At the Al-Hamra Pool I’m a Babe Once More, And I Wanna Iraqi!

This June, I spent many evenings in Baghdad sitting around the pool of the Al-Hamra Hotel in a bikini. It was one of the Western oases in Baghdad, and at the white plastic tables foreign reporters drank cheap beer, gossiping and creating the viewpoint that magically becomes the consensus press stance in each war zone-here, Read More

Who Will Trust Our Man in Iraq?

The costs cannot be calculated nor the consequences foreseen, yet we are now officially bringing democracy to the people of Iraq. For all the happy talk emanating from the White House about Iraqis ruling themselves, it is clear that the war’s intellectual authors have strong ideas about exactly which Iraqis should end up in charge. Read More

Hawks Have My Head, Doves Have My Heart, Guess Which Wins?

Ambivalence is not a useful sentiment on the brink of war, but my misgivings about military action have been tempered, or complicated, by the writing of various Iraqi exiles as well as the testimony of those persecuted by the regime. In the right context, with the right ambitions, it could be a moral act to Read More