Robert Fisk, a man with a feeling for history, who tells it as it is.
Robert Fisk: Now we see how his doctrine turns enemies into ‘allies’
Assad’s enemies, whom Blair’s bombing of Damascus would have helped, now threaten Iraq
16
June, 2014
How
do they get away with these lies? Now Tony Blair tells us that
Western “inaction” in Syria has produced the Iraq crisis. But
since bombing Syria would have brought to power in Damascus the very
Islamists who are now threatening Baghdad, it must therefore be a
mercy that Barack Obama does not listen to the likes of Blair.
Having
just spent several days travelling between three cities in Syria –
and let’s have no illusions about the brutality of the Assad regime
– I find it instructive to contemplate what Blair’s rebel chums
in Syria are up to. Take the five-mile Aleppo airport road.
It’s
newly held by government troops, but the Islamists hold so much
territory around the city that you have to first drive 16 miles in
darkness to reach the city along dirt tracks and overflowing lagoons
of untreated sewage and beneath a disused railway line where bright
red tracer fire – from the men Blair would have us support –
criss-crosses the road. Syrian troops hold checkpoints on this crazy
snakes-and-ladders journey. Sometimes the Islamists are only 200
metres away.
So
a snapshot of Aleppo today – which would be Mosul if Blair’s
friends had won and if the West had shown “action” against the
Assad regime. In the streets, I find government militiamen and
civilians digging 20ft-deep ditches in the streets to hunt for the
ubiquitous tunnels which the Nusra and Isis forces now use to attack
their enemies. Entire government buildings have exploded in
government-held Aleppo.
It’s
a mirror world. While Assad’s helicopters drop barrel bombs on
rebel bases – and lots of civilians – in northern Aleppo, the
armed opposition fire mortars into the Christian district of the
city. We wander along the front line; kids playing, an old man
smoking a cigarette on a pile of rubble, the crash of mortars less
than a mile away. A Syrian soldier removes a concrete breeze-block
from an old stone wall – it is the edge of the old city – and I
squint for a millisecond through the hole. A few feet away, behind
rotting sandbags and broken beams, is another hole – where the
rebel sniper presumably watches me. Personal history moment: almost
exactly 96 years ago, my dad poked a camera above the 1918 front line
in France and took a snapshot of rotting sandbags and broken trees.
Major
Somer of the Syrian army describes the tunnel labyrinth dug by the
opposition under the old city, and the day the minaret of the great
Omayed Mosque, built in the age of the Abbasids, crashed to the
ground – blown up by explosives in the rebels’ tunnels, he says,
though the jury is still out on this one.
“When
it fell,” he says, “I felt that 1,500 years of civilisation had
died. I was on the front line and I heard it crash – all over
Aleppo, the ground shook, like an earthquake. They had dug under most
of old Aleppo. They wanted to take revenge, to destroy our
infrastructure. Why do Muslims do this? Because they are not
Muslims.”
This
is bizarre, grotesque – certainly for his enemies a few metres away
– but there is no doubting the explosions around us; 16 will die
here in the next few hours. One will have his head blown off that
night in a restaurant half a mile away from us, a witness running
into a café where we’re eating a late-night snack, shaking his
head and smiling with relief. Plenty of food since the army broke the
siege of Aleppo. No water for six days since the Turks sealed off the
watercourse from the dam north of the border. Children and old women
carry plastic tubs of the stuff from government-delivered water
tanks.
No
need to ask why the army cannot retake the old city. “Not enough
soldiers,” a Syrian journalist says bluntly. “That’s why the
government agreed to end the siege of Homs peacefully and let the
rebels go free to the north – they needed Homs under their control
so the soldiers there could reinforce the men here in Aleppo.” I go
to Homs, 200 miles away, an ocean of white ruins with miles of
abandoned tunnels and a few Christians who shyly take me through the
wreckage of churches to a small garden in which stands a pink plastic
chair. “This is where they executed Father Frans,” one says.
“They made him sit in the chair and shot him just above the left
eye.”
Father
Frans van der Lugt was a martyr of Homs, refusing to leave his
Christian flock and Muslim friends throughout the years of siege,
imploring the world to pity the innocent and the starving until, on 7
April this year, gunmen arrived in the church garden and murdered
him. They came from the Nusra forces – the Assad regime called them
terrorists, the opposition said, of course, that if Assad had not
besieged Homs, the 72-year-old Catholic priest would not have died.
He is buried a few metres away, his grave a cheap wooden cross
surrounded by flowers. From a photograph, his bespectacled face
stares at us. The Pope later prayed for Van der Lugt’s soul.
I
suppose if the West had bombed Damascus last year – as Blair bombed
Baghdad in 2003 – Father Francis might have lived. But then again,
he might have been murdered much earlier by the Islamists we would
have been helping.
But
there you go. Assad’s soldiers hold the line where Iraq’s forces
initially disintegrated. Assad’s enemies are the same Nusra and
al-Qa’ida fighters whom Blair’s bombing of Damascus would have
helped – and who now threaten Iraq’s existence. Will the Iranians
send their soldiers to defend the Shia of Iraq?
A
good question to ponder on a military flight from Aleppo to Damascus,
in an iron seat on an old Antonov-26 among 60 Syrian soldiers, many
of them wounded, the bodies of two 25-year-old conscripts in the
cargo compartment, shot by snipers the previous night. A flicker of
machine-gun fire comes from the darkness below, and by the time we
land in Damascus, five of the “Syrians” opposite us shout a Shia
prayer – in Persian. They tell us they are Afghans, Shia from the
Hazara people. They are in Syrian uniform, holding rifles, an Iranian
beside them. They were returning to Tehran next day. So now the
Afghan Shia fight on Assad’s side – and Afghan Sunnis fight the
rebels.
Ah
Blair, thou shouldn’t be with us at this hour.
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