While all of the media fell over themselves to report the Iraqi Wikileaks, few media outlets are going back to their own coverage and acknowledging how they had failed at the time to report many of the atrocities we now know the US military knew about, and covered up.
One glaring example: the slaughter of thousands that took place in Fallujah, where all media correspondents were banned, so no one could report on what the Americans were doing.
The footage captured by Independent News correspondent Kevin Sites reflects on the controversial “Fallujah mosque shooting” video he captured in November of 2004, footage which was available on the internet and even on Kevin Sites own web page, but was ignored by the mass media.
Reports such as the one I’ve included below were common place to those who do not trust the mass media who tow the government and corporate line, most Muslims and people of good conscience were screaming out about the war crimes that were being committed, only to be told we were extremists, but when a liberal white face such as Julian Assange says it he’s lauded like he’s the second coming.
Shame on you.
The blood of over a million dead Iraqi’s is on your hands.
FALLUJA, IRAQ | NOVEMBER 13, 2004
The carpet of the mosque is stained with blood and covered with fragments of concrete. Tank shells and machine-gun rounds have pitted the inside walls. The rotting, sweet smell of death hangs in the morning air. Gunsmoke-laced sunbeams illuminate the bodies of four Iraqi insurgents. A fifth lies next to a column, his entire body covered by a blanket.
I shudder. Something very wrong has happened here.
Yesterday I had seen these same five men being treated by American medics for superficial wounds received during an afternoon firefight. Ten other insurgents had been killed, their bodies still scattered around the main hall in the black bags into which the Marines had placed them.
The commander of the 3.1 Marines, Lieutenant Colonel Willy Buhl, told me that these five wounded, captured enemy combatants would be transported to the rear. But now I can see that one of them appears dead and the three others are slowly bleeding to death from gunshots fired by one lance corporal, I will learn later, who used both his M-16 and his 9 mm pistol on them, just minutes before I arrived.
With my camera rolling, I walk toward the old man in the red kaffiyeh and kneel beside him. Because he was so old, maybe in his early sixties, and wearing the red headgear, he had stood out the most to me when I was videotaping the day before, after the battle.
Now the old man is struggling to breathe. Oxygenated blood bubbles from his nose. Another man, stocky and dressed in a long gray shirt called a dishdasha, is slumped in the old man’s lap. While I’m taping, the old man is bleeding to death in front of my camera. I look up to see the lance corporal who had just shot all of them moments before, now walking up to the other two insurgents against the wall, twenty feet away. One is facedown, apparently already dead. The other, dressed in an Iraqi Police uniform, is faceup but motionless, aside from his breathing.
The lance corporal says, “Hey, this one’s still breathing.” Another agrees, “Yeah, he’s breathing.” There is tension in the room, but I continue to roll on the man in the red kaffiyeh.
“He’s fucking faking he’s dead,” the lance corporal says, now standing right in front of the man.