Words & Reflectionsthis happy news approach to theway Saddam and Arab governmentstations used to air only positivenews of the government.• Sometimes, 21st century instant coveragetechnology got in the way ofreporting from the war. Some of themost thorough work was done withpencil and notebook, including coverageby Rolling Stone’s Evan Wright,who was with a Marine recon unit.• There was network news camaraderieon the battlefield when ABC News“Nightline’s” Ted Koppel acted as afatherly adviser and comforter to acolleague at CBS following the deathof NBC News correspondent DavidBloom.• Although embedding appeared towork well, Pentagon officials haveindicated that embedding might notbe repeated, depending on the natureof the war and the battlefield.These observations scratch the surfaceof what will surely be an evolvinggive-and-take relationship between themedia and the military. The foot soldiersof today are not just those whocarry weapons. They are also the press.If the 19th century German historianKarl von Clausewitz were alive today,his famous adage might now read, “Waris the continuation of media by othermeans.” Still, it’s the simple truths aboutwar reporting that resonate the loudest,at least to my ears. For example,there are the evocative words of AnnaBadkhen, a young staff writer for theSan Francisco Chronicle, who has filedstories from war zones in Chechnya,Gaza, the West Bank, Kashmir andKabul. She was in northern Iraq whenwe spoke by satellite phone and lives inMoscow with her husband, BostonGlobe Bureau Chief David Filipov, andsix-year old son, Fyodor.Because her assignments often requireher to spend months away fromher home, she admits to experiencingpsychological fallout from her work.“For me personally, war reportingcomes at a high emotional cost. I don’tknow how many people wake up fromnightmares with bullets in their forehead,but it strikes me as a severe priceto pay. I have these recurring dreams ofbeing executed. I have dreams of killingchildren. I have dreams of beingtortured,” she told us. “I’m afraid thetraumas of war must show even athome. Wars are bad, they are devastating,they are terrifying. There can be nogood memories from a war.” ■Bill Katovsky is the coauthor, withTimothy Carlson, of “Embedded: TheMedia at War in Iraq: An Oral History,”published in 2003 by LyonsPress. For more book information,go to www.embeddedthebook.com.bkatovsky@aol.comReporting in Closed Societies‘Every lie tells you a truth. If you just leave your eyes and ears open,it’s extremely revealing.’Embedded: The Media at War in Iraq: An Oral HistoryEdited by Bill Katovsky and Timothy CarlsonThe Lyons Press. 422 Pages. $23.95.John Burns, The New York Times’s chiefforeign correspondent, was interviewedfor this book (even though hewas not embedded), and his wordsappear in a chapter entitled, “TheMoral Compass of Iraq.” Excerpts fromhis observations about reporting inIraq and from other areas of conflictfollow.“There was one major media organization—theBBC—that didn’t even go toAbu Ghraib prison on the afternoon ofOctober the 20th last year. Imaginebeing in the Soviet Union, and you hada chance to be admitted to the heart ofdarkness at the time of the Great Terror.That is what Abu Ghraib was allabout. You had the BBC thinking it wasinappropriate to go there because itmeans that it causes trouble. I couldn’tfind among my colleagues a single onewho had read the human rights reportsabout Abu Ghraib. When Abu Ghraibcame down, most didn’t even knowwhere Abu Ghraib was.“We were summoned on that Sundaymorning to form a motorcade outsidethe Information Ministry. Theydidn’t tell us where we were going. Itturned out to be Saddam’s first tacticalresponse to Bush.… as we headed west on themotorway, anybody who’d read thehuman rights reports knew where wewere going. The problem was even80 <strong>Nieman</strong> Reports / Winter 2003
Words & Reflectionswhen we arrived outside it, 98 percentof them [journalists] had never heardof Abu Ghraib. Had no idea of what itwas. …“I found myself in the executionchamber—Special Judgment Division—where20 or 30 butcher’s hookshanging from the ceiling rusty and red,soiled trousers were thrown about theroom. It was horrid. Protests started inthe days that followed. Sweeping acrossthis prison floor were mostly women.Looking for sons, husbands, brothers,who had disappeared years before;wailing and throwing themselves onthe ground and appealing to Allah. Youcouldn’t miss this. They then formedthemselves into groups and went toprotest outside Intelligence Ministrybuildings, which is phenomenal. Theynever protest. Some of my colleagueschose not to cover that. Saying it wouldonly get you into trouble.“The whole performance was woeful.I knew that I was walking a very fineline. The question was not so muchcould I get a new visa, because I wassure the time would come I couldn’teven buy a visa. The question was,would I end up in Abu Ghraib myself?“In February I was denied a visa.Then I found there were visas available.I was in Amman. Some of myrivals who had omitted to notice thatIraq was a terror state were busy heresucking up. They were very pleasedwith themselves. These were peoplewho’d argued that it was essential to bein Iraq for the war. I got a visa ofdubious quality; it was a visa whichallowed me to come in and cover thepeace movement. I assumed I wouldbe thrown out immediately. I arrivedonly two weeks before the war.“I went to the ministry of informationdirector, General Uday Al-Tayyib.I said to him, ‘We’ll never agree aboutthe nature of this society. But you’reabout to go to war with the UnitedStates. I think that you need America’sprincipal newspaper here.’ He said,‘You’ve written a great deal about killinghere in Iraq, Mr. Fisher,’ as theycalled me, which is my middle name,‘This is good. This is a shame for theIraqi people. But now the Americanswill be killing Iraqis. Will you writeabout that?’ I said, ‘Whether it’s anIraqi government that is killing Iraqis,or an American government that iskilling Iraqis, it’s the same to me; I willwrite about both.’“They accredited me. But I was immediatelywarned by friends in theministry that it was a ruse; I would notbe given a minder. They took my passportaway and held it for five days untila man who is said to be a deputydirector of the Mukhabarat showed upone day—a certain Mr. Sa’ad Mutana.He was assigned to be my minder. Hewas an extremely unpleasant man. Atthis point a dozen people from theInformation Ministry came to me andsaid, ‘Get out!’ He was certainly thesenior official. He introduced himselfas a former general. The reason theykept me here is that when the warstarts, I could become a hostage. Well,I stayed. On the night of April 1, theycame to my room at this hotel and said,‘You’re under arrest. We’ve known allalong you’re a CIA agent. You will nowcollaborate with us or we will take youto a place from which you will notreturn.’ They stole all my equipment.They stole all my money. Then theyleft. The hotel had no electrical powerat the time. They said, ‘You stay in yourroom.’ I assumed they left somebodyoutside. I went out into the darkenedcorridor. There was nobody there, so Islipped into the stairway. To tell youthe truth, I didn’t know what to do. Asit happened, a friend of mine, an Italiantelevision correspondent, happenedto be coming up the stairwell.She asked, ‘What are you doing?’ Ireplied, ‘I really don’t know. I’m atwit’s end.’ She said, ‘You come to myroom. They won’t attack my room.’She is a former Italian communist whohad not challenged them. So there’s astrange inversion. I found my safety ata critical moment with an old friendwho had not challenged them. …“Now left with the residue of all ofthis, I would say there are serious lessonsto be learned. Editors of greatnewspapers, and small newspapers,and editors of great television networksshould exact from their correspondentsthe obligation of telling the truth aboutthese places. It’s not impossible to tellthe truth. I have a conviction aboutclosed societies, that they’re actuallymuch easier to report on than theyseem, because the act of closure isitself revealing. Every lie tells you atruth. If you just leave your eyes andears open, it’s extremely revealing. Wenow know that this place was a lotmore terrible than even people like mehad thought. There is such a thing asabsolute evil. I think people just simplydidn’t recognize it. They rationalized itaway. I cannot tell you with what fury Ilistened to people tell me throughoutthe autumn that I must be on a kamikazemission. They said it with a greatdeal of glee, over the years, that thiswas not a place like the others. …“In this profession, we are not paidto be neutral. We are paid to be fair,and they are completely differentthings. For example, in Bosnia it wasperfectly clear from very early on whowere the principal villains of that war.Yes, the Muslims and the Croats got offsome mayhem. But who started thewar? Who did the overwhelming majorityof the killing? The Serbs did. Iworked for an editor at the time whowanted me to iron out of my stories anyimplication that there was one principaloffender. He would have beenhappy with a story that said, ‘They areall as bad as one another. This has beengoing on in the Balkans since the beginningof time.’ This attitude comesfrom a complete misapprehension asto what our business is. Yes, we shouldbe absolutely ruthless as to fact. Weshould not approach a story with somesort of ideological template that weimpose on it. We should let the factslead us to conclusions, but if the conclusionsseem clear, then we shouldnot avoid those on the basis of an ideawe are supposed to be neutral. Becauseif that were the case, they mightas well hire a stenographer, and a stenographerwould be a lot cheaper thanI am.“As far as I am concerned, when theyhire me, they hire somebody who has aconscience and who has a passion aboutthese things. I think I was a little bitadvantaged in this, because I am 58years old.” ■<strong>Nieman</strong> Reports / Winter 2003 81