It's all nuts. Every bit of it. This isn't a country, it's a mad house. It's so crazy that you give up trying to point out how insane everybody is. You get tired, they wear you down. Then before you know it you just start to accept it for what it is. You begin to adapt, and then slowly you start to see some sense in it. The madness sets in and you forget yourself. There is an old story about a kingdom where the wells were poisoned. Everybody who drank from the water became insane, and eventually everybody succumbed until finally the only person left sane was the king. He took a look around and despaired so finally he drank and joined his subjects.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Jim Muir recently wrote that "Bashar al Assad and his leadership are there to stay" and explained why. Hassan Nasrallah also declared triumphantly that the danger facing Assad's regime in Syria has now passed, and Assad himself said that the war has reached a "turning point". What most people forget as they get carried away by headlines like this is that the number of "turning points" we have had since the start of the revolution leave us all exactly where we started.
A little bit of perspective would not go amiss here. What kind of turning point is it for Assad when he had said exactly the same thing as he "toured" the Baba Amr district in Homs two years ago. That was supposed to be a big deal. And remember that three months into the conflict the popular regime slogan was "it's over" and yet here we are three years later. The world lampooned President Bush for his "Mission Accomplished" slogan on an aircraft carrier and yet they still take Bashar al Assad seriously. With hindsight we know now that the Syrian revolution was always going to be a near impossible task. It should not have succeeded, and by all rights Assad's fearsome intelligence services and the cast-iron support of his international allies should have stamped out the Syrian people from the very first days of protest. And they tried, very hard.
The fact is, and I agree with Muir on this, the war of attrition is the only reality we have in Syria. But we shouldn't confuse the ebbs and flows of the war with turning points, the reality is far more fluid, and it shows us that the water has been creeping closer and closer to Assad's power base with each successive new tide. He pushes back constantly, and sometimes he pushes back harder when an influx of arms and troops from his allies helps him, but where his soldiers patrol during the day, the rebels come back at night. The old adage, "the situation is critical but not serious" sums up everything about the "Assad is here to stay" mantra.
The Syria rebels continue to consolidate their positions in the north of the country, his stronghold in Western Aleppo came under serious attack only recently, and in spite of their war against the Assad regime the Syrian rebels have also managed to push back the much hated extremist group "The Islamic State of Iraq and Syria" ISIS. They spent the first months of the year fighting ISIS, then a few weeks ago they took over Kassab and the last stretch of Syrian territory under Assad's control that borders with Turkey. They are constantly assassinating and killing his commanders. A few days ago they assassinated Major General Salim al Sheikh, and earlier they had killed yet another of his cousins, Hilal al Assad, as they pushed closer into his hinterland.
Assad's posturing and the buttressing of his image abroad as "here to stay" is really all a matter of timing. As is the case with his Iranian tutors, Assad pays very close attention to the political calendar. Whether it was his forces shelling Hama on the eve of Ramadan in 2011 or today as he "campaigns" in Damascus by visiting Syrians displaced because of the fighting, what Assad is doing is trying to shape perceptions. He wants the world to believe he is there to stay. But if that were true he wouldn't have to do that. He would simply just crush his opponents and take a walk down the streets of his capital, something that he cannot do. After all the strongest kid on the block does not need to keep telling people what he is. He simply does what he needs to do.
Then there is the matter of the help he's been getting. It's true that he has maintained his grip mainly with Hezbullah and Iran's aid, but to say he is here to stay misses a crucial fact. He is there only as long as there are Iranian and Hezbullah fighters propping him up. When they leave, he leaves. Machiavelli once said that only an invader who has come to live in a country can ever maintain his grip on it. I don't see the families of Shiite fighters from Hezbullah, Iraq or Iran bringing their families to live in Syria any time soon. In fact recent tensions over coverage by the Hezbullah propaganda channel (Al Manar) and the pro-Assad channel al Mayadeen have highlighted what could be cracks in the alliance with Assad. He is still under immense pressure, domestically and abroad, and he is haemorrhaging soldiers and equipment while his economy is losing billions of dollars a year. He also has to pay at some point for all the support that Iran and Russia are giving him. There comes a time when the tab gets too big for you to get another drink and you must pay the bartender.
What is really holding back real change in Syria hasn't been Assad's tenacity or the resolve of his allies, but the weakness and division in the opposition against him. This too has changed in leaps and bounds. People noticed the professionalism of the Syrian National Coalition in Geneva 2 in contrast to the demagoguery and hysteria of the Syrian regime's entourage. The current head of the coalition, Mr Ahmad al Jarba, has been constantly engaged in quiet diplomacy since then and the Syrian opposition today is certainly not the same confused, disjointed opposition that blinked its eyes into the light three years ago. It is a completely different beast and it has formed, stormed and normed itself into something that is proving far more agile at playing the diplomatic game whilst also strengthening connections with units on the ground. Only recently Jarba toured the front in Lattakia - always a big publicity boost for the Syrian revolution and a matter of hysterics for regime apparatchiks. This is because such visits by heads of the opposition inside Syria, and in areas that Assad only recently controlled, are direct snubs to his power and authority and the Stalin-esque nature of his regime is pathologically incapable of accepting such new realities. So really the slogan "Assad is here to stay" should be read "Assad is here for now" and he's only keeping the seat warm in Damascus.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Go then and take a part, but I will not. "Why?" Because you consider yourself to be only one thread of those which are in the tunic. Well then it was fitting for you to take care how you should be like the rest of men, just as the thread has no design to be anything superior to the other threads. But I wish to be purple, that small part which is bright, and makes all the rest appear graceful and beautiful. Why then do you tell me to make myself like the many? and if I do, how shall I still be purple?.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
My beautiful window. I can't pass a day without having opened you to peer out into the wide world. I see terrible things, some beautiful things, and some things I probably shouldn't see. But it's the world, even though sometimes it's a bit caricatured and exaggerated. I admit that without you I wouldn't be half the person I am today.
My window, through you I saw some amazing people. People I learned from, loved, lost, and found again. It's not easy living my life through you, and sometimes it is scary. I remember first turning to you when I felt tired and listening to the conversations people had outside. Life is a bit like that too. You have some people who are loud and brash, who want and get all the attention. Then there are the quiet ones, the "watchers" as Le Carré once put it. They are the ones who see what people were, what they become, and how they got there. They see the world through windows, and they shake their head at the folly of it all.
I like to think of myself as a watcher, as somebody who wrote down what happened in these days. I opened my window and saw the world exploding outside and I watched how people went crazy. It hasn't been easy, but when the ashes cool and the smoke drifts away I'll be there, looking at you. Judging. Yes, it isn't enough to be a passive observer, to be swept away by the oceans of life and time. We make judgements all the time, about each other, about ourselves, and about the things that happen to us. Sometimes the judgements are bad, but occasionally they are good. And they get better with time. I've pronounced my judgement on this time, through my little window. I wanted to damn it all to hell. And yet out of it a few glittering souls shone through. It's just too beautiful at times to damn, not when there is still hope and there is still goodness and beauty and kindness and all that is worth fighting for. So I sentence it to life. From my little window. And I'll sit here sipping my tea and watching you all, shaking my head and crying sometimes but mostly smiling. One day I will shut the window and walk out the door, melting in with everybody else. To disappear, and then maybe rest.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Yabroud fell because the rebels were busy fighting ISIS. Because they don't have enough resources to fight the regime and ISIS, because ISIS was moving into the liberated areas and cutting people's heads off for listening to music or smoking. Because the regime is being supported by Hezbullah and Shiite militias from Iraq that are paid for by Iran and that Iran is giving the Syrian regime technical advice, expertise and weaponry, and that Russia, which is now occupying parts of Ukraine, has torpedoed every effort by the international community to prevent "foreign intervention" in Syria, the type of foreign intervention that is unpalatable to Western leftists and not to be confused with the foreign intervention of Russia in Ukraine or Iran in Syria. But that is alright because the West is backing these rebels according to the conspiracy theorists, and they are being told to cut off people's heads and incite sectarianism, not the sectarianism of a regime that shells mosques and slits the throats of children in Sunni villages. The other sectarianism that is alright to mention because you won't be labelled a sectarian yourself for calling it out. And of course the West is worried about chemical weapons, or any weapons, falling into the wrong hands. The same wrong hands that the conspiracy theorists think the West is funding, but they're not really funding, because if they were funding them then the rebels would have been able to fight both ISIS and the Syrian regime at the same time. But they couldn't, so they fought ISIS during the time when Assad and Hezbullah were mounting their campaign near the Lebanese border. And that is why Yabroud has fallen. Thank you for reading. Good night..
Sunday, March 09, 2014
A twenty nine year old photographer that I'd never heard of died today. Twenty nine years old - he was born in 1985! Where were you in 1985? Where were you today? Right now there is a family whose world has just come crashing down over their heads. Does the pilot know who he killed today? Did the man who loaded the bomb this morning know where it was going to fall and what it was going to do? Would he have even cared?
Monday, March 03, 2014
What if we could go away from here right now. At this very moment, and leave all the awfulness, the horror, the dirt behind. What do we care for these terrible people? For the things they do to each other and to themselves? It's all so bad.
What if we could go to that garden, that beautiful garden where we can sit and eat fruit. Where we can play and enjoy the shade as the wind rustles the leaves beneath the hot sun floating in a clear blue sky. Where the earth is rich and red, and the water gurgles past us as it flows through its little channels between the trees. To that place where we can just about hear our loved ones talking and laughing a muted laugh in the distance, and we know they are waiting for us as they prepare for lunch when we can all sit down together and share stories.
But now, in this moment, I sit with you, laying my head on your lap as your hair brushes down on my face. You look down on me and smile, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My heart feels as if it would burst. We are in an old place, an ancient place. Where nothing changes, and time moves like the blue mountains in the distance. We can go there too one day, if we like we can go wherever we want, because this land that surrounds us is all ours, as far as the eye can see.
I reach up my hand to touch your cheek, still, even now, I cannot believe you are here. I feel the softness of your cheek and caress your lips, and you rub your face against my hand as if to tell me that my senses aren't lying to me. Above your head the branches of the tree sway gently, and little flecks of that blue Mediterranean sky peek down at us between the leaves. I want this moment to last forever, to be like this with you, as we lay together in the garden of our everlasting delight, away from death and sadness..