http://www.editorandpublisher.com/eandp/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1003655442'L.A. Times' Reporter Chronicles Human Side of War
By Sarah Weber
Published: October 08, 2007 4:00 PM ET
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This fracturing of the Iraqi society is a recurring theme in Susman's reports. It is also something that Western readers truly do not understand.
"It's so hard for people at a distance to realize that most Iraqis are not involved in this sectarian war," she says. "Most of them couldn't care less whether someone is Sunni or Shiite or Christian. Before the war, most of them had no idea what religion their neighbors were. Now they're kind of forced to pay attention to it all, if only so they don't end up like that guy who got kidnapped."
In the midst of this daily struggle for survival, Susman acknowledges not just the Western journalists covering Iraq, but the locals who have, in the pages of the L.A. Times, anonymously shared their personal accounts of everyday life.
In one such account, an Iraqi whom Susman describes as living the American dream -- an engineer with a wife, two kids, and a dog -- must decide whether to give his dog away. The reason? The gunfire in his neighborhood is so constant and loud that it is driving the dog crazy.
Another anonymous author told of walking by a body in a pool of blood on his way to buy groceries in western Baghdad. The man turned out to still be alive, yet everyone who passed was too afraid to help him. The author was distressed and guilty, but knew that for safety's sake, he could not stop and help.
"I went on to another grocery store," he wrote, "staying for about five minutes while shopping for tomatoes, onions, and other vegetables. During that time, the man managed to sit up and wave to passing cars. No one stopped. Then, a white Volkswagen pulled up. A passenger stepped out with a gun, walked steadily to the wounded man and shot him three times. The car took off down a side road and vanished.
"No one did anything. No one lifted a finger. The only reaction came from a woman in a grocery store. In a low voice, she said, 'My God, bless his soul.'"
Just another day in Baghdad.