Men behaving badly

. . . and then what?

I've been quite the fanboi for Rory Stewart, not least because of our shared fancy for long-distant walks.  I've read a handful of his books and also listened to hours and hours of his two-hander podcast The Rest is Politics. The other hand on that podcast is Alastair Campbell, known in some quarters as Tony Blair's Liar-in-Chief. I've read a few of his books too. The LiC label is applied primarily because Campbell enabled the British Prime Minister to help destroy Iraq in an absurd-in-hindsight hunt for WMD - weapons of mass destruction. The 'Second Gulf War', starting in 2003, resulted in 4,800 deaths for Coalition forces: +90% of them US troops. That butcher-bill more than doubled the US casualties as a result of 9/11. And of course that is discounting uncountable numbers of Iraqi dead: estimates for which vary between 100,000 and 600,000.

From March to April 2003, it took The Coalition 26 days to topple the Iraqi government of Saddam Hussein. At the end of September 2003, aged 30, British diplomat Rory Stewart rocked up in Al-Amarah as Deputy Governor of the province of Maysān overseeing the security, welfare and development of ~1 million people. The consensus is that the government of Saddam Hussein was a corrupt kleptocracy. Many might have gone along with a plan to replace him with something 'better'. Bush and Blair didn't have anything 'better' beyond general platitudes like democracy, equality, the rule of law, honesty, welfare, market forces.

Deposing the dictator, sacking his dependents and apparatchiks and dismantling the army left a power and security vacuum which was quickly filled by entrepreneurs who seized assets for their own use or to sell for profit. And, like, fair dues: if you're the first through the front door as the Ba'ath-appointed mayor flees out the back why not take the mayor's new desktop computer? It looks like a victimless crime. Same for the police-chief's Mercedes . . . and that nice carpet . . . and an AK-47 might be handy. What is a mighty collective pain in the arse otoh is when entrepreneurs target electricity transmission cables for their value as scrap copper. The easiest way to access abundant copper wire is to push over the [steel] pylons. So one gang's loot !bonanza! requires 20x the investment by the community to restore service. 

You might expect that kind of shittiness in a war-zone. But other shits are available. When UK citizen and laundry consultant Gary Teeley was kidnapped in Apr'04, it was part of Stewart's brief to secure his release. Hours and hours of dickering on the phone with multiple parties to apply pressure in the right spot was difficult enough when all the Iraqis they called claimed more power and influence for themselves than was perhaps strictly true. The local Coalition troops were Italian (a minor partner in the country as a whole); in the midst of these delicate and protracted negotiations, the Italians decided to assault the HQ of one of the political parties "looking for arms". After a week of [mis]communication, Mr Teeley was delivered to Stewart's office, smelling rank but apparently unharmed. Stewart sent him by ambulance to the Italian military hospital to be formally checked over. Consequence: all the immediate global press coverage showed the Italian General welcoming Teeley back from the edge of the abyss. Within a week, it was reported that the [British] SAS had masterminded the rescue . . . using borrowed Italian uniforms. Success has many friends, but failure is an orphan

Rory Stewart was required to be a cog in the machine of a provisional government tasked to disburse (honestly & accountably) b/millions of USDs to restore water-treatment plants, cratered roads, RPGed schools, other aspects community infrastructure which are invisible to, but taken for granted by, us. The Iraqis were conflicted by their hatred and contempt of an alien invasive horde vs the !ka-ching! chance of free cash for pet projects. The US & UK developed a fantasy that after smashing to pieces a functioning [if violent & corrupt] polity, they could replace it with now for something completely different [whc turned out - surprise - to be a sort of idealized version of their best selves] and walk away feeling smug in the accolades of 'success'.

If capitalist democrats maintain that democratic capitalism is the summit of human achievement then excuse me for calling out narcissist delusion. It's like Charles I of England & Scotland claiming the divine right of kings. One of the nicest things about Stewart's book is that he admits that in hindsight he was wrong about the pragmatic effect of some of his political certainties. Can't read the book? At least read this interview.

And whoa-shoa, it hasn't escaped my notice that, even as you read, another US President is seriously contemplating the invasion of another Middle-Eastern Islamic state. What could possibly go wrong?