“We came, we saw, he died,” cackled Hillary Rodham Clinton. The gorgon who heads Caesar’s state department was gripped by a paroxysm of joy when a CBS News reporter informed her that Col. Muammar Gadhafi had been executed. “Veni, Vidi, Vici”: “I came, I saw, I conquered” is attributed to Julius Caesar in 47 B.C.
The hilarity unfolded on October 20, 2011. Backed by American drones and French fighter jets above, our Libyan buddies, “the rebels,” apprehended Gadhafi as he fled his hometown of Sirte en route to Misrata, both on the Mediterranean Sea. As they lynched their former leader on camera, the rebels emitted their version of Hillary’s blood-curdling riff: “Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar.” Sophisticated enough to film their “justice,” these atavists had no qualms about tearing into a defenseless individual before summarily shooting him in the head.
The murder that caused Mrs. Clinton such merriment was not a random act of revenge by the army of the National Transitional Council (NTC). Gadhafi’s son, Moatassem Gadhafi, was dispatched simultaneously. (Ever the role models, the US and its “allies” killed another of Col Gadhafi’s sons and a couple of his grandchildren in May this year.) Also a laughing matter: the long-term aid and support the succubus Clinton had promised the NTC, during a just-concluded, surprise visit to Libya.
The war in Libya was Hilary’s special project. As in Greek mythology, it all began with three Gorgon sisters. Medusa’s posse included Samantha Power (special assistant to the president and member of his National Security Council), and UN Ambassador Susan Rice. The women devised the casus belli for this war, and cultivated the “angels and demons” Disney production, which starred an evil dictator who was killing his noble people, and three amazon warriors, who—high on estrogen-driven paternalism—rode to the rescue.
Human Rights Watch is tracking the blood sports in Libya as best it can (for the NTC is as transparent as the emperor in the White House). And there’s a lot to laugh about. “Fifty-three people, apparent Gadhafi supporters, had been executed at a hotel in Sirte between October 14 and October 19.” It appears that “their hands had been bound behind their backs when they were shot.” Russia Today confirms that another 60 corpses were discovered on the lawn of the Al-Mahari hospital. Some “had been killed execution-style, with a bullet to the head.” Many “had been bound hand and foot.”
“The willful killing of a person in custody,” Human Rights Watch warned, “is a serious violation of the laws of war and is a war crime that could be prosecuted by the International Criminal Court. The laws of war also oblige parties to a conflict to provide medical care to captured combatants.”
As the opening act at the Colosseum that is the democratic Libya, the Gadhafi bodies were displayed in a refrigerated meat container. For days, thousands filed by to gawk and to pose by the putrefying corpses. The Libyan leader was not accorded an Islamic burial as was his wish. Once again, the US has given its imprimatur to a French-Revolution like upheaval in an Islamic land.
The blood-drenched, illiberal and irreligious French Revolution bore no philosophical resemblance to the American Revolution. Indeed, your average American war hawk is more French revolutionary than American. No wonder, then, that in Iraq, Bush the barbarian brought about the destruction of an ancient Christian community dating back to the Apostles. Libya’s Christians were protected under Gadhafi. Will brother Obama’s victory prove to be a Pyrrhic one for them as well?
Fresh from finishing off a 16-year old Yemeni boy—the son of Anwar al-Awlaki had just been killed by a US missile strike in southern Yemen—an invigorated Barack Hussein Obama hastened to broadcast his jubilation over the Gadhafi killings: “You’ve won your revolution,” the president of the United States assured Libyans.
Let us not kid ourselves about the quality of justice Gadhafi would have received in a US-backed rebel courtroom. Under American auspices, a stoic Saddam Hussein, noose about his neck, was hung (and heckled by a hooded Shiite executioner). Even more repugnant than that hasty hanging were the US-sponsored legal proceedings that preceded it. (All the obligatory denunciations of Hussein apply here, naturally. Bad man. Bad man. Bad man.) That Tribunal, which was branded “made-in-America,” and masqueraded as a court of law, more closely resembled the French Revolutionary Assembly, meting justice by popular demand.
“The concept of a society is based on the quality of its mercy, of its sense of fair play, its sense of justice,” goes that memorable line from the film “Midnight Express” (which surely represented Hollywood at its heyday). The protagonist’s protest against his inhuman and inhumane Turkish jailers was a plea against a merciless authority, the kind the US and its surrogates (“NATO”) around the world have, increasingly, come to represent.
But the parting (or Parthian) shot from “Midnight Express” that best captures the crassness and cruelty of Hillary’s countenance is this: asking mercy from the merciless is “like asking a bear to sh-t in a toilet.”
©2011 By ILANA MERCER