From: Truth-Out
Monday, 16 November 2015 00:00
By Laura Gottesdiener, TomDispatch | Op-Ed
Monday, 16 November 2015 00:00
By Laura Gottesdiener, TomDispatch | Op-Ed
When people ask me what my new job is like, I tell them that I wake
up very early and count the dead. When I say "very early," I mean a few
minutes after four a.m., as the sky is just softening to the color of
faded purple corduroy. By "the dead," I mostly mean people across the
world that my government has killed or helped another nation's
government kill while I was sleeping.
Once I was a freelance reporter, spending weeks or months covering a
single story. Today, I'm a news producer at Democracy Now! and, from the
moment I arrive at the office, I'm scouring the wire services for the
latest casualties from Washington's war zones. It's a disconcerting job
for someone used to reporting stories on the ground. As I cull through
the headlines - "Suspected US drone strike kills 4 militants in Pakistan"; "US troops dispatched to Kunduz to help Afghan forces" - I've never felt so close to this country's various combat zones. And yet I'm thousands of miles away.
Usually, I try to avoid talking about our wars once I leave the
office. After all, what do I know? I wasn't there when the American
gunship began firing on that hospital Doctors Without Borders ran in
Kunduz, and I didn't get there afterwards either. Nor was I in Yemen's
Saada province a few weeks later when a Doctors Without Borders health
clinic was bombed. MORE
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