Ed West writes:
Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, Bahrain, Yemen… and now Syria. The Ba’athist regime could be the next Arab government in trouble, although they won’t go without a fight. President Bashar al-Assad’s security forces have killed at least six protesters, maybe as many as 15, in the southern town of Daraa.
There’s no doubt about it – Syria is a very repressive regime, with a poor human rights record and a long history of sponsoring terrorism abroad. Damascus, outside the beautiful old town, looks like an authoritarian dictatorship, all totalitarian roundabouts and statues of swords. Pictures of Assad adorn every government building, restaurant and shop, and along the motorways – all standard fare for socialist dictatorships, except he bears a striking resemblance to the actor Tim McInnerny, best known to fans of Blackadder as Lord Percy and Captain Darling. This gives the personality cult a surreal quality, especially as he so often sports military fatigue. Assad junior took over in 2000 after the death of his father, Hafez, who seized power in 1970, and the Ba’athist state has been under “emergency rule” for even longer.
But whatever our sympathy for reformers, should we be so eager for regime change? Perhaps we should be sceptical. Because if the Assad family go, there’s a fair chance that the language spoken by Jesus Christ will go too. Syria is a predominantly Sunni Muslim country but it also has significant Shia and Christian minorities. The Assads themselves are Alawites, a Shia sect of Islam dismissed by hardline Sunnis as “little Christians”, who celebrate Easter and Christmas and use bread and wine in their religious services. Whatever else they’ve done, the Assads have managed to keep the country, a mix of Sunni, Shia, Druze, Alawite and Christian, free of conflict. After what happened in Iraq, especially to that country’s poor Christian minority, do we dare risk the same thing in Syria? I’m not even sure the Israelis, the Assads’ arch-enemies, want that.
Syria has an awesome Christian heritage. Damascus itself has a beautiful Christian quarter with a relaxed, slightly Gallic atmosphere, and such treasures as the house of Ananias and an Orthodox cathedral on Straight Street, where St Paul had his conversion. And about 40 miles north and 5,000 feet up there’s a town called Maaloula, nestling on a narrow stretch of hillside road and accessible only through one road (which still has a gate), where Aramaic is still spoken as the main language, which Lonely Planet compared to finding a Latin-speaking town in the Umbrian hills. There one can visit a fourth-century Orthodox convent of St Sergius and Bacchus, and hear the Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic (when I went it was full of Iranian Shia women in chadors, as Shia Muslims revere the shrine). It’s an incredible scene.
Incidentally I owe my existence to Syria. My grandfather was a seminarian in Beirut in the dying days of the Ottoman Empire until a visit to Damascus, where being around so many beautiful women made him realise he could not be a priest. Old Damascus has not changed that much in the century since, and the women are still beautiful – it would be a tragedy if they were to be imprisoned behind the veil and to undergo the same ordeal as their sisters in Iraq. It would also be a tragedy if Syria’s Christians underwent the same ordeal, an ordeal that would certainly mean the end of Aramaic as a spoken language.
Congratulations to Ed, a member of the Facebook group with the fairly self-explanatory name of "David Lindsay for Parliament", not only on his obvious drift away from his previous fellow-travelling with neoconservatism (the existence and fate of the ancient indigenous Christians in the Middle East is particularly effective in bringing round many such a former fellow-traveller), but also on managing to get this piece published on what someone who really is going to have to remain nameless calls "Mossad's London office noticeboard".
Today's print edition features an article at least over the name, since I doubt that she could have written it herself, of someone whom I continue to maintain, since I have never been shown any evidence to the contrary, remains a member of the Labour Party that she joined only because of Tony Blair even now that she is sitting as a Conservative MP (she is not the only one, and they are not all as unpolitical as she), and who today effectively declares herself to be one of the hundred MPs falsely passing themselves to the voters are Tories when in reality they are tightly controlled members of Likud.
But one step at a time.
Thank you for posting this under West's article, and even more so for the Egypt and Libya stuff under Will Heaven's latest. Reminds us all what we are missing. Not that they could afford you now even if Tel Aviv would let them have you.
ReplyDeleteYou have never had a problem putting up comments expressing the country house Tory/Private Eye view that the Telegraph takes an Israel first, America second, Britain nowhere position and is probably funded by Mossad. Now you have started writing it yourself both here and on the Telegrah's own blog. Considering that they are still your friends whatever professional differences you might have had with them, you are remarkably cavalier about their good name and physical safety. God help them if they ever became your enemies.
ReplyDeleteThose better paid jobs with Murdoch never did materialise, so they have changed tack.
ReplyDeleteWill Heaven's link to his article in the NATO Review does at least explain his meteoric rise even beyond being fancied by certain queeny old editors.
ReplyDeleteSo now we know. Being a posh prettyboy helps, but if you really want to get on then you need to be a posh prettyboy who would fight for America in a war against Britain and Israel is a war against America. A neat summary of most of the Telegraph.
Or all of the Times, where young Heaven will doubtless be headed for the Murdoch megabucks. You are right that Ed West has burnt that bridge, fair play to him.
Using his Telegraph blog to inform the world that he writes for the NATO Review, and we all know what that means, is nothing but (presumably authorised) willy-waving. Maybe he should be known from now onwards as Waving Willy?