Omar Khadr – the lakmus paper case for US justice

How can I ask for justice from a process that does not have it? These are words spoken at the opening of Guantanamo Bay military court by 23 year old Omar Khadr.
I have written about it on these pages before. It stems from my kin and sad interest in the history of the terrible phenomena of child soldiers in modern history.
From the age of protection of children rights, international treaties, national laws, an age of our unprecedented preoccupation of child well-being in modern society. An age when we go – sometimes – to almost comical status of semi-god bestowed upon our little ones. From that age comes the terrible saga of child soldiers enlisted by force or coercion into armies in Africa, Asia and even Europe (the Balkan wars in former Yugoslavia). Children turned into killing machines, their minds and souls broken. They are the the most vicious perpetrators – and the most tragic victims of hatred, greed and religious or tribal chauvinism.
Canada turned her back on Omar Kadr. A young man who does not know nothing of being a man, of having a choice between right and wrong. A young man who’s childhood was stolen from him – stolen by parents, religious zealots of Taliban version of Quran (Koran), stolen by tribal and political strife in wild Afghanistan, stolen by harsh realities of American semi-concentration camp at Guantanamo Bay. A camp set up by US government on purpose and for the purpose of avoid the scrutiny of American law. A government which sets up a POW camp in no man land to avoid breaking its own law! What a height of hypocrisy and injustices.
Although Barak Obama in his presidential campaign promised to close the infamous camp, he did allow for its most sad and famous prisoner, Omar Khadr, to be prosecuted and judged by the military tribunal set up specifically for Guantanamo Bay inmates. Perhaps not a huge incident in the huge scale of mess left to Obama by previous Administration. But one that could say volumes of his character, convictions and perseverance. One that I find very hard to comprehend. And one, that I am sure of, was welcomed with a smile of satisfaction of our own , Canadian government, which shamefully washed its hands off the Kadr case. The case of child soldier, a boy who’s soul was stolen. In age of enlightenment or in age of darkness in brightly camouflaged colours?

About Bogumil P-G

publisher, essayist, poet lived (and born) in Poland, later England, Italy, presently in Canada
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