Backgammon in Baghdad
By Kelly Hayes-Raitt
February 7, Baghdad -- A Voices in the Wilderness volunteer from Kansas
held a fundraiser for a children's center. Bowling for Baghdad featured
bootleg rum and a bowling match between activists and reporters (reporters
won).
I was much more popular as a bartender than as a bowler: I have not the
slightest clue about the proportion of rum to coke and apparently erred
on the rum side. On the other hand, I guttered twice.
Games are big in Iraq. Every afternoon, young men gather across the street
from our hotel for their football (soccer) matches. Every evening, older
men gather in coffee houses for their domino and backgammon matches.
Soccer playing fields are sparse and dirty. American bombs hit sewage
and waste treatment plants in 1991. Efforts to rebuild have been crippled
by the U.N. sanctions, which prevent the importation of chlorine and spare
parts for repairs.
Additionally, erratic electricity makes treating sewage and drinking
water difficult. Half the sewage treatment plants are inoperable, and
another 25p ercent do not meet environmental standards.
Daily, 500,000 tons of raw sewage are dumped into the Tigris and other
rivers, contaminating down-stream drinking water sources. Only half the
number of garbage trucks operate. Childhood diarrhea has quadrupled since
before the Gulf War; typhoid fever has increased from 2,240 cases/year
to 27,000 cases/year.
Gone are the public gardens and landscaping and greenery. In its place
are brown, decrepit, trash-strewn playgrounds. Yet, the young soccer players
clean their field and play with gusto, not missing an opportunity to show
off for a strange American woman who is lured to their perimeter by retrieving
a stray ball.
By contrast, a woman wandering into a coffee house attracts little attention.
Only men gather in these cacophonous rooms where the coffee is as thick
as the smoke-filled air. The delicate china teacups are a surprising contrast
to the triumphant slamming of dominoes on the tiled tables.
It is in the coffee house across from my hotel that I meet Dhia, a 24-year-old
English literature graduate with a strong command of English and a quick
sense of humor. Although I am the only woman here at 4:00 in the afternoon,
I feel at home. Dhia assures me it is fine for me to be here, writing
and drinking coffee as thick as melted chocolate, joking with him and
his cohorts and photographing the ancient floor-to-ceiling blue tiled
fireplace that serves as the centerpiece of the huge hall.
It is here that George, a photographer and delegation participant from
Ithaca, NY, teaches me backgammon. In a remarkable string of luck, I throw
repeated doubles and silently pray my luck rubs off and saves this ancient,
lively, pedestrian spot from an errant bomb. I feel petty wanting to save
a coffee house from demolition. Yet, it is places just like this that
I fear will not survive.
The mood on the street changes dramatically after President Bush's "the
games are over" speech. The hotel workers tape our windows, people
stockpile. I go for one last coffee. Dhia has prepared responses to American
letters for us to take back:
My dear friend, I'm very happy to read your letter, because it made
me know that there are many people in America [who] don't want this war
to happen.
My friend, I lost two of my aunts and many of my friends in the last
destructive war (Gulf War) and I don't want to lose any of my family [or]
my people in Iraq.
I would like to thank you and all good people in America who love
peace and oppose the war.
Thank you very much for caring about my people in Iraq and sharing
their suffering.
My name is Dhia. I'm 24 year old. I studied English literature in
Baghdad University. I hope I could get my M.A. degree in English literature.
Peace & love,
Dhia
Like many young people around the world, Dhia dreams of continuing his
education in the United States - the very country that may literally bomb
all his dreams.
Over my last Iraqi coffee, I ask Dhia if he thinks the war could be stopped.
"Only Allah can stop this war. President Bush wants to bomb,"
he answers solemnly. I am struck by the strength of his faith and the
futility of his helplessness. I ask one last question: If you could meet
President Bush, what would you say to him?
"Just leave us alone."
Kelly Hayes-Raitt traveled in Iraq during the first week of February,
meeting with women to learn the impact impending war has on their lives.
She will be discussing her trip and showing her photos at the Pacific Palisades
Library on Saturday, March 22 from 10:00 - noon. For information, call (310)
581-4421. |