Suffer the Little Children


As I sit down to write this piece the first pictures of civilian casualties are coming through on television from the battlefields in Iraq. Among them are little children, injured, bewildered, in pain, howling. One young girl was said to have been injured so badly that she is unlikely to walk again.

They were being shown off to the press, with cameras flashing. Not only had they suffered the physical traumata and shock of their injuries, but they were being used as propaganda. With the collusion of the world’s media, their pain and grief was on display for everyone to see. No thought of privacy or confidentiality or rights. Victims of injury and of exploitation to make a point.

They are children now, but their injuries will stay with them into adulthood. I hope that at some point in the future those responsible will be able to explain to them why they had to go through these horrific experiences, why it was they who had to pay the price on behalf of their government and leader, why it was necessary to fight rather than wait for the United Nations inspectors to complete their task, why the Iraqi government felt it necessary to conceal weapons of mass destruction, why it needed them, why western governments decided to sell weapons to Iraq in the first place, why countries feel the need to manufacture and sell arms at all, when war is known to be so damaging and destructive.

There are a lot of people who have played a role in the tragedy that led to the children’s injuries - arms salesmen, politicians, religious leaders, the crew of the aircraft that dropped the bomb, and the rest of us who have looked on for years as the situation in Iraq deteriorated and thought to ourselves that it was all a long way away.

To persuade the children that there was a point to their injuries will take some doing, so I hope that we all have good arguments. I hope we will also be prepared to listen to their answers.

War should now be a thing of the past.



A big burly man paid a visit to the pastor's home. "Sir" he said, "I wish to draw your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family. The father is unemployed and the mother can't work because of the ten children she is bringing up. They are hungry and will be forced on the streets unless someone pays their rent."
"How terrible" exclaimed the preacher. Touched by the concern of a man with such a gruff appearance, he asked "May I ask who you are?"
"Yes" sobbed the visitor, "I'm their landlord"




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