Iraq: The Reckoning

In a suite of rooms in a ‘safe house’ in a city in south eastern Europe, investigators employed by the British Government have been interviewing a stream of Iraqi civilians for the past 18 months.

Royal marine by Thomas McDonald

A century of war and peace in Lebanon

The Middle Eastern front during the First World War is romanticized in the adventures of Lawrence of Arabia and by the exploits of youthful Arab revolutionaries, but its repercussions for what is now Lebanon were anything but romantic.

“The children of my country, dear Mary, the people of Mount Lebanon are being killed by a famine at the hands of the Ottoman government,” wrote the Lebanese poet and philosopher Gibran Khalil Gibran in May 1916 to his American patron and one-time lover Mary Haskell. “80,000 people have perished until today and thousands of others die every day.”

Beirut building from before civil war

Objecting to War

From the seemingly minor act of saying “No” to conscription, militarism and war, a huge cast of radicals, socialists, artists, immigrants, non-conformists and politicians…

Conscientious Objectors Sunnanås

Point Hope

As I fly towards Point Hope, Alaska, I have Sarah Palin’s line turning over in my head, who, when asked to comment on her expertise in foreign policy during the 2008 presidential campaign, reportedly said that she could see Russia from her house.

Adam Weymouth Flippers mukluks

Two Tales from the Tribunal

On entering the court buildings, visitors must pass through security checks, including a body scan, before scaling a steep flight of stairs that leads to an atrium. The atrium is full of people: standing, perching on hard plastic seats and otherwise milling about. Many of them are awaiting trials for criminal cases. The atmosphere, if not exactly threatening, is certainly intimidating.

Down the rabbit hole

Angela has lost track of time. It is nearly three ‘o’ clock. She picks up the supermarket bag full of loose papers; newspaper clippings, think tank reports, personal reflections, and stuffs it into her rucksack. Before leaving the salon she thanks the gathered women and promises action. Pulling her coat hood over her head, she dashes out into lashing rain and half sprints across the city.