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August
5, 2003
Still
Haunting US Troops
The
Ghosts of Uday and Qusay
By
ROBERT FISK
The Americans have stripped the Iraqi flags from
the graves of Uday and Qusay Hussein. The red, white and black
banners were laid on the mounds of clay above their bodies at
their funeral on Saturday, alongside the grave of Mustafa Hussein,
Qusay's 14-year-old son, who also died when 200 American troops
attacked the Mosul villa in which they were hiding two weeks
ago. But the Americans have allowed only the child's remains
to be honoured with his country's flag. Uday and Qusay have no
memorial save for the footprints of US Army boots.
Even 34-year-old Felah Shemari who dug
the graves was shocked, and he has no reason to love the brothers;
he spent 10 years in prison on the orders of Saddam's half-brother
for a murder he says he did not commit.
"When we dug the graves, we were
told they were just for the brothers," he says. "But
when the two ambulances arrived escorted by American Humvees,
they took young Mustafa's body out of the second ambulance and
we had to dig another grave in a hurry. Of course, we put our
Iraqi flags over all three. This is a sign that they were martyred."
But the Americans thought differently.
"At sunset, when all the people
had gone, the soldiers came back and took the two flags off the
graves of Saddam's sons. Then they stayed on to watch anyone
who came here afterwards. They only allowed 20 cars at a time,
and only if they were members of the family. No one else. Now
they watch this place all the time. They think Saddam will come
here to see his sons and they can capture him, but Saddam is
more clever than this."
The last resting place of Saddam's notorious
sons is a glade of burnt grass, rustling bushes and silver birch
trees, an ironically tranquil passage into the afterlife for
two young men who caused so much pain and anguish and grief.
"They are the sons of the president,
and this is his land and so we are sad for them," Mr Shemari
says. "They died fighting so they were martyrs. Qusay was
not so bad, I think, people respected him. Uday, maybe not. After
40 days, it is the tradition to cover the grave with stones and
put the gravestone in place, but we do not know what the family
will do."
Mr Shemari's explanation for the vicious
state run by Saddam's family was grotesquely mundane. "When
I was in prison, I met diplomats, educated people, academics,
even the Minister of Agriculture. If Saddam had known all this,
he would never have allowed it." So Uday and Qusay and their
father get a clean bill of health.
Even without the graves of Uday and Qusay,
the family cemetery provides a bleak enough footnote to the violent
history of modern Iraq. A few metres to the west is the tomb
of Saddam's mother, Subha al-Tulfah, who lived for years with
a second husband - Saddam's stepfather - who treated the family
with great cruelty.
And then, a little further away, lies
the evidence of another slaughter of the innocents during the
Anglo-American invasion; two local families, most of them children,
21 in all, blasted to pieces in the village of Awja when the
Americans bombed their homes on 2 April in the hope of killing
Saddam. They were supposedly distant cousins of the dictator.
We never heard of this bloodbath during
the war, of course. Nor was it reported afterwards. But here
are the victims. The child martyr Reem Mohamed Abdullah, aged
five; Lawza, her two-month-old sister; their mother, Fatma; her
brother, Faez; their father, Mohamed, and Jassim Mohamed Turki
and his family, two of them babies.
Mr Shemari says: "All their graves
are covered with the Iraqi flag because they too were martyrs.
I think each martyr will go to paradise. For what did this child
do to suffer a fate like this?"
And what of Uday, I asked? Will he go
to heaven or hell? "Yes, Uday will also go to paradise,"
Mr Shemari replies. "For Muslims in general, each hero who
confronts the occupation forces, he will be given respect and
will be a hero for a long time. I am a schoolmaster and I tell
my children that this is like the war between the early Muslims
and those who worshipped idols.
"Now the future of Iraq is in the
hands of foreigners. They promised us freedom. Where is that
freedom? They said they would liberate us. Where is that liberation?"
And where, I asked him, were the Americans?
"They will find you," he replied. And they did. Four
hundred metres from the graves, a squad of US soldiers holding
automatic weapons and bent double came running from ambush positions
behind bushes and trees.
My floppy hat and English accent - cheerily
calling out "Good morning, gentlemen" is always an
enjoyable experience though they had The Independent's driver
standing by his car with his hands on his head - had the soldiers
slowing to a walk before they even had a chance to see if I was
Saddam.
But for the soldiers of the 22/4th Infantry
Division, it was a serious matter. What was the purpose of my
visit? What was my identification? Hidden behind the trees was
a Bradley Fighting Vehicle and another unit of troops. "Did
you know we were here?" a sergeant asked.
I kind of guessed, I replied. Because
the bodies of Uday and Qusay never seem to lose their fascination
for the Americans.
Robert Fisk is
a reporter for The Independent and author of Pity
the Nation. He is also a contributor to Cockburn and
St. Clair's forthcoming book, The
Politics of Anti-Semitism.
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