Lebanon-A
Land Reduced To Rubble
By Robert Fisk
21 August 2006
The
Independent
Sunday 13 August
A series of profound explosions
from the south of Beirut; the Israelis "jostling the rubble"
of the suburbs, as we now say, although who knows how many corpses lie
in this pit? An Israeli calls me from Los Angeles. She thinks she has
discovered a reason why the Lebanese Red Cross may have been targeted
by the Israeli air force. "I will send you a fax proving that they
are helping the Hizbollah," she says.
I await the fax, which turns
out to be a New York Times report from southern Lebanon, recording how
the Red Cross gave medical assistance to wounded members of the Hizbollah.
I call Rachel back. The Lebanese Red Cross helped wounded American marines
after they were suicide-bombed in Beirut in 1983, I tell her, and they
gave help - and were criticised for it by their Lebanese neighbours
- to wounded Israelis after a suicide bombing in Tyre the following
year. Isn't it the duty of all Red Cross teams to help all those who
are suffering? "Perhaps, but they should have detained the Hizbollah,"
comes the voice from Los Angeles. What? The Red Cross is now supposed
to imprison Israel's enemies?
I receive another fax from
Rachel. "I am for dialog (sic) but not with the Devil, Nazis et
al," she says. "Reality and justice are derived from the ability
to discern between good and evil, between truth and lies, and between
the fireman and the arsonist. Keep safe."
A ceasefire at 8am tomorrow,
or so we are told.
Monday 14 August
The Israelis and the Hizbollah
fought to the end, 200 rockets into Israel and a few final bombing runs
on the suburbs of Beirut. Among the last to die was a small child in
the Beirut Dahiya district whose body was found clutched in her dead
mother's arms. A final kick to the civilians of Lebanon, just in time
to meet the truce deadline.
Cody and I set off to southern
Lebanon over smashed bridges, round vast bomb craters, beating the earth
down to allow Hassan's "Death Car" to drive over them, trying
to avoid the thousands of unexploded shells lying in the fields. So
many bombs on the Litani that the river has partly changed its course
and we walk into the water. We drive to Srifa, a village which clearly
was - heaven preserve us from these clichés - a Hizbollah "stronghold",
but whose ruins now cover dozens of civilian dead. I am photographing
the wreckage - using real film because I still feel that digital cameras
lose definition - and I find that I see through the lens more pain than
I see with my own eyes. I think this is because the sheer extent of
the bomb damage is focused in a frame. Later, I look at my developed
pictures in Beirut and am appalled by the level of destruction. Some
of my pictures look like the photographs of French villages after German
bombardment during my dad's First World War. They will find 36 bodies
under the Srifa rubble upon which I have walked.
Epic traffic jams on the
way back to Beirut as hundreds of thousands of Muslim Shias try to return
to homes which in many cases no longer exist. Cody, normally a cool
customer, jumps out of the car in rage to remonstrate with a man who
refuses to reverse up the road to let our queue of cars through to Beirut.
"The arsehole says the reverse in his car doesn't work," he
says in fury. I remind Cody that Captain Cook lost his life when, after
many years, he lost his temper with a native and got pierced by a spear.
Tuesday 15 August
I am sending my dispatch
to The Independent from an internet café when an American nurse
whom I have known for years walks up to me. "We have a badly burned
woman in emergency and we've just had to tell her that her three children
are dead," she says. And how did she take this news? "You
can imagine. We found out she'd had her tubes tied so she can't have
any more children." And her husband? "Dead," the nurse
replies.
The Lebanese papers carry
the news of the death in action of David Grossman's son Uri, killed
fighting the Hizbollah in southern Lebanon. That Grossman, a brilliant
and compassionate writer well known in Lebanon - his books are on sale
here and the local newspaper reports are written with dignity - should
suffer in this way seems especially cruel. I turn to his work on the
Palestinians of Israel, which nestles in the bookcase beside my desk.
"Every acrobat knows the secret of walking a tightrope over an
abyss; the Arabs in Israel have learnt something even more difficult
- to stand still on the wire," Grossman wrote in 1993. "To
live a provisional life that eternally suspends and dulls the will...
So it has been for decades, for hundreds of thousands of acrobats."
Wednesday 16 August
Sixteen-hour power cuts,
worse than before the ceasefire. Plenty of oil tankers in Cyprus but
the shipowners - and the insurers - are cravenly waiting for Israeli
permission to sail their vessels to Lebanon. Hizbollah says it doesn't
want to disarm. The French say they want a clearer mandate before sending
troops to join the international force in southern Lebanon. I hear the
ceasefire creaking.
Thursday 17 August
All the talk is of a "robust"
international force and my journalistic colleagues have become besotted
by the word "robust". The BBC talks about a robust mandate
for a robust army and robust United Nations peacekeeping. It reminds
me of the Nato manoeuvres in Germany that I watched back in the 1980s
when the Reuters correspondent expressed his belief that generals loved
missiles because they could no longer have erections. In the Arab world,
to be arrogant is to "have a big nose", and the problem is
that whenever generals in Lebanon become "robust", they tend
to get their noses chopped off. We shall see.
Friday 18 August
Sayed Hassan Nasrallah, the
Hizbollah leader, has appeared on television, talking like a president
- though admittedly a more impressive one than the Syrian satrap currently
installed in his palace above Beirut - but acting as if the Shias of
Lebanon will now define the future of the country.
Through my office window
I watch the Shia poor still driving back to the blasted south of Lebanon,
mattresses on the roofs of their cars, mothers and babies in the back,
interspersed on the roads with Lebanese troop trucks, tanks transporters
and armoured vehicles which will soon be joined - or not, as the case
may be - by foreign troops to augment the UN army in the south.
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