Some number of years ago, I read the comments of an Iraqi girl about the US invasion. She had a negative view of the invasion, but not for the reasons most Americans might guess. Given, that she was living in the US, she was hardly anti-American or pro-Saddam.
In her personal experience, the US invasion brought chaos to Iraq. Before the i…
Some number of years ago, I read the comments of an Iraqi girl about the US invasion. She had a negative view of the invasion, but not for the reasons most Americans might guess. Given, that she was living in the US, she was hardly anti-American or pro-Saddam.
In her personal experience, the US invasion brought chaos to Iraq. Before the invasion, water and electric power worked. After the invasion, not so much. Before the invasion, she could safely go outside. After, the invasion, people hid in their homes. She was hardly naïve about Saddam’s regime. According to her, parents of the kids she went to high school with would disappear from time-to-time. She had a clear idea of what happened to them.
In her view, order was better than chaos. Her views shocked her ‘born in America’ classmates who more or less universally expressed a preference for chaos. She knew better. Chaos only seems romantic to those who don’t have to endure it.
Some number of years ago, I read the comments of an Iraqi girl about the US invasion. She had a negative view of the invasion, but not for the reasons most Americans might guess. Given, that she was living in the US, she was hardly anti-American or pro-Saddam.
In her personal experience, the US invasion brought chaos to Iraq. Before the invasion, water and electric power worked. After the invasion, not so much. Before the invasion, she could safely go outside. After, the invasion, people hid in their homes. She was hardly naïve about Saddam’s regime. According to her, parents of the kids she went to high school with would disappear from time-to-time. She had a clear idea of what happened to them.
In her view, order was better than chaos. Her views shocked her ‘born in America’ classmates who more or less universally expressed a preference for chaos. She knew better. Chaos only seems romantic to those who don’t have to endure it.