Think About the Children of Iraq
By Charlotte Aldebron
Charlotte Aldebron is 12 years old. She delivered the following speech before a Peace Rally held in St. Marys Church in Presque Isle before 150 residents from around the County of Aroostook, Maine, on February 15, 2003.
When people think about bombing Iraq, they see a picture in their heads of Saddam Hussein in a military uniform, or maybe soldiers with big black mustaches carrying guns, or the mosaic of George Bush Sr. on the lobby floor of the Al-Rashid Hotel with the word criminal.
But guess what? More than half of Iraqs 24 million people are children under the age of 15. Thats 12 million kids. Kids like me. Well, Im almost 13, so some are a little older, and some a lot younger, some boys instead of girls, some with brown hair, not red. But kids who are pretty much like me just the same.
So take a look at mea good long look. Because I am what you should see in your head when you think about bombing Iraq. I am what you are going to destroy. If I am lucky, I will be killed instantly, like the three hundred children murdered by your smart bombs in a Baghdad bomb shelter on February 16, 1991. The blast caused a fire so intense that it flash-burned outlines of those children and their mothers on the walls; you can still peel strips of blackened skinsouvenirs of your victoryfrom the stones.
But maybe I wont be lucky and Ill die slowly, like 14-year-old Ali Faisal, who right now is on the death ward of the Baghdad childrens hospital. He has malignant lymphoma (cancer) caused by the depleted uranium in your Gulf War missiles. Or maybe I will die painfully and needlessly like 18-month-old Mustafa, whose vital organs are being devoured by sand fly parasites. I know its hard to believe, but Mustafa could be totally cured with just $25 worth of medicine, but there is none of this medicine because of your sanctions.
Or maybe I wont die at all but will live for years with the psychological damage that you cant see from the outside, like Salman Mohammed, who even now cant forget the terror he lived through with his little sisters when you bombed Iraq in 1991. Salmans father made the whole family sleep in the same room so that they would all survive together, or die together. He still has nightmares about the air raid sirens.
Or maybe I will be orphaned like Ali, who was three when you killed his father in the Gulf War. Ali scraped at the dirt covering his fathers grave every day for three years calling out to him, Its all right Daddy, you can come out now, the men who put you here have gone away. Well, Ali, youre wrong. It looks like those men are coming back.
Or I maybe I will make it in one piece, like Luay Majed, who remembers that the Gulf War meant he didnt have to go to school and could stay up as late as he wanted. But today, with no education, he tries to live by selling newspapers on the street.
Imagine that these are your childrenor your nieces or nephews or neighbors. Imagine your son screaming from the agony of a severed limb, but you cant do anything to ease the pain or comfort him.
Imagine your daughter crying out from under the rubble of a collapsed building, but you cant get to her. Imagine your children wandering the streets, hungry and alone, after having watched you die before their eyes. This is not an adventure movie or a fantasy or a video game. This is reality for children in Iraq.
Recently, an international group of researchers went to Iraq to find out how children there are being affected by the possibility of war. Half the children they talked to said they saw no point in living any more. Even really young kids knew about war and worried about it. One 5-year-old, Assem, described it as guns and bombs and the air will be cold and hot and we will burn very much. Ten-year-old Aesar had a message for President Bush: he wanted him to know that A lot of Iraqi children will die. You will see it on TV and then you will regret.
Back in elementary school I was taught to solve problems with other kids, not by hitting or name-calling, but by talking and using I messages. The idea of an I message was to make the other person understand how bad his or her actions made you feel, so that the person would sympathize with you and stop it.
Now I am going to give you an I message. Only its going to be a We message. We, as in all the children in Iraq who are waiting helplessly for something bad to happen. We, as in the children of the world who dont make any of the decisions but have to suffer all the consequences. We, as in those whose voices are too small and too far away to be heard. We feel scared when we dont know if well live another day. We feel angry when people want to kill us or injure us or steal our future. We feel sad because all we want is a mom and a dad who we know will be there the next day.
And, finally, we feel confused because we dont even know what we did wrong.
Charlotte Aldebron, 12, attends Cunningham Middle School in Presque Isle, Maine. Comments may be sent to her mom, Jillian Aldebron: email@example.com.