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After decades of foreign terror, Iraqis now take up arms to confront a terror from within: IS’s threat to history and culture
As Iraq weathers yet another crisis in its decades- long saga of war and occupation, it’s intriguing to note that until very recently the Minister of Culture was also the Minister of Defence.
This seems oddly appropriate - given that nothing less than defence of the nation but also the very fibre of civilisation in its cradle is what is at stake now.
Cultural resistance has formed the core of Iraqi survival strategies from the Mongol invasion that destroyed Baghdad’s libraries and centres of learning in the 13th century through to the first Gulf War. And 12 subsequent years of draconian sanctions that wiped out the middle class as well as what had been the best public health and educations programs in the Arab world, followed by an illegal invasion and occupation. This cultural resistance continues even as a new invasion inflamed by the first snakes its way through the land where language, law and architecture were invented.
Cultural resistance has formed the core of Iraqi survival strategies from the Mongol invasion that destroyed Baghdad’s libraries and centres of learning in the 13th century through to the first Gulf War, as well as the 12 subsequent years of draconian sanctions that wiped out the middle class and what had been the best public health and educations programmes in the Arab world. It also endured throughout the illegal invasion and occupation that followed and this cultural resistance still continues today, even as a new invasion that has been inflamed by the first snakes its way through the land where language, law and architecture were invented.
I remembered this as I listened to a recent performance of the Concerto in E Minor by cellist Ariel Barnes with the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra – Elgar’s impassioned response to the horrors of World War I and a timely reminder of its ghosts (and borderlines) that haunt the Middle East still. I recalled the Iraqi cellist, Karim Wasfi, who, as I wrote in my book Dancing in the No Fly Zone, performed the Elgar concerto in Baghdad with the Iraqi National Orchestra on the tenth anniversary of the first Gulf War. “Culture has no borders,” he told me then, and indeed as I wrote in my book, it felt as if the musicians were playing on their own heartstrings.
Eight years later, I read excerpts from my book - in particular the passages about Karim playing cello in a garden as missiles lit up the night sky- with Ariel as part of a “Culture Under Siege” evening organised as a fundraiser to save the CBC Radio Orchestra. Some six years on, the CBC Radio Orchestra has met a sad fate, but the Iraqi National Orchestra plays on, even with the new Mongols at the gates.
As George W Bush knows, it is never wise to dismiss the importance of a 5000 year-old culture. Even under the worst excesses of sanctions and Saddam, cultural resistance was paramount. In 2000, I met with Iraqi playwrights like Moshen El-Ali, who had written a play about Saludin – from Saddam Hussein’s hometown of Tikrit – who time travels to modern day Jerusalem and is refused entry at the gates. As I wrote in the book:
“In a long conversation with an Arab border guard, he delivers an eloquent, poetic soliloquy about stones. He speaks of the rocks thrown by children, but says that the rocks are really pieces of Arab history and civilization. Pieces of the pyramids. Pieces of ancient Babylon. Their own culture and history, he says, is the Arabs’ best method of self-defence.”
As IS wreaks havoc and blows up ancient sites, while a coalition of nations, some of which have been accused of funding the group, launch air strikes, I recall his words. Watching a localproduction of Bizet’s “Carmen,” I also remembered his unique version performed at the Iraqi National Theatre, in which Carmen represented the “true spirit of Iraq” strangled by sanctions profiteer Don Jose – a symbol of embargo related corruption.
As friends tell me of ongoing literary fairs on the banks of the Tigris, where Baghdad’s poets wax eloquent on Friday afternoons, and a new film festival being organized in Babylon – even as terrible new armies that would destroy all of this lurk mere kilometres away- I reflect on the true spirit of Iraq. Many leaders have claimed to represent it, but it is more often found in the incredible spirit of resilience of ordinary Iraqis.
Abdulrahman Dheyab, who runs the Iraqi Cultural Centre in London - an inspiring place in Shepherds Bush with an art gallery, performance and lecture space - called me the other day to make a plea for his village under siege.
It is a place in Saladin province, on the road between Baghdad and Mosul, surrounded on three sides by the Tigris. It is known for its orange and palm trees, and was once a weekend paradise for vacationing Baghdadis. On its outskirts lies buried treasure from an old Abbasid settlement, but its real gold is found in its highly educated townsfolk who have one of the highest PHD rates in the country.
Today the town of Al-Dhuluiya (not far from Tikrit) and its 15,000 inhabitants are under siege by IS. For three months there has been constant shelling, but the town remains the only Sunni post in the area that has not fallen to IS - thanks to the efforts of its citizens, rather than the beleaguered Iraqi army. Men, women, children, young and old, doctors and teachers, poets and farmers - have all taken up arms against the new invaders - just as they rose to defend themselves during the war with Iran, the US occupation and the extremist Iraqi militias that followed.
With 80 dead and 500 wounded, and with medical supplies, food and potable water in short supply, the town is in desperate need for humanitarian assistance. There are virtually no international aid agencies in the area (Doctors without Borders is in neighbouring Anbar province but not in Saladin) and the only real emergency medical assistance is available in Baghdad via a circuitous and dangerous ferry (IS blew up the bridge across the Tigris) and car ride.
“We are not just fighting for our village, but for our culture,” says Dheyab, whose sister is sheltering the area’s only Christian, “We just want to return to a civilized state – not one run by militia violence - Sunni or Shiite or foreign.”
Al-Dhuluiya is the last major bulwark between IS and Baghdad. If it falls, the dam is broken.
I surely hope those concerned about the advance of terror will urgently consider this place and its resilient people, fighting not only for their town, but also for the true spirit of Iraq.
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