I know my head is often buried in Iraq, but this feels quite ridiculous. We wander the monuments and museums of the capital city of the U.S.A. and hear no, see no, and speak no Iraq Occupation. Well, we do speak of it from time to time as something triggers our consciousness; a soldier in camouflage uniform, a flag on a middle-east embassy, Arlington National Cemetery...there are plenty of reminders here for us.
Across the world, 6211 miles (9996 km) away, life in another capital city is said to be returning to normal. but the pace of the return is similar to the rate at which Earth's orbit shrinks closer to the sun. Baghdad is certainly safer today than it was a year ago. There is less killing, less kidnapping, and less violence in general. But the wounds are deep and many are still festering.
As we plan our next fund-raising endeavor we face the harsh fact that Americans are less and less sympathetic to the plight of innocent Iraqi civilians. Here in our nation's capital the Washington Post had no mention of Iraq on its pages today. It is becoming harder and harder to remind Americans about the terrible devastation we engendered in Iraq; the lives lost, the millions of physically wounded, the millions of families crushed by hardships...why we even forget that today there are many neighborhoods in Baghdad that still have no reliable water, electricity, internet connection, sewage, and employment.
Our meager assistance to widows in Baghdad is good, but so small as make us disheartened from time to time. We struggle on to raise money to send to these victims of our heartless occupation, and we struggle on to understand how to awaken the American consciousness, stir it to action, and help the innocent civilians of Iraq.
[we're off to the Holocaust Museum. Perhaps there are answers there...]
in loving kindness,
B and N