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Flying from Rome on a bright Sunday morning, the MEA Airbus was configured for about 300 people. About 20 of us boarded to fly to Beirut. It is a very strange feeling to be on an almost empty commercial airliner, particularly as nearly all of the small number of passengers were in business class, leaving economy class barren.
Two Christian priests travelling economy, with impressive beards and pillarbox hats, were rescued by the hostesses before takeoff and moved forward to business. The flight was entirely uneventful, except that for some reason it served no alcohol, which is new to MEA. Niels suggested they had been warned about us!
We have all seen photos of Israeli bombing near the airport as MEA flights come in to land, but our approach was untroubled and we could not spot any bomb damage in the vast sprawling vista of Beirut as we came down.
Niels Ladefoged and I had toured Germany together, with the film Ithaka, on which Niels was cinematographer. That tour was related in great detail on this blog. So regular readers know the two of us, who arrived into Beirut airport slightly confused.
Our aim in coming to Lebanon was to counter the overwhelmingly pro-Israel narrative of Western media reports of the Israeli assault on Lebanon. Before coming, I had spoken with a friend from my Blackburn election campaign, whom I knew to be very well connected in the Middle East.
This friend had told me he had a sponsor for us in Lebanon who could organise all the necessary logistics, and the first instance of this was the arrival into Beirut. We knew that other activists who had recently arrived had encountered difficulties with Lebanese immigration.
To counter this, we had been asked to provide our aircraft seat numbers before embarking, so we could be met on the plane and escorted through immigration. We had done this, but on arrival nothing happened on the plane.
We saw how it was meant to happen as we disembarked into the finger that led to the terminal: the two priests were whisked through a side door down to a vehicle that waited on the tarmac, to take them straight out of the airport.
As we wandered along the arrivals pathway through the terminal, the feeling of weirdness aroused by the near-empty plane returned. Where there would normally be hundreds of people pouring in from multiple flights, the place was empty and echoing, with just the 20 from our flight trailing through the vast halls.
It felt strange and ominous.
Once we reached immigration, the reason almost everyone had been in business class was apparent, as almost our entire flight headed into the “UN and Diplomatic” lane. That left us and a Lebanese family with small children. As we approached the immigration desk, a man in jeans and a striped shirt approached us, identified himself as a policeman, and asked us to leave immigration and head to a side area.
There were eight disconsolate people waiting there, with five chairs between them. We waited, and waited. Two hours passed uncomfortably. We tried without success to contact the sponsor who was supposed to have helped us with immigration.
Every now and then somebody was called forward into an office, stayed there for ten minutes, then came out and sat down again, looking unhappy. This was an ethnically and socially disparate bunch; the odd brief conversation revealed that European passports were the obvious common factors.
We were in essentially a very tatty corridor; everything from the furniture to the tiling to the counters appeared in need of renovation. It was not dirty; merely worn and chipped.
Niels and I had at no stage been asked for anything at all, not even our names. Our passports had not been inspected. Nothing was happening, very slowly.
I managed to phone my friend from Blackburn, who said he would try to contact our sponsor. After a further hour of waiting, a large uniformed man with a moustache and notably bold spectacles came out and pointed at us.
“Why are you waiting here?” he asked.
“I don’t know”, I replied, “A policeman told us to.”
He called me in to the office.
“What do you do for a living?”
“I am a retired diplomat, and now a journalist.”
“What kind of journalist?”
“Independent media. I publish online.”
“So, you are a social media influencer?”
“Oh no, I am much too old.”
“Aren’t you scared to come to Lebanon at this time?”
“No, I am Scottish.”
This answer was obviously sufficient explanation, and he got up and waved to a subordinate, who took us through and stamped our passports. A very patient driver from the hotel had been waiting four hours for us and had already rather brilliantly tracked down and loaded our luggage.
Heading out into the car, we immediately heard the Israeli drones circling overhead.
I want you to understand how loud this noise is. You do not have to strain to hear it; rather it is impossible to block it. You can still hear it even over heavy traffic.
It is far louder than a normal light aircraft at that height, and the noise must be a deliberate feature, an instrument of psychological warfare. I suppose the comparison would be the deliberate screeching of Stuka dive bombers, although the quality of sound is very different.
To come into a city which is under active bombardment, where dozens of people are killed every single day, is not entirely a comfortable feeling. Particularly when journalists are deliberately and systematically assassinated by Israel and, not to put too fine a point on it, the Israelis are not particularly keen on me.
The large Israeli drones carry a range of unerring missiles, have state-of-the-art surveillance and target-locking capability and can be triggered to fire by AI without human intervention. I would be lying if I pretended that on this first occasion the hairs were not standing on the back on my neck.
But you get used to it.
After this interesting drive through nightfall, we arrived at the Bossa Nova hotel in Sinn el Fil, a Christian area of Beirut, which we had been told would be unlikely to be attacked by Israel.
The hotel is, rather surreally, South American themed, with a restaurant serving only allegedly Brazilian dishes. It is nine storeys high and constructed with massive concrete pillars, and a great many of them. It has a very well-stocked cocktail bar to cater for the most pernickety fan of mixology, though without a presiding mixologist at present. It is allegedly owned by a Scot.
All of the other guests in the hotel were refugees from the evacuated areas. 1.2 million people have been displaced in Lebanon. The human trauma of this is immense, particularly as the homes, farms and businesses these people have left are being systematically destroyed behind them.
Over the next ten days we slowly get to know some of the refugees. A school teacher, a policeman, a farmer, a tailor. All with their large families, crammed in, a family to a room in this hotel which is creaking to cope. Being Lebanese they are tidy and clean, and emerge looking well dressed and groomed.
Like refugees everywhere, they sit listless and morose, displaced and discarded, filling in time doing nothing. Chat is infrequent and subdued. People sit isolated with their thoughts, even from their own families.
They do not look up when somebody walks past. Food in paper bags is brought from local bakers and consumed in the lobby. The free water cooler is the busiest spot in the hotel.
Only the children are happy; an unexpected school holiday, a trip to a city, lots of new friends for games of mass soccer in the hotel courtyard.
When the drones are particularly loud or low, the children race inside, mostly before their mothers have to call. One small boy in particular, about three years old, bursts into tears every time the drones get loud.
The Israelis have made a point of bombing hotels housing refugees, particularly in Christian areas. Turning the Christian community against the refugees is part of the Israeli plan.
The next morning we received a message from our sponsor that a driver, Ali, will come to pick us up. We had explained we wished to start by visiting the much-touted (in Western media) “Hezbollah stronghold” of Dahiya, which is subject to continual bombing.
Ali arrives, a well dressed individual driving a very comfortable and new Lexus saloon. He doesn’t speak any English, but through Google Translate he explains that we need special permits to visit Dahiya.
We give Ali our passports and he takes photos of them with his phone, sending them to somebody whom he then phones to discuss it. He then speaks into his phone again and shows us on his phone:
“You cannot go to Dahiya now. Permits will take one or two days. But I can take you on a tour of bomb sites, without stopping the car or taking photos.”
So we embark with Ali on a tour of recent death, driving to nine different bomb sites. What is immediately clear is that eight of the nine sites are residential buildings, blocks of flats. Ali is very well informed indeed about each one, relating how many people were killed there – men, women and children.
Ali does not attempt to hide the fact that, in almost every case, there were Hezbollah members present, and sometimes he can tell us who. Flags are planted on top of the mounds of rubble to commemorate these martyrs, and sometimes there are pictures of them in uniform, on planted stakes.
One or two of the sites have been struck by precision missiles targeting an individual apartment, with usually a handful of immediately neighbouring apartments also damaged or destroyed. But at the large majority of the sites whole blocks of apartments, containing 20 or more, have been completely reduced to rubble, much of which is powder.
The same of course is true of the inhabitants. Driving slowly past the sites, it is immediately apparent these residences are civilian, with corners of settees and beds and kitchen equipment jumbled in the rubble and heart-stopping indications of children, including a bright pink poster of a pony, held down by a dust-filled boot.
There is no indication whatsoever of military or industrial activity. It is not a question of Hezbollah hiding behind human shields. It is rather a question of Hezbollah figures being killed alongside their partners, parents and children in their civilian homes, with numerous other families in the block killed too. It is plainly a war crime.
Killing 40 or even 70 entirely innocent people is of no concern to Israel in eliminating a target. Nor do they care in the least how many of them are children. Non-Jewish life simply has zero intrinsic value in their eyes.
But there is also of course a real problem with who is being targeted. Hezbollah is an intrinsic part of Lebanese society. It is a political party with elected members of parliament and forms part of the Government of Lebanon.
Hezbollah also runs extensive health, welfare and infrastructure functions in the predominantly Shia districts, particularly in the South of the country, and these functions and institutions are organically interwoven with the official Lebanese state in a hundred different ways.
So doctors, professors, ambulance drivers, journalists and teachers may be designated “Hezbollah” by Israel, in an exact parallel to the situation with Hamas in Gaza.
So the “terrorist target” Israel is eliminating by bombing an apartment block, with the deaths of forty other people, may not have any military function at all. They may be an ambulance driver. In fact that is one of the most likely possibilities. As in Gaza, Israel is systematically eliminating healthcare workers. In 40 days, it has killed over 200 paramedics in Lebanon. That is five a day on average.
We take a road which bounds Dahiya and, looking into the area, startlingly, the destruction is extremely extensive. Block after block after block of apartments has been levelled. In one place the bomb crater is simply massive, a great deep hole you could fit dozens of buses in, several buses high. It is hard to comprehend the power of such an explosion.
The one building we see which is not residential and which has been bombed is a hospital. It looks gutted with shattered windows. I cannot particularly recall having seen this reported in the West.
It is a deeply sobering experience. We arrive back to the hotel in pensive mood, and take a gin and tonic in the courtyard, as the refugees huddle and the drones buzz overhead. I am awoken by loud explosions in the night, and the next day the smoke is still billowing into the air, rising up about a kilometre from our hotel, and the acrid smell and taste will not wash away.
On Tuesday we had arranged finally to meet our sponsor, a charming and urbane man who is genuinely horrified by the genocide in Gaza and the unfurling carnage in Lebanon. He phones “Ali’s boss” to check on progress with our permits for Dahiya. He advises that we they will be available later that day or the next morning.
We agree to have a day to orient and prepare, and go to Dahiya the next day once the permits are done.
Our sponsor tells us a number of worrying things, including that he had offered friends of his from evacuated areas accommodation in properties he owned outside of Beirut, but that some of the local Christian communities had objected in case the presence of refugees provoked Israeli attack (as indeed is frequently occurring).
He apologised for the delay at the airport and said that a new policy had been introduced the very day we arrived, when dozens of Europeans had been sent back. He had been working behind the scenes to vouch for us (which was later confirmed to me by another source).
The new crackdown on entry is reported in L’Orient Today:
L’Orient Today spoke to and heard reports of dozens of people turned away in recent weeks, including around 10 NGO workers from various organizations, two journalists who received entry bans and were deported, two people who were refused for not having “sufficient grounds to enter the country,” and three passengers from Germany, Spain and the U.S. who were told this past weekend that foreigners can’t enter unless they have a work permit.
According to Ingrid, through her phone, an employee of the Danish Ministry of Foreign Affairs spoke with airport staff who told them that a new law had been implemented restricting entry…
“There has not been a change in the law regarding the entry of foreigners into Lebanon,” a source at General Security told L’Orient Today… “However, due to the security situation in Lebanon, General Security is being more vigilant about who is entering and leaving the country and some people are not permitted entry due to security reasons,” …
A General Security spokesperson said the order came from the Directorate roughly one month ago and that it applies across the board but is focused on the airport. In the last two months, Hezbollah, currently at war with Israel, has suffered a number of profound security breaches, one of which led to the assassination of its leader Hassan Nasrallah. In the two weeks following the escalation into full-out war, starting on Sept. 23, several people were arrested under suspicion of espionage, including a journalist who entered Lebanon on a British passport only to be discovered with an Israeli passport after residents of Beirut’s southern suburbs alerted the authorities to his presence.
“One person making a mistake will affect the others sometimes,” the spokesperson said. “No one [at border control] wants to be labeled as the person who let someone into the country who shouldn’t have been allowed.”
Which sounds entirely reasonable, but read on.
So we had a relaxed day waiting for permits to come through. I sat in the courtyard writing as the drone buzzed overhead, and Niels made a little tweet about it:
Writing in Beirut, Lebanon pic.twitter.com/vYX7B7RGsx
— Craig Murray (@CraigMurrayOrg) October 29, 2024
We then walked out into Beirut. The only way to walk from the hotel is down one side of a buzzing dual carriageway. We crossed a concrete bridge over the sad remnant of the Beirut river.
Its waters entirely diverted for the uses of the great city, the river course is a giant, entirely concreted storm drain, perhaps fifty metres wide and 10 metres deep. In it oozes a trickle of greenish-brown sewage, perhaps three metres wide and ten centimetres deep. The sickly sweet smell is nauseating. Our hotel is on the bank and carries a truly giant neon sign on its flank: “Riverside Bossa Nova”, devoid of irony. Briefly during a storm the river returns to life for a few hours.
Beirut is not pedestrian-friendly. Frequently on major streets there are long stretches with no pavement at all, it having been either never built or removed to make way for car parking, bonnets right up against the building and cars often stacked two deep at right angles to the traffic.
As we walk down the busy Damascus Road to the city centre, major junctions are designed with no provision for pedestrians to cross; not just no pedestrian feature in the traffic lights, but nowhere for them to navigate the sea of open tarmac buzzing with aggressive vehicles.
Scooters buzz pedestrians with almost the malevolence of Amsterdam cyclists.
On the corniche and beach, the tented refugee city that had sprung up along the promenade and beach has been cleared away. Locals are following the tradition of putting their living room in the back of a car and reassembling it on the corniche for the evening, whole families sat around on circles of domestic chairs on the promenade, with tea, chess, backgammon, shishas and gossip.
The glamorous, golden, wide-balconied apartments across the corniche, overlooking the sea, glower mostly dark and empty. The rich have left for Paris, London and New York for the duration of the war.
In this national emergency, temporarily relocating refugees in the vacated apartments of the runaway rich would seem an obvious step. Sadly, that is not the way of the world. Instead the schools are closed and house thousands of refugees. It gives some understanding of how the process developed in Gaza, and we wonder when Israel will start to target the schools here.
It is a lot to think on, and on Wednesday morning we look forward to getting into Dahiya and making our first video report. Ali arrives around noon and says through Google Translate he is ready to take us there. I foolishly assume that this means the permits have come.
We enter into the Dahiya suburb (which is a redundancy – Dahiya just means “suburb”), and I am immediately struck by just how vast is the evacuated area and how very well developed. As we move in, it is a pleasant, middle-class area. It reminds me of good bits of Marseille. There is nothing to distinguish the blocks of flats which have been demolished or damaged from the other residential blocks all around.
Niels has me wired up for sound and the strategy is to record everything, to do some straight-to-camera talks in key areas, and then to edit it down to a short piece in the evening, possibly with a considered reflection added. Accordingly, we are filming as we go along.
In the middle of a long shopping street in Dahiya, Ali – who has appeared very confident and in control, having told us he is Dahiya born-and-bred and knows everybody – pulled up at a checkpoint manned by armed militia in civilian clothes, to check that it is OK for us to get out and film.
Then it all starts to go wrong.
First a young man opens the car doors and politely asks us in good English for our passports, which we give him. He is wearing a red shirt and carries his AK47 with great care, pointing down to the ground.
Ali tells us via phone translation that we should not worry, it is only process. Then the young man comes again and asks for our phones. We give him two each. He then takes Niels’s camera bag and goes through the microphones and other equipment.
Several more militia men are gathering, and the young man leaves. An older man with white hair and beard arrives in a beaten-up saloon car. He does not seem to speak any English other than “Don’t worry!”
Nobody here now speaks English. A huddle of people is now looking in bemused fashion at our phones and equipment. The old man offers us coffee, and two strong, gritty, sweet concoctions are brought in tiny paper cups.
But it has become gradually plain that we are not free to leave. Ali’s confidence has dissipated like a punctured balloon.
Then two larger and more military-looking men appeared in a battered old Jeep Cherokee with cracked windows, followed by a pickup holding several more men with guns. They were obviously in charge. The atmosphere had become much less friendly. I got out of the car and walked round shaking hands, in an effort to remedy this.
Standing on a street strewn with bombing rubble, amid a group of four parked vehicles, three of them Hezbollah, at the centre of a growing knot of armed Hezbollah militia, while missile-armed Israeli drones circled overhead and had us under close surveillance, I could not help but inwardly reflect that I had spent safer afternoons.
There was now nobody around who spoke any English. Our possessions were loaded into, and then taken out of, a series of backpacks, being slowly and carefully inventoried in notebooks each time. Every now and then an item would be brought over for Niels to identify – charger, or microphone, or hard drive – but I don’t think anyone understood his answers.
I looked around the area. It was a well-established shopping street with decent stores, all now shuttered, stretching as far as the eye could see, punctuated by restaurants and cafés.
The area was largely deserted except for one or two armed militiamen on every corner to prevent looting. A few people were around, returning to their homes to collect possessions, and some storekeepers were removing stock into their vans. Many had opened temporary stores elsewhere. The scene was one of quiet order and discipline.
I am sure everybody was aware a bomb could fall without warning on this area under evacuation, and people worked quickly with obvious purpose. But there was no visible emotion.
Just opposite me was a large toy shop with one shutter open, and a cluster of large teddy bears looked at me forlornly over a sit-on electric model car. Occasionally scooters would pass, their occupants waving at our captors.
After what I am sure was a shorter time than it seemed, we were motioned into the rear seat of the Jeep Cherokee behind the two senior men. One man with a gun squeezed on to the passenger seat beside us, and another entered the luggage space behind us.
Ali followed behind driving the Lexus, with armed men both beside and behind him. This did not appear to be playing out well.
I was relieved we left Dahiya for a rather more populated area, but felt very isolated again when the vehicle turned off through a gated entrance guarded by several men openly carrying guns, and pulled up in a small car park opposite a nondescript concrete building.
This had an entrance porch protected by a wrought iron gate. With the entrance doors shut, by placing Niels, Ali and me inside this porch and locking the gate behind us, we were now in an effective cell. The gathering of men discussing our fate grew larger and louder.
After a little while somebody opened the gate to hand us bottles of water. But he also motioned us to turn our chairs and sit with our faces directly to the wall. I made only a token compliance, being far too keen to see what was coming up behind us.
Niels later told me that he thought I was turning away from the wall because of the large amount of blood spatter on it, right in front of my face. I have to say I simply did not notice this. I assume Niels observed correctly, although he is from Scandinavia, and therefore has a dark and brooding imagination.
Eventually somebody arrived in another vehicle who actually spoke very good English. He entered the porch and asked if any of us had ever been in Israel. We answered in the negative. I was hoping to give further explanation of who we were, which side we were on, and how easy it was to prove, when Ali broke in volubly in Arabic.
Our interrogator turned to Ali, who had for some time appeared terrified, and asked him several questions in Arabic, to which Ali responded earnestly. The man then left. This was not helpful as Ali, to my knowledge, knew nothing about either Niels or me.
Shortly afterwards a bag was brought in with our possessions, and there was a further fuss as each was identified, noted and transferred into yet another rucksack. We were then led outside and into the back cab of a large pickup, again surrounded by armed men. Ali did not follow and we did not know where he had gone.
We went back into Dahiya again, and on a deserted street were driven down into an underground car park. This seemed particularly alarming. A single man, apparently unarmed, stood in the car park waiting to receive us. The car doors were opened, we were bundled out and our captors delivered us into his possession.
“Don’t worry”, he said in English, “you are safe now. I am with General Security. We are official Lebanese government state security.”
Having some experience of state security services around the globe, I am afraid I perhaps did not find this as comforting as intended. We were taken up to a corridor, where our possessions were yet again repacked and inventoried.
15 minutes later a vehicle arrived with three more General Security agents, none of whom spoke English. My feeling of unease was deepened when Niels and I were both immediately handcuffed. We were placed in the back of a much nicer Toyota, and driven away with two General Security officers in the front and one between us.
Our next destination was General Security HQ, which was more obviously a government building. On arrival our possessions were inventoried once again, and this time we had to sign an acknowledgement.
At this stage, two rather alarming things were said. The first is that we were asked about medications “in case you have to stay in prison”. The second is that one of the officers said to me, in a hostile tone,
“Why do you want to support the Palestinians? If you want to support the Palestinians, why don’t you go to Gaza and join them?”
It was a reminder that in Lebanon not all on the government side can be assumed to be hostile to Israel.
There was now a further long wait, on broken chairs in a dingy back office, while nothing happened for hours. Eventually an officer arrived who was deemed to have sufficient English to interrogate us, a judgment I would dispute.
We went through my life in minute detail. My date of birth, my parents, their dates of birth, my grandparents, their dates of birth, my brothers and sisters, their dates of birth, my children, their dates of birth, my partner, her date of birth. We also went through my education and every job I had ever held, every single stage taking six times as long as it would if we could communicate freely in the same language.
What we did very little of was discuss who I actually am and why I was in Lebanon in general and Dahiya in particular. My efforts to spend more time on that were simply ignored. I don’t think he understood my explanation that I believed the permits had been applied for and granted.
At one stage my interrogator asked “Dahiya is very dangerous. You can be killed. Why are you not scared?”, and I was delighted to redeploy the line “I am not scared, I am Scottish.” This time I got a smile and a one word response “Braveheart!”
After we had finished, it was Niels’s turn to go through the same process while I waited.
Finally we were told that our passports and possessions would be retained. We would have to return when called to face the investigating judge of the Military Court. Meantime we would be either held in prison or allowed to go, as the judge decided. We would have to wait for this.
We asked what had happened to Ali. We were told he was safe at home with his family, which we mentally filed under “Good if true”. There followed a long and anxious wait for the decision of the judge, and we were acutely aware that the judge had only the information furnished by somebody who had understood very little of what we had said.
One by one the security agents went home, until there was only one man left on this floor of the building, who complained he could not go home until the judge called. Thankfully about 10pm the judge did call, and said that we could be released pending further investigation.
Niels and I walked the two miles back to our hotel to clear our heads.
I accept that the fault was mine. I had assumed that our sponsor and Ali knew what they were doing in applying for the permits, and they had assumed that I understood the permit system. I had failed to take on board that our sponsor was merely a wealthy and well-meaning friend of my Blackburn contact, and had no relevant experience at all.
Mainstream media organisations all employ fixers, at a standard rate of $250 a day, to organise the permits and negotiate these things. I had assumed that to be basically Ali’s role. In fact he was just somebody our sponsor had arranged to drive us, who thought he understood the system but apparently did not.
Given that I was a fool blundering around a war zone where actual Israeli spies had recently been caught, I have nothing to complain about in my treatment either by Hezbollah or by General Security.
There is a psychological terror in the situation that they did their best to allay with coffee and water and assurances that all was OK. At no stage did anybody point a gun at me; at no stage did anybody threaten violence in any way. The Hezbollah militia were notably disciplined and professional for a local volunteer force.
The problem was the situation, not the people. And the situation was my fault.
I was now warned not to publish anything until I had all the proper accreditations, beginning with the Ministry of Information. We could not apply for accreditations until we had got our passports back. So there was nothing to do now except wait for the judge.
The alarming part now was the disappearance of both Ali and our sponsor. The morning after this ordeal, we were surprised to hear nothing from either of them. I contacted the sponsor through his office, and received a response from his secretary not to worry, all would be OK.
This was followed by a message from my friend in Blackburn to say I was not to contact our sponsor again.
Through multiple contacts I was soon in touch with a plethora of people in Lebanon who all were called upon for help and advice. The universal response was not to worry, this was all perfectly normal. One very well-known Lebanese journalist texted me:
“General Security, Military Courts – we all go through this. Do not worry, it’s normal.”
I spoke with a lawyer who said much the same thing, but did also give the useful advice that, while I could not publish journalism without accreditation, there was nothing to stop me being interviewed by accredited journalists, as a well-known person in Beirut.
So I did some of this. I particularly enjoyed this conversation with Laith Marouf for Wartime Café on Free Palestine TV:
I also caught up with Steve Sweeney of Russia Today. You may not be able to watch this in the UK:
RT spoke with Former British diplomat Craig Murray, who flew to Beirut on a mission to expose the truth about Israel’s deadly strikes on civilian areas pic.twitter.com/GUHofWbdcI
— RT (@RT_com) November 2, 2024
We also had a chance to see more of this extraordinarily resilient city of Beirut. Adults in Beirut have lived through a catalogue of civil war, occupation, resistance and disaster, and internal coherence is both weak and elusive.
But this has led to an instinct to survive. When Israel ordered the evacuation of the majority Shia Dahiya district, and commenced to destroy it systematically, the majority of its inhabitants simply moved north within Beirut.
Of the 1.4 million displaced persons, an estimated 400,000 have left, half to Syria or Iran and half to Europe or the United States. Of the remaining 1 million internally displaced, the majority have come into Beirut. The great magnet is Hamra district. I ask a resident why. He replies:
Everybody wants to settle in Hamra. It has bars and brothels, churches and mosques. Everybody has always been welcome in Hamra. It shelters everybody.
It is certainly now extremely crowded, and the traffic is in permanent gridlock. A taxi driver refused to enter with me as he would never get out again. Vehicles are double- and triple-parked, sometimes right across junctions.
The influx reminds me of the Edinburgh festival, minus the bad temper and vomiting stag parties.
We also learn about Dahiya. At what soon becomes a favourite restaurant, there works a young woman named Yasmeena. In her early thirties, she dresses in a Western style, does not wear a veil or scarf, and is the single parent of a seven-year-old. Yet she lived happy and unthreatened in what the Western media calls the “Hezbollah bastion” – until she had to evacuate and her home and possessions were completely destroyed, bombed to oblivion, as she now tells us with momentary tears, soon dispersed by a beaming smile.
Dahiya was founded after the Israel invasion of 1982 brought an earlier flood of Shia refugees from the South, and they founded a place to live among dusty lanes and crops. It rapidly developed into a thriving hub of commerce, and as in refugee areas all over the Middle East – including Gaza – good quality housing, workable infrastructure and good healthcare and, above all, education were developed, with remarkable resource and effort.
The Israelis are now involved in trying to destroy the entire area, systematically, through an unopposed bombing campaign that I predict will, as in Gaza, roll on relentlessly for over a year.
But the interesting thing about Dahiya, as represented by Yasmeena and others like her, is that it had become a centre of freedom of expression, with a café culture and thriving arts scene. Islam was at the centre of the community, but not forced upon anybody and not even Muslims were forced to abide by any particular precepts, while other religions were protected.
Tyre is another example. This great ancient city is under continual bombardment by Israel as another Hezbollah centre, and indeed Hezbollah has there firm political control. Yet it is also a city where anybody can wear swimwear on the beautiful beaches and alcohol is freely available and can be consumed in public with no problems.
In other words, Hezbollah is not at all on the ground as you have seen it portrayed in the West, and bears no relation to ISIS.
In fact the longer I am in Lebanon, the more I realise that much of what I thought I knew, was wrong. I do hope you will stay with me on this journey of discovery.
Six more days roll by in comparative inactivity, with the frustration of being unable to publish or film anything. Israeli bombing intensifies, and starts to occur by day as well as night. The wanton destruction in Southern areas is appalling and the Israelis also start bombing heavily the Bekaa Valley, North East of Beirut, massacring civilians mercilessly. Photographs of dead infants start once again to flood my timeline.
On the Tuesday evening, now nine days after arrival, we are approached in our hotel by a man from General Security, who presents each of us with a summons (“convocation”) to reappear at their HQ at 9am the next day. He says it is to collect our passports. We suspect it is more complicated than that, and try without success to find a lawyer to accompany us.
The next morning we arrive promptly at 9am, and to our dismay are taken again to the same floor we were held in before. We are locked in a dirty waiting room with a single wooden bench and a mattress on the floor. Gradually three other people join us, all suspects.
We are prisoners again.
We talk to one, a young man who was caught, by his own account, taking pictures around his own home and community, just for fun. He has been back four times for interrogation and had spent three nights in prison, which he described as “hell”. He said the food was inedible, the cells overcrowded with nowhere to sleep, and he had witnessed a man screaming in agony and terror with a heart attack but unable to get any attention from the guards.
This did not cheer us much.
We waited in that room until about 11am, when a General Security officer who spoke some English came to interrogate us. We had not seen him before.
He complained the officers last time had done nothing, and he had not seen the file. He then proceeded to start the entire process over again: My date of birth, my parents, their dates of birth, my grandparents, their dates of birth, my brothers and sisters, their dates of birth, my children, their dates of birth, my partner, her date of birth.
I could have screamed.
He brought out my phones from a large brown envelope, and asked me who Eugenia was. I replied I had no idea, I did not know any Eugenia. He said I had Eugenia in my contacts with an Israeli phone number. I said I did not believe so. He asked me to switch on the phone and look, but I could not as it was out of battery and no charger was available.
The second phone did have a charge, and we confirmed it contained no Eugenia. In the process, we came across the messages between me and our sponsor about Ali, the car, and when the permits to visit Dahiya would arrive. These messages were so clear, and made so plain the transgression was a misunderstanding, that he appeared largely to lose interest.
He went through the process also with Niels, and asked us whether we had money to pay for our flights home to Europe. He then went “to speak with the judge” and came back after half an hour with the news that it had been decided we were genuine, and we could stay, which seemed to surprise him.
He declared it was now only a matter of time, but he had to also get the consent of the “Big Boss” of national security to let us go. He did however proceed to ask us a great many more questions, much more acute and relevant than any that had been asked so far, and kept noting down our answers on a laptop – until this point the process had been entirely pen and paper.
Again, it was the strange situation of him being apparently very friendly – he shared his sandwich lunch with me – but at the same time we were prisoners. We were given back our phones and passports, and had to sign for them, but still were not allowed to go.
We then had to sign a form in Arabic three times within printed boxes, and then make an inked thumbprint three times over them. We asked what the form was, and were told it was for our release. It was very hard to believe this – why would you have to sign and thumbprint in triplicate your release? But there was no help for it.
As the afternoon wore on, the officer identified for us the different makes of Israeli drones buzzing overhead, and their capabilities. Then the drones were joined by a deeper rumble, which he said were F-35 jets come to bomb. If General Security HQ has a bomb shelter, they were ignoring it, but a huddle of agents gathered to look out the window and plainly they were concerned.
At 5pm the officers all left, bar one again, who said we had to stay for the answer from the “Big Boss” on our release. Suddenly the return of our passports and phones seemed horribly premature, and we wondered about those triple-signed forms. Initially we were locked back in the dirty waiting room, but then the duty officer (who spoke no English) came and led us to a comfortable office, where we were not locked in.
Finally, at 8pm the “Big Boss” phoned the duty officer to say we could go, and we walked out into Beirut, free but for the Israeli killer drones circling over our heads and the throbbing tones of the F-35s.
We were now desperate to get accredited to report so that we could finally do what we had come to Lebanon to do. So the next morning we went in to the Ministry of Information Press Bureau, armed with credentials supplied by Consortium News.
My work has been carried there for many years, but coincidentally I had just had the great honour to be elected to the Board of Consortium News, replacing my friend the great John Pilger.
The head of the Ministry Press Room looked at us mournfully and told us he was sorry, they could not accept credentials from Consortium News as it was an online publication. Accreditation was strictly limited to print newspapers and broadcast television.
He sent Niels a text confirming what was needed for accreditation, which included an email from the legacy media editor covering an official letter of credentials, and copies of press cards, passports and visas.
To rub salt into the wounds, at that moment the team of journalists from the Zionist, Murdoch-owned, Wall Street Journal came in. They were accorded VIP treatment.
Lebanon’s regulations ensure that only the state- and billionaire-owned, Zionist legacy media can accredit, whereas anti-Zionist alternative media are banned from accreditation and thus publication.
At this stage we might have been forgiven for giving up, but the idea did not cross our minds. We immediately sat down, inside the foreign press room, and set about texting anyone we could think of who might help.
This resulted in numerous dead ends, but through friends in Rome I got an introduction to Byoblu media, an alternative channel that has obtained national TV status in Italy, as both a terrestrial and satellite channel.
They were willing to provide accreditation, and the Editor was willing to jump through all the bureaucratic hoops required by Lebanon, in exchange for occasional news reports, which they will need to dub. They sent us the artwork for the required press cards and we had them made up locally.
Meantime, we had moved out of the hotel and into an Airbnb. It had never been quite plain if our sponsor was paying for the hotel (he had not charged us for the services of the disappearing Ali), but the hotel started to make plain to us that he was not. Finances started to become a real problem, as we now had no transport either and it was obvious that an interpreter was essential. We settled into a cosy Airbnb and started to get organised to live more cheaply.
On Monday morning we were back in the Ministry of Information presenting our new Byoblu credentials. The head of accreditation looked sceptical, but could not find anything immediately wrong with Byoblu TV. Before he left, he phoned somebody and kept mentioning “Byoblu” to them during an animated conversation in Arabic.
He then told us the application would go to General Security for processing. I could imagine the officers there throwing their hands in the air and screaming “Not these two again!”
We returned to the Ministry the next day as instructed, steeled for yet another disappointment. To our amazed delight, we were handed our press accreditations immediately.
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Mister Murray, thank you so much for this wonderful report. It was really worth waiting only 2 weeks, to give you time to get the paperwork done. Meanwhile, many of us have watched the WarTime Café episode where you bluntly but eloquently tell it like it is, and reveal the dark side of the West (good title for a potential new Pink Floyd record).
Beirut is probably just a first step, and possibly will you soon be reporting live from other areas. Thank you again for your work and devotion to the cause of Justice.
Well done Craig – you are a true Braveheart – you and your friend doggedly ploughed on, even in what looked like the face of real danger to obtain accreditation, and you’ve given us a very detailed account of Lebanon and your trials to report on the Zionists’ atrocities in the country.
“I’m not afraid, I’m Scottish!” – a brilliant riposte. I’m sure – as in your reports of the fit up of the late great Alex Salmond, and your reports from the Hague – that your reports about what the Zionists are doing in Lebanon will be very interesting and eye-opening to say the least. Above all take care.
The Sweeney video can be accessed by using the website https://ssstwitter.com/ (though it is not the apparent URL that should be put in, but the real one to which it points, by right-clicking and copying and pasting), and the result can be viewed using the free software VLC.
Craig, I am glad that you and your colleague eventually got through the bureaucratic red tape nightmare to obtain your press credentials. Lebanon may be located in West Asia, but everything you said there about the attitudes of anxious militiamen and suspicious government security agents could easily be said about a Sub Saharan African country. The only difference is that nobody in Lebanon asked for bribes to get things done
Got all the way to pay BUT PayPal wants to verify my account BUT only offers an old unavailable mobile number!
Perhaps Sadly, I’m only half Scottish. But I like to think I also have a ‘braveheart’.
I’m not sure whether to admire your bravery in venturing into the thick of it, as the drones fly over, or to wonder whether this venture borders on the foolhardy. I’m sure I will not be alone in breathing a sigh of relief when your work there is done and you return to safer shores.
Please look after yourself and Niels, Craig.
Nice report. Please be careful with Google Translate – and with Google anything else, including any web browser based on Chrome.
Google is an arm of the ascendancy.
https://mondoweiss.net/2021/12/how-google-advances-the-zionist-colonization-of-palestine/
PS Re. the earlier thread, Justin Welby under attack by Zionists in August for welcoming the ICJ opinion:
https://www.jpost.com/diaspora/article-816638
Maybe that’s the real reason they forced him to resign!!!
It probably had more to do with it than the mere abuse of children. Bastards
I believe Lineker was in a similar position, he had the temerity to speak up for Palestinians….
…and Hewlett Packard is on the BDS list…
Very fascinating, especially you (of all people) noting that Lebanon is not as you thought. They seem to be mighty nice people even if over the top on bureaucracy.
Thanks for this great report. Looking forward to more as they are ready. While I am sure there was quite a lot of anxiety living through all that, it seems amazingly reasonable and manageable for a country in the midst of a war, and with so many Westerners being servants of their enemy.
Sadly, with Trump picking so many Zionist warmongers for his cabinet, it doesn’t look like the atmosphere in that part of the world will improve any time soon. You are in my daily prayers, as are your brave family for agreeing to your putting yourself in such danger for the common good. I hope they know we are grateful to them, as well as to you for all you do.
Craig. In summary, people who have vouched for you unbeknown to you, must have deeply impressed the Judge and his team. Allah helps the patient. And to impress these officials, at this time under this duress of war and recent catastrophic betrayals by agents of Israel, is amazing!
Muslims use the intelligence of their hearts as readily as practical information. So if you have passed this test, I would say that from now you will be treated with respect and honour in Lebanon, mostly. But as you have already discovered, I’m sure it is a very diverse community.
Great work Craig.. lets hope the Uk US don’t get at last.. The world need you a CN
Brilliant reporting! Reminds me of Orwell on the Spanish Civil War.
Marvelous, and desperately needed reporting. Congratulations and more power to your elbow.
God Speed.
Is there an easy to read list of the daily death count in Gaza since day #1 which I can share?
I know this site which is very good but too complex for people who are working and have only very little time:
https://data.techforpalestine.org/api/v2/casualties_daily.json
from:
https://data.techforpalestine.org/docs/casualties-daily/
If people see it day for day how many were killed they understand.
Would German media report on this every day things could be different.
Instead now we have an antisemitism resolution which was passed last week and which will suffocate any expression of criticism of Israel be it in the arts or sciences. And almost no MPs opposed it: You had tiny BSW, and the LEFT PARTY who however abstained only.
So much about Germany which – instead of learning from past 400 days – is steering ever more into suporting the madness and installing brutality into its very own “intellectual” culture. It´s terrifying if you consider how obvious the murder is and still they choose to ignore it or believe racist lies.
Well, I need not explain matters here…
This is what the resolution says concerning freedom of speech rights, with the words of the very pro-government Constitutional blog (but even they fear for 1st Amendment Rights):
“(…)
The resolution contains numerous welcome statements and demands that make the extent of anti-Semitism in Germany clear. At the same time, it threatens to encourage repressive measures. The following two points in particular are questionable from a fundamental rights and constitutional perspective: First, the Bundestag reaffirms its resolution “to ensure that no organizations and projects are financially supported that spread anti-Semitism, question Israel’s right to exist, call for a boycott of Israel or actively support the BDS movement.” Directly related to this is the demand to develop legally secure “particularly budgetary” regulations that should ensure that no projects with anti-Semitic goals and content are funded in the field of culture and media. Second, the Bundestag reaffirms the BDS resolution from 2019. Not the subject of the article, but also questionable from a constitutional point of view, is the demand to “consistently exploit” repressive options to combat anti-Semitism in residence, asylum and citizenship law.”
(…)”
That of course in conjunction with an already established understanding of what many things anti-semitism is supposed to mean.
(Gosh this entire vocabulary is nauseating…)
But this is the situation where we are now here. So right now some cinemas are boycotting a documentary about the Westbank that had received a major award at the Berlinale last year. I haven´t seen it but I doubt it digs that deep. Otherwise it would have never been accepted to Berlinale in the first place.
Not sure what more to say.
Greetings to everyone, I guess…
Veering off-topic, but probably of interest: AG (14 Nov, 6.39) mentions the boycott of the full-length documentary film ‘No Other Land’, directed by Yuval Abraham (from Jerusalem) and Basel Adra (from a village, now destroyed, in the West Bank). The film went on general release in Germany this week and is showing daily in just two of the 30-odd cinemas (with more than 80 screens) in Munich. One of these two cinemas, the Werkstatt (Workshop) Kino, is, I think, known to Craig, who gave a talk there during his tour of Germany several years ago. Maybe the long (2-page) and detailed review of the film in last week’s Der Spiegel will arouse more interest.
Co-director Abraham has stated that, as an Israeli Jew, many of whose relatives were killed in the Nazi Holocaust, he does not feel welcome in Germany. He considers that German politicians, by robbing the term ‘antisemitism’ of any meaning, are in the long run endangering the lives of those they claim to be protecting.
“Co-director Abraham has stated that, as an Israeli Jew, many of whose relatives were killed in the Nazi Holocaust, he does not feel welcome in Germany”
Yawn. Having an identity as an “Israeli Jew” is analogous to having one as a “Third Reich German”. Those with such identities shouldn’t feel welcome in any decent place.
Surely those of us who oppose ethnic supremacism and genocide can agree on at least one thing: the need for the de-recognition of the State of Israel? This means come to a port of entry in any country and try to get in with an Israeli passport and you will be refused entry, the same as if you’d held out a blank piece of paper.
What is this f***ing nonsense that the State of Israel or the Zionist organisation is some kind of representative of the Jews murdered by a German regime of 80 years ago? All it is is Nakba-justification. The Zionists don’t represent anyone apart from the Zionists. And they certainly don’t represent any kind of humanitarian principle. The idea that they do is completely absurd. They are national socialists. Dunno why this is difficult to recognise.
Totally agree. IMO when someone who identifies as an Israeli jew (AKA Zionist) starts mentioning the holocaust ™ then it’s time to totally ignore them and their views. They are playing the sympathy card trying to justify their genocidal agenda. The holocaust ™, whatever it really was, is just a tool in the hands of these sick bastards, and the more they harp on about it, the more I begin to smell a big fat convenient lie.
And probably always have been. See Tom Segev’s “We Are Conquerors”, an autobiography of Ben Gurion (reviewed LRB -https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v41/n20/adam-shatz/we-are-conquerors)
“As Segev makes clear, his ‘socialism’ was always in the service of his nationalism: when he invoked the ‘dictatorship of the Hebrew labourer’, he meant the dictatorship of the Histadrut and Mapai, the Palestinian Workers’ Party he founded in 1930.”
Violent, militarist, populist, imperialist, ‘totalitarian’, dictatorship; he meets the principal definitions of Ur fascism articulated by Umberto Eco.
” ‘Even all of Palestine is not our final goal.’ “
Mike T
Might correspond, a text in JACOBIN on this problem:
“Before World War II, Zionism Was a Fringe Ideology”
By Clare Lemlich
“Prior to Israel’s founding, the majority of European Jews rejected the idea of an ethnically Jewish nation. Instead they fought antisemitism by building solidarity.”
https://archive.is/eK2eu
It isn´t as broad and profound as the title would suggest (mainly Poland.)
But it confirms what Khalidi, Pappé, Finkelstein have repeated: European Jews rejected Zionism before WWII.
And even – one of Finkelstein´s main points which Jack pointed out last year and me too – the Zionist left – just as your Segev quote says – turned imperialistic too.
All.of.a.sudden.
p.s. I am not sure however, if Segev was not also just a dove himself in the “lame” 1990s “Peace Now” tradition – which failed Palestinians as we can observe every day now. Eventually whitewashingt people like Yitzhak-with-and F-16-in-your-pocket-you-can-always-make-peace-Rabin.
@Brian Red: Not a pleasant or rational comment or thread to read. Such absurd and deplorable criticism, ridiculous identity & location politics is not Red, but Brown. Nobody, not even people born in Zionist Israel like Yuval Abraham, chooses where they were born, chooses their family. They choose what they do, and Abraham made praiseworthy choices.
Plenty of Third Reich Germans were very bad people – or heroes who opposed the Reich. And every shade in between. It is comical for those sitting comfortably far away to pass such judgments on someone accepted by someone like his codirector Basel Adra.
The trailer is on Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pI2IXKtlew
This film is showing in the UK now, both in London and elsewhere.
Coldish
you´ve seen it? I obviously have not. I did not intend to do any injustice to it. But knowing the ins and outs of cultural life I was, er, extrapolating on what it might be like.
I saw No Other Land this afternoon at the Monopol cinema in Munich. I saw nothing in the film that I would describe as even remotely anti-Jewish or anti-semitic. Much of the action centres on demolitions of family houses and of a village school, with mostly verbal altercations between villagers and the Israeli military and officials. The film includes archive material, including a visit by Tony Blair to a school, apparently the one that was demolished in the film. I got the impression that the Israeli settlers were more regarded as more dangerous than the military.
“I’m not afraid, I’m Scottish” – there’s your next book title, Craig,..
Excellent report, thank you.
You may have missed the rhetorical power of alliteration here.
It’s “I’m not scared. I’m Scottish.”
Shades of Jean-Paul Belmondo when pulled over by an American cop: “are you foreign ?”, “no I’m French”.
“Ah’m no glarin’. Ah’m frae Glesca.” 🏴
I’m surprized no mention of the late Robert Fisk who whose high level contacts in Lebanon would still be there.
Fascinating reporting Craig but please beware Mossad agents are no doubt everywhere in Lebanon.
One good factor is that Trump seems to want bombing to stop over Lebanon and may pressure Netanyahu. Republicans have a golden opportunity to equate the starving children dying slow deaths under the rubble in Gaza to the Democrat leadership thus assuring they would stay in the White House for some time. However Trump has already fallen in the trap of associating with Netanyahu soon to be yesterdays man whilst also appointing Rubio and Huckabee.
They just never learn.
CM’s picture there reminded me of the late, great Robert Fisk.
Heart in throat reading.
I’m sure that it would have been considered- but there is still print media around the globe that isn’t part of the Ziofascist billionaire propaganda monopolies.
Perhaps Chinese, African or Indian?
The BRICS+ must have plenty of clout left as accredited journals.
I’d suggest the Tehran Times, but it’s probably a bit too close for comfort.
or the Scottish National which masquerades as an Indy supporting paper. But It’s foundation and ownership trail goes via NY media barons to Abu Dhabi sovereign funds.
These terrorists drones constantly overhead frightening children, sound like the worst nightmare of never ending doodlebugs.
Whoever makes and operates them are guilty of crimes against humanity.
They should not be forgotten in the coming reckoning no matter how kind it takes to track down the Zionazis and their stolen wealth.
I’ll scrap together a bit more on top of subscription again for December – this reporting is way too important to be left unfunded.
Since Craig has done some wonderful reporting from courtrooms all over Europe could he not do a report on Netanyahu’s upcoming court case scheduled for 2nd December, although I would advise against it? He is accused and charged with fraud, bribery, and breach of trust in three separate cases filed in 2019. He faces a potential prison sentence of up to 10 years.
The Jerusalem District Court rejected on 13 November a request made by Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to delay his testimony in his corruption trial by 10 weeks.
The court said the premier has already had five months to prepare for his testimony, which is scheduled for 2 December.
“We were not convinced that a substantial change in circumstances has occurred which would justify a change to the date we set in our [original] decision.” As a result, Netanyahu will be forced to take the stand.
https://thecradle.co/articles/top-israeli-court-rejects-netanyahus-request-to-delay-criminal-trial
I’ll bet Netanyahu’s lawyers could find loopholes in the ten commandments, but very interesting, also other members of his inner circle are in the frame for various security related offences. see above comment link.
Personally, if I were one of the prosecutors I would say to Netanyahu what the sheriff said to Marlon Brando in the film ‘one eyed jacks’ “Don’t worry kid, we’ll give you a fair trial, then we’ll hang you”
… or take the line so often used in the first world war… “You will be given a fair trial and shot at dawn.”
What’s the weather and the food like?
Whenever I read anything like this the same question occurs to me. Why don’t American Christians give a fig for Near Eastern Christians?
They couldn’t care less even about their fellow Christianist Americans if they’re the wrong colour
“Why don’t American Christians give a fig for Near Eastern Christians?”
They never did (if we substitute Latin Christians for Americans). Eastern Christianity suffered a setback from the Crusades that they never recovered from. Before they were probably more numerous than the Muslims; afterwards they were in a severe minority, though not as few as now.
I’ve also never understood why ‘american christians’, ie. americans who worship the Christ child, love the Israeli Jews, ie. the one’s who apparently sold out Christ to the Romans. Given that the fanatical Jews believe that all the Goyim are going to be eternally damned, it seems strange. There again, trying to make sense of the average american is a Sisyphean task, they speak ‘english’ but might as well be from Mars.
Christanists think (if their deluded mumbo-jumbo can be called ‘thinking’) that Biblical prophesies have to be fullfilled. That includes establishing a homeland for Jews in the middle east – which is why they’re so happy about it.
There also needs to be a great war there – which is why Christianists get so giddy with excitement whenever wars break out. They actually believe that when the pile of bodies is sufficiently high, the baby Jesus will be satisfied, and – smiling – come slithering down the pile of bodies, bring about the Rapture, and kill all Jews who don’t convert on the spot.
I kid you not – they actually believe in and enthusiastically want this, and do everything to try to further this goal.
I was taught no such things during 12 years in Catholic schools.
Americans once were horrified by the Armenian genocide. American Protestant.sects, notably Presbyterians, established schools and colleges throughout the Middle East. Surviving such schools.are the American Schools in Beirut and Cairo and Robert College in Istanbul. Originally, they chiefly taught local Christians, although now many of the students are Muslim.
Probably because they’re protestant, that is, chris with the good bits left out.
Mr. Murray,
Keep up the great work.
My hair stands on end just reading this article but it is difficult to blame the Lebanese authorities for taking such a suspicious approach given its history.
Lara Marlowe gives a similar hair raising account of her introduction to Beirut in + Chapter 2 “Beirut Mon Amour” of her Love in a Time of War. My Years with Robert Fisk (Apollo Books 2020). This was in 1987 when there was an uneasy lull in its civil war. Re-reading it, although the actors and parts of the script have changed – Syria was in the role of “peacekeeper” and hostage taking was rife – the underlying cause – Israel – has not.
Marlowe writes “Robert (Fisk) could show understanding towards virtually every other group in Lebanon, but he never forgave the Phalange and their successors in the Lebanese Forces for their alliance with Israel, and for repeated massacres of Palestinians. Not all Maronites support fascist ideology, far from it. But Robert questioned how Israel could sponsor a movement whose origins were inspired by anti-Semitic European fascism”.
As an American, Marlowe should never have been there as President Reagan had imposed a travel ban following the earlier blowing up of the American Embassy by “a hitherto unknown group calling itself Islamic Jihad – as part of the Iranian revolution’s campaign against the imperialist presence”.
Marlowe introduces the chapter with a three-verse song/poem “To Beirut”.
“My heartfelt greetings to Beirut
I send kisses to the sea and houses
And to the rock that is like the face of an ancient mariner
From the soul of her people she makes wine
From their sweat she makes bread and jasmine
How did she come to taste of smoke and fire?
To Beirut She brings glory from the ashes
And from the blood of the child she cradled in her arms
My city has snuffed out her lantern
Enclosed herself in darkness
You are mine, you are mine
Embrace me, you are mine
You are my flag, my wave-tossed journey, the stone I carry to tomorrow
The wounds of our people have blossomed
Their mothers’ tears too
You Beirut, you are mine Enfold me”
— Joseph Harb
From 1948 and the creation of the state of Israel the whole story of Lebanon is a tragedy in several acts.
Brilliant report Craig; you’re quite a man; but then again: of course, you’re Scottish. Sending some dosh with PayPal. Orrabest and keep safe, as well as your friend and colleague, Niels.
Very interesting read Craig, thank you, reading the text it feels like I am there myself.
It would be interesting to hear something about the sectarian aspect and how much that influence support/rejection of Hezbollah and even the Palestinian cause. That comment you got from that officer ( “why do you want to support the Palestinians? If you want to support the Palestinians, why don’t you go to Gaza and join them?”) confirm my fear that Lebanon is quite divided/weak. While western media is busy talking about Iranian influence, a way bigger influence, I reckon, comes from Saudi Arabia.
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I noticed that HRW today accused Israel of committing “crimes against humanity” but when I read the report it dealt solely with the so called “displacements” (why not call it ethnic cleansing?) and not the systematic, senseless, cruel, inhumane bombing of Gaza.
Israel’s Crimes Against Humanity in Gaza
Forced Displacement of Palestinians Leaves Much of Area Uninhabitable
https://www.hrw.org/news/2024/11/14/israels-crimes-against-humanity-gaza
Nonetheless, I am sure human rights organizations will put out the same type of reports on Israel’s destruction of Lebanon. The wholesome destruction of Shia-areas – like that of Dahiya, could constitute acts of genocide by the intent to eradicate a certain religious group.
Once again, Craig, the detail you provide, as in your court reports and other missives, paint an engrossing picture of what it is actually like in Beirut, the likes of which i have not seen in any other media. It puts me in mind of the late, great Robert Fisk. I do worry about you, but i also believe your commitment to truth and justice marks you out as possessor of a rare conscience and determination to do something rather than wring your hands in despair as most of us do, with increasing futility and helplessness.
So i will gladly donate to assist you, and look forward to more fine reporting which will fill in all the blanks which riddle the mainstream reporting – increasingly designed i think to distance us all from it and thus prevent any sense of humanity or empathy with the ordinary people of Lebanon. The downgrading of the constant death toll in Gaza is symptomatic of this heartlessness and covert support for the genocide, illustrated vividly by the concocted nonsense about the poor little football fans who came to Holland for trouble and got roughed up for their disgusting behaviour. The blatant and eager manipulation of the public, in favour of a butchering and criminal government in israel is staggering, even if it has been customary, reaching new levels of quite sickening lying propaganda. It is stunning in its open mendacity.
Therefore what you are proposing to do is an extremely valuable service, even if it sounds extremely hazardous, since we all know how little Israel cares about human life, especially journalists, medics, children and anybody not them. So look after yourself better than your initial experiences, and I hope you get a very good fixer/translator, who could well save your life. And please don’t be foolhardy, you can do a lot of good without going into danger zones. Simply reporting life on the streets and in the homes of Beirut is a powerful antidote to the bland ignorance of mainstream reporting, which is simply a regurgitation of Israeli and right wing talking points. So stay safe, be vigilant and please come home alive.
A vivid read, but you have already predicted how it plays out: Dahiya and other Hezbollah strongholds flattened after a year of bombing. What is the point of offering yourself up to psychotic Israeli drone operators? Not one has been prosecuted or even condemned for daily targeting of toddlers. Think about their mentality.
Many thanks for this and all of your efforts. Very small donation just sent.
Just two weeks? Why couldn’t you have made it two years?
Thank you, Ambassador* Murray. I deeply appreciate your reporting on the situation in Lebanon, and the risks you are taking there. Stay alive!
* “Ambassador” used here as an Honorific Title, assigned for life, based on past – and continued – tireless efforts to set things right by shining light into dark places. As a Citizen of Earth, I believe Craig Murray deserves this title, though, sadly, we have no Planetary Government capable of making it official.
Just take care. Endorse previous comments, but would prefer to read your considered views much further down the road. Inshallah.