Home Free: American
Power in Mahmudiyah
By Chris Floyd
Clearing House" -- --
Did you see her and want her so bad, that young, forbidden fruit?
Did she once smile nervously at the checkpoint, and you thought it
was just for you? Did you come on strong the next time around, flash
a little money maybe, or lay a syrupy line on her that you got from
a phrasebook? What did she do – recoil? Look away? Look disgusted?
Look blank? What did she do to bring on the big hurt from a big,
tough man like you?
So you planned it all out. You cased the house, you
reconnoitred. You got your buddies in on it – or were they in
from the start, did they make a play too, were they too turned
away by this haughty Arab bitch, this piece of trash from a
shitheap town in a shitheap country filled with nothing but
lazy, lying, murdering towelheads? Somebody like that thinks
they're too good to give it up to you? You liberated her
goddamned country, for Christ's sake, and now she won't even put
out? That dog won't hunt. Hell no. You and your pals had to
teach her a lesson. You had the power, you had the guns, you
were Americans; who was going to stop you?
So you set up the mission. You knew
how to do it. How many houses had you raided before? Dozens,
hundreds – who the hell knows? Who the hell cares? You went in
and got her, you did what you wanted to her. You shoved the
other hajjis into the next room, put a gun on them, then got
down to business. Did your buds take a turn? Everybody get a
taste? Or maybe you'd already ruined her before they got a
chance – beat her, tore her, pounded her into goo? Who the hell
knows? Who the hell cares? At some point, she just wasn't worth
it anymore. No fight left in her. Laid there like a limp rag.
Passed out maybe.
So you took out your gun, you took out
your power, you took out the thing that makes you an American – a
real person, a human being --- instead of a walking piece of shit
like everyone else in that godforsaken hellhole of a country, you
took it out and you shot her in the head. One shot, clean kill. Did
you say anything? Crack a joke? "Not tonight, honey, I've got a
headache." Or did you just stand there and curse her, puking your
self-righteous rage all over her dead body?
Who took charge after that? Was it you, or one of the others? It all
started moving so fast, like a dream had been broken – or maybe this
was the dream? Maybe it was all a dream, the whole fucking thing,
from day one, all of it nothing, happening to nobody, going on
nowhere, never. But the smell was real, you couldn't get away from
it, that wet smell, meat and guts in a slime of blood. It filled
your nose, filled up your whole head behind your face, it lined your
throat, coated your skin. And if the smell was real, then the whole
Move, fast, now! The hajjis in the
other room: no witnesses, goddamn it! Who's this, the mother?
Head shot, head shot, down. Who's this old bastard? Father,
brother? Who cares? Head shot, head shot, in the face, down. And
what's this? Oh for Christ's sake, how old is she? Six? Seven?
Eight? What are you going to do, wait till she grows up and
comes looking for your ass? Catch her, goddamn it, just shoot,
Now burn the other one. Yeah, the
bitch in the other room. Set her on fire and get the hell out.
Report terrorist activity. The Sunni bastards in the area.
Secure the perimeter. Get your fucking story straight and keep
your fucking mouth shut. We're home free. Home free….
Is that how it went down? Does it
still feel good? They got two of your brothers from the same
platoon later, chopped off their heads. Reckon that was payback?
Now the squealers are coming out. It's in the goddamned papers.
The brass are going to throw you to the dogs. They can be big
men, they can rape whole countries, kill tens of thousands --
but just let some grunt try to get a little on the retail side,
and all hell breaks loose. It just ain't fair.
Well, buddy, what can we say? You
should have your fun last year, when there wasn't an election.
Nobody would have paid a blind bit of notice. And you should
have called in an airstrike, not that half-assed burning job –
nothing buries evidence like a 500-pound bomb.
The only thing now is to
get a good lawyer, then hunker down. If you can string it out
long enough, Bush's media brigades can start working the refs
for you, muddying the waters, smearing your accusers, providing
the proper context, invoking 9/11. And speaking of 9/11, isn't
that what it's really all about? Isn't that what you were really
doing when you raped that girl and shot her in the head and
burned her body and killed her family – defending our country
from those who attacked us on that tragic day? What you did was
justice, damn it, not a crime! Just like the whole war.
But you're on your own this time, comprade; Uncle Rummy's done
cut you loose, set you up for the old "bad apple"
he's personally signed direct orders that he knew would kill
thousands of civilians every bit as innocent as that family you
massacred -- but then, he's an Ivy League man, a corporate
chieftain, a respected public servant, and you are just another
hick from the sticks. He's home free; you're going all the way
Let this be a lesson to
all the cannon fodder out there: don't get above your raising,
don't emulate your betters. Law is for the lowly, not the great
Ex-GI Charged in Slaying of 4 and Rape in Iraq. (NYT)
Excerpt: Federal prosecutors said today
that an American soldier killed an Iraqi man, two women and a little
girl in their home the night of March 12 after the soldier and his
comrades plotted to rape one of the women while drinking at a
traffic checkpoint a short distance away. The prosecutors charged
the suspect, Steven D. Green, 21, with shooting the four victims to
death. They said he and others raped one of the women...
Prosecutors said the defendant was discharged from the Army "due to
a personality disorder" before the March 12 incident came to light.
An affidavit filed in connection with the charges raises the
possibility that others will be charged, since the document states
that "members" of the 101st Airborne Division killed the Iraqis and
that "the same individuals" raped and killed one of the women. The
others were not identified by name.
The affidavit, by an F.B.I. special agent, Gregor J. Ahlers, said
details of the crime emerged during a "combat stress debriefing" on
June 20. Private Green and at least three others planned the rape
and told another soldier to monitor the radio while they went to the
house near Mahmudiya, south of Baghdad, according to the affidavit.
Some of the participants changed out of their uniforms before going
to the house and had blood on their clothes when they returned, the
After the murder-and-rape rampage, the affidavit states, the
soldiers burned their clothes and told the comrade who had been left
to monitor the radio that "this is never to be discussed again."
*This piece has been edited since its original posting.*
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