Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Irish evacuated as Gadaffi fights on !

One of two aircraft at Casement Aerodrome in Baldonnel last night, just before taking off for Malta.

Yesterday, Taoiseach Brian Cowen, in what will be his last executive order as head of government ordered two Air Corp Jets to Malta to evacuate the 60 or so Irish citizens believed to be trapped in Libya. This from the It was a swift and responsible action by a largely disgraced Cowen.

The situation in Libya is much more violent than that which recently occurred in Egypt and Tunisia. There are two types of dictators in my opinion. There are those whose only desire is to die rich old fat men and they are prepared to do anything to make that happen. Then there are those who wish to go out in a blaze of glory. I believe Gadaffi, the mad man of the Mediterranean, a truly insane person, falls into the latter category. This is going to get worse before it gets better. I think Robert Fish pretty much nailed it in today's Irish Independent.

SO he will go down fighting. That's what Muammar Gaddafi told us last night, and most Libyans believe him. This will be no smooth flight to Riyadh or a gentle trip to a Red Sea holiday resort.

Raddled, cowled in desert gowns, he raved on. He had not even begun to use bullets against his enemies -- a palpable lie -- and "any use of force against the authority of the state shall be punished by death", in itself a palpable truth which Libyans knew all too well. On and on and on he ranted. Like everything Gaddafi, it was very impressive, but went on far too long.

He cursed the people of Benghazi who had already liberated their city -- "just wait until the police return to restore order", this dessicated man promised without a smile. His enemies were Islamists, the CIA, the British and the "dogs" of the international press. Yes, we are always dogs, aren't we? And then came my favourite bit of the whole Gaddafi exegesis last night: HE HADN'T EVEN BEGUN TO USE VIOLENCE YET!

So let's erase all the YouTubes and Facebooks and the shooting and blood and gouged corpses from Benghazi, and pretend it didn't happen. Let's pretend that the refusal to give visas to foreign correspondents has actually prevented us from hearing the truth. Gaddafi's claim that the protesters in Libya -- the millions of demonstrators -- "want to turn Libya into an Islamic state" is exactly the same nonsense that Mubarak peddled before the end in Egypt, the very same nonsense that Obama and La Clinton have suggested. Indeed, there were times last night when Gaddafi -- in his vengefulness, his contempt for Arabs and for his own people -- began to sound very like the speeches of Benjamin Netanyahu.

In many ways, Gaddafi's ravings were those of an old man, his fantasies about his enemies -- "rats who have taken tablets" who included "agents of Bin Laden" -- were as disorganised as the scribbled notes on the piece of paper he held in his right hand, let alone the green-covered volume of laws from which he kept quoting. It was not about love. It was about the threat of execution. "Damn those" trying to stir unrest against Libya. It was a plot, an international conspiracy. "Your children are dying -- but for what?" He would fight "until the last drop of my blood with the Libyan people is behind me". America was the enemy (much talk of Fallujah), Israel was the enemy, Sadat was an enemy, colonial fascist Italy was the enemy. Among the heroes and friends was Gaddafi's grandfather, "who fell a martyr in 1911" against the Italian enemy.

Dressed in brown burnous and cap and gown, Gaddafi's appearance raised some odd questions. Having kept the international media out of Libya, he allowed the world to observe a crazed nation: YouTube and blogs of terrible violence versus state television pictures of an entirely unhinged dictator justifying what he had either not seen on YouTube or hadn't been shown. And there's an interesting question here: dictators and princes who let the international press into their countries -- Messrs Ben Ali/Mubarak/Saleh/Prince Salman -- are permitting it to film their own humiliation. Their reward is painful indeed. But sultans like Gaddafi who keep the journos out fare little different.

The hand-held immediacy of the mobile phone, the intimacy of sound and the crack of gunfire are in some ways more compelling than the edited, digital film of the networks.

Perhaps, in the end, it takes a dictator with his own monopoly on cameras to tell the truth. "I will die as a martyr," Gaddafi said last night. Almost certainly true. (© Independent News Service)

- Robert Fisk

Irish Independent

I can't help entertaining the thought that an American cruise missile would save us all a lot of bother, and a lot of bloodshed.


thesystemworks said...

Ah, there's nothing more thrilling than a hasty air evacuation or hostage rescue and the like. Reminds me of the airlift of Yemenite Jewry, Ethiopian Jewry, Operation Thunderbolt and Chuck Norris in 'Delta Force'.

Ted Leddy said...


Operation Thunderbolt was really something else. Saigon in 1975 was probably the most famous. I sincerely hope Ireland will never have to initiate a mass evacuation. We only have a handful of appropriate aircraft.

builder man said...

The history of Britain and France's interference in the Arab World is brilliantly captured in a new book by James Barr:'A Line in the Sand'.
The present day problems stem from that including the israeli/palestinian conflict and how the Jewish terrorist Stern gang were financed by France and celebrities in the United States, undermining the U.K.'s belated attempt to find a solution.