel at life’s coincidences. Two of my students are currently vacationing in Lake Placid, New York, and they were walking through a shopping center and popped into a Life is Good store. If you don’t know Life is Good, they are the laid-back t-shirt and paraphernalia store with the infectiously optimistic mantra and the ubiquitous smile of Jake, their logo.

My students, Hillary Austin and Alyson Wright, pictured left and right, respectively, were browsing the store and came across a notebook of various letters to Life is Good. To their surprise, they noticed one of them was from me while I was living in Baghdad. They sent me this picture holding the notebook with my letter that reads,

Hi “Life is good” crew,

I thought you all would enjoy the attached picture taken in Baghdad, Iraq where I have been for over a year. Playing Ultimate Frisbee with local Iraqis (teaching them the game has been a hoot!) and subscribing to the motto “life is good”, even amidst falling mortars and rockets, have kept us going.

My dear friend sent me a bunch of your stickers, the disc, and a few other things. They are a huge hit here as you can imagine how much people are thirsting for reminders of life (rather than death) and even more so, reminders that life is good. Here we have even started a daily report, the “good news goose”, where we can note good things that have happened to us during the day. It’s all a part of keeping the right focus.

Thank you so much for all you’re doing and for your infectious optimism and enthusiasm. It is felt in all corners of the world!

Cheers,

Janessa

I find it so amazing how things come full circle…that students of mine with whom I’m sharing my passion for the Middle East would remind me of the time in which my own passion was cultivated. What a cool world. Thanks Hillary and Alyson! :-)