I wrote this article last year, and my views have not changed since. Thus, I will repost it on my blog, since it summarizes how I feel exactly.

It is only simpletons and half-wits who refuse to acknowledge that relevant events in history are to be appreciated, learned from, and more importantly, never forgotten in the name of exploited themes like religion, or diplomacy.

I will never forget standing in front of the TV set and watching a sea of black, marked with scowling faces raise their fists and chant, “With soul, with blood, we’re yours Saddam!”

I will never forget the realization that the very same Palestinians who were graciously welcomed into Kuwait with open arms were the ones who turned around and helped Iraqi forces capture, torture, and kill hordes of Kuwaiti people in the most macabre ways and return them home in trash bags.

 

Like any child old enough to remember the Iraqi invasion and had stayed in the country, I have witnessed terrifying things. Those things also alerted me to a particular issue: where in Europe the Holocaust of all things is openly discussed, the Middle East seems to promote a lot of tripe about the Gulf War. “The past is the past,” and that we should “let it be, forget it” or that “It was one man, the people had nothing to do with it.” I am not of the belief that only one man, Saddam Hussein, is to be blamed for things so wicked, that happened day after day for seven months.

 

I hardly think that Saddam Hussein took it upon himself to sit down with every individual soldier and tell him to break bottles and make people sit on them. I do not think that he told them to put any part of a person inside a toaster oven and burn them. I do not think that he said that tightly bound springs would make excellent whips because they would tear the flesh off a man’s back. I do not believe for one minute that acts like these, were thought up just by one man. Saws were used to rend people’s flesh, their arms, legs, and everything in between. Tools no one would even imagine to be used in torture were so creatively effective in destroying another a Kuwaiti prisoner’s mind and body. This malicious torture is never to be forgotten, nor will the kidnappings. Our blood is not cheap. Shame on you.

 

I’m glad that the first thing I did when the worthless impostor currency was put into my seven year old hands was to tear it up and let the thick smoke-infested wind carry the worthless paper away.

 

I think that it says more about people who like to claim that such an obvious, seven month-long hallowing of a country and its people never happened, or that it should not be relevant issue anymore. To say that the lives of our people who were literally gutted, violated, burnt, torn, broken, and destroyed never occurred is to resign from your position as a person with a conscience.

 

 

Thank God for America, thank God for justice.

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