|
|  |
Two sisters: Giuliana and Mithal
Giulio Stocchi - 27.02.2005 15:06
The text you are about to read is a combination of words that were all written by Giuliana Sgrena, the Italian journalist kidnapped in Irak (for more news about Giuliana you can see:  http://www.rsf.fr/sgrena-en.php3).
Two sisters: Giuliana and Mithal
The text you are about to read is a combination of words that were all written by Giuliana Sgrena, the Italian journalist kidnapped in Irak (for more news about Giuliana you can see: http://www.rsf.fr/sgrena-en.php3).
Some of them were part of her appeal contained in the video released by her captors (capitalized verses) and the others are from an article she wrote on July 1, 2004 about Mithal, an Iraqi woman detained in Abu Grahib. It’s the story of two prisoners, two victims, perhaps not by the same hand, but certainly of the same injustice.
Giulio Stocchi
it is a long story
the details are painful
days of hell
Since the end of January I was here to bear witness
To the situation of a people
Who is dying everyday
at the end they took me
to a cell, three feet by five
gave me a bottle of water
and they left me there for six nights
Children old people women,
They are raped
And people are dying everywhere
On the streets
we ran after her for half a day
then a new appointment at her home
The Iraqi people haven’t anything to eat
No longer have electricity
They Don’t have water
sometimes they would forced a hundred
prisoners to lay on the ground and
then they would walk over them
I beg you
End the occupation
often they would force us to drink
water from the toilet
I ask the Italian government
I ask the Italian people
To put pressure on the government
mithal massages her hands
and remembers they had turned black
because they were tied too tight
she couldn’t move them anymore
Pier, help me, I beg you
Please have them publish the picture of children
Hit by the cluster bombs
the black shadow of her kajal
makes the grey-green color
of her large eyes stand out
I ask my family
To help me
a woman soldier
had untied them to allow her
to go to the bath-room
And to all of you
Who have fought, side by side with me
so I gave her my earrings
Against the war
i have done nothing wrong
why should I be afraid?
Against the occupation
and then from the cells next to mine you could hear the screams
of men being tortured, you could hear their crying and howling
recorded and then re-played over and over
all night long at high volume
Help me,
I beg you
together with the sound of footsteps
on the gravel drawing near
but around us only sand
This people
Must not suffer anymore
Like this
i recognized some of the detainees,
like Abdul Mudud
whose jaws they broke
and whose eye they took out
Withdraw the troops from Iraq
No one must come to Iraq any more
our destination was Abu Ghraib.
an Iraqi woman from outside
would give me a banana, once in a while
Because all foreigners
All Italians
Are considered enemies
in a big room
there was a doctor
who wanted me to undress
he threatened to cut my clothes
off of me
Please
Do something for me
at the end I asked him if I could
at least keep my underwear on
and he said yes
Pier
Help me
You were always by my side
In all my battles
the United States has occupied our country
we have the right to defend ourselves
I beg you, help me
they took me
to an ice cold room,
my teeth were chattering
in nice display
were the instruments of torture
Show all the photos
I took of Iraqis
Of children hit by the cluster bombs
Of the women
one of the women prisoners
was forced to walk on all fours
her knees and her elbows
completely worn out
Help me, I beg you
another woman, they forced her
to separate urine from shit, with her hands
Help me to ask
That the troops be pulled out
then a black woman soldier arrived
and she was constantly shouting at me
Help me
but seeing that I wasn’t scared at the end
she apologized “You’re brave”, she said.
I ask my husband
I ask Pier
Help me, you please help me
a sixty year old woman
who said she was a virgin
was always threatened with rape
Only you
Can help me all the way
another woman’s body was thrashed
due to being thrown against a wall
To ask that the troops
Be pulled out
another woman was locked in a small
cage for six days and she couldn’t
even move
I count on you
My hope lies only
In you
sometimes they would turn up the heat to the maximum
and in order to sleep I had to throw on myself
You must help me to ask
That the troops be pulled out
that tiny bit of water they would give me
sometimes they wouldn’t give me food or drink
All the Italian people
Must help me
we heard the children screaming
they too were being tortured
All those who have stood with me
In these struggles
they primarily used dogs to attack them
Must help me
one day they made me lean against a wall
with my hands raised
i couldn’t resist in that position
My life
Depends on all of you
at the end I asked them to let me write something
to my children, because otherwise I would kill myself
Put pressure on the government
Help me
i was released after
eighty days
they even gave me
my earrings back
This people
Do not want the occupation
the United States have occupied
our country
we have the right to defend ourselves
They don’t want the troops
we have a right to defend ourselves
They don’t want foreigners
i have done nothing wrong
why should I be afraid?
Help me
i have done nothing wrong
I have always fought side by side with you
 E-Mail: giulio.stocchi@fastwebnet.it
|
| Read more about: militarisme | | supplements | | |
