Motivated by a Majikthise post to get my giant brain off its Saturday movie-channel-watching keister and read in the Washington Post about the war—man, I hate reading about the war more than anything—I was sickened in the extreme by an article on what Lindsay is calling Iraq’s My Lai. The piece relates locals’ accounts of the massacre in cold blood of two dozen Iraqi civilians by US Marines last November. Seems a few of our boys sought vengeance with a door-to-door shooting spree in the town of Haditha after a roadside bomb killed one of their buds. Three families and a taxi-full of college students were murdered. Naturally a coverup ensued.
(The WaPo helpfully points out, as an aid to readers are slow to grasp the horrific extent of the pathos, perhaps because they are too distracted by the porn in the Victoria’s Secret sidebar ad, that the murdered civilians included women-and-children.)
Senseless massacres and their subsequent coverups are the ultimate and inexorable consequence of a social order founded on dominance. What other outcome could you possibly expect, when you take a bunch of uneducated teenage boys, tell them God is an American, women are fuckholes, and brown people are dirt, give them guns, and send them off to shoot people merely to gratify the vanity of imperialist godbag corporate hooligans?
The US military reportedly paid survivors between $1500 and $2500 for each dead family member. Go USA!