Come from the Shadows. Terry Glavin
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COME from the SHADOWS
the LONG and LONELY
STRUGGLE for PEACE in
AFGHANISTAN
TERRY GLAVIN
COME FROM THE
SHADOWS
Douglas & McIntyre D&M PUBLISHERS INC. Vancouver/Toronto/Berkeley
Copyright © 2011 by Terry Glavin
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Map by Eric Leinberger
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The photo depicts a Kuchi woman of the Niazi tribe, Kandahar, 2004.
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Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.
—“The Partisan,” Leonard Cohen, 1969
The wind blows through the graves,
freedom will return.
We will be forgotten. We will return to the shadows.
—“Le Complainte du Partisan,” Emmanuel d’Astier de la Vigerie and Anna Marly, 1943
CONTENTS
five “If Ever a Country Deserved Rape”
seven The International Brigades
appendix Sources on Public Opinion
“Indifference to objective truth is encouraged by the sealing-off of one part of the world from another, which makes it harder and harder to discover what is actually happening. There can often be a genuine doubt about the most enormous events. For example, it is impossible to calculate within millions, perhaps even tens of millions, the number of deaths caused by the present war. The calamities that are constantly being reported—battles, massacres, famines, revolutions—tend to inspire in the average person a feeling of unreality. One has no way of verifying the facts, one is not even fully certain that they have happened, and one is always presented with totally different interpretations from different sources . . . Probably the truth is discoverable, but the facts will be so dishonestly set forth in almost any newspaper that the ordinary reader can be forgiven either for swallowing lies or failing to form an opinion. The general uncertainty as to what is really happening makes it easier to cling to lunatic beliefs.”
—from George Orwell’s “Notes on Nationalism,” in Polemic, October 1945
THE LITTLE CITY of Daste Barchi is not on any official map, and there are no road signs to tell you how to find it. To get there, you look for a particular dirt track that seems to come out of nowhere from behind the bombed-out hulk of the Duralaman Palace on the outskirts of Kabul. You follow the track into the foothills of the snow-covered Paghman Mountains. It becomes a rutted, westward-twisting dirt road for about an hour or so, and then it begins to weave through Jabarhan, a teeming place of tiny, flat-roofed mud brick houses and narrow alleyways alive with children and flocks of sheep and chickens. Just when you think you’re lost, and the road could not get any narrower, you are in Daste Barchi.
Daste