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LUDIC LOG
01.10.2005
(Defense attorney
Guy) Womack said pictures that appeared to portray abuse, such as one
showing the detainees stacked in the human pyramid...did not depict any
wrongdoing. Womack told the jurors, "You see a picture of men stacked
up in a pyramid. Don't cheerleaders form pyramids all across America?" (from
an AP article about the trial of Abu Ghraib torture suspect Charles
Graner)
"So, Specialist Graner, you see here the photograph -- this is labeled
Exhibit 31A in your information packets, jury -- of the prisoners,
these are Iraqi detainees, in a naked human pyramid."
"Yes, sir."
"And this was taken at Abu Ghraib's prison facility during the period
in which you served there. Can you identify the person standing
to the left, who appears to be pointing and smiling?"
"Yes, sir. That would be me."
"And what have you got to say for yourself?"
"I want to apologize, sir."
"You do?"
"Yes, sir. We never could get that damn pyramid right, and I
accept all the responsibility for the action."
"You take full responsibility?"
"Yes, sir. I absolutely pushed those boys too far too fast."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I should have gotten them started with simpler stuff. I mean,
don't get me wrong, they were real troupers. They mastered the
basics -- jumping splits, cartwheels, backflips, high kicks, even
rudimentary pom work -- in no time flat. And they certainly
weren't lacking for spirit."
"I see."
"It's just...no offense to the Iraqi people, sir, but it's like the
Dark Ages over there."
"Specialist Graner, you've been warned about racial epithets in this
courtmartial proceeding."
"Damn it, sir, those people know nothing about cheer, not the way we
know it in America. You don't know what I was working with.
We were using shredded newspapers for poms. We had a rolled-up
hygeine poster doubling as a megaphone. And that language of
theirs, you know how hard it is to pronounce sis-boom-bah in
Arabic? It took me almost six weeks to get them to learn
who-do-we-appreciate, and even then, most of them would say 'Saddam!'
instead of 'Cougars!'. Why the hell do you think they were naked,
anyway, sir?"
"Why don't you tell me, soldier?"
"Because our cheer outfits have been on order for over a year!
And not that I'm trying to jump on the bandwagon or anything, but I
noticed that the regulars up in Mosul got their skirts and letter
sweaters months before we
reservists did."
"So you're taking the blame? The buck stops here with you?"
"I accept full responsibility, sir. The pyramid is one of the
most complex cheer maneuvers to learn, and they just weren't ready for
it. In fact, I'd like to thank the people who turned me in.
I shudder to think what would have happened a week later if they hadn't
interfered when they did."
"What was going to happen in a week?"
"Baton, sir. I was going to start them on baton."
"Dear God."
"I'm not proud of it, sir. I'm not proud. And damn it,
cheering has to be about
pride."
TODAY'S DRIFTWOOD: "Any poet, if he is to survive as a writer beyond
his twenty-fifth year, must alter; he must seek new literary
influence. He will have different emotions to express."
(T.S. Eliot)