The US forces, like the Crusaders before them, are prisoners in their own fortresses
The Independent – United Kingdom
Apr 02, 2005
Robert Fisk
I drove Pat and Alice Carey up the coast of Lebanon this week to look
at some castles. Pat is a builder from County Wicklow, brave enough to
take a holiday with his wife in Beirut when all others are thinking of
running away. But I wanted to know what he thought of 12th-century
construction work.
How did he rate a Crusader keep? The most beautiful of Lebanon’s
castles is the smallest, a dinky-toy palisade on an outcrop of rock
near the village of Batroun. You have to climb a set of well-polished
steps – no hand-rails, for this is Lebanon – up the sheer side of
Mseilha castle and then clamber over doorsills into the dark, damp
interior.
So we padded around the battlements for half an hour. “Strongly made
or they wouldn’t be still here,” Pat remarked. “But you wouldn’t find
any company ready to put up the insurance. And in winter, it must have
been very, very cold.”
And after some minutes, he looked at me with some intensity. “It’s
like being in a prison,” he said.
And he was right. The only view of the outside world was through the
archers’ loopholes in the walls. Inside was darkness. The bright world
outside was cut off by the castle defences. I could just see the
splashing river to the south of the castle and, on the distant
horizon, a mountainside. That was all the defenders – Crusaders or
Mamlukes – would have seen. It was the only contact they had with the
land they were occupying.
Up at Tripoli is Lebanon’s biggest keep, the massive Castle of St
Gilles that still towers ominously over the port city with its
delicate minarets and mass of concrete hovels. Two shell holes –
remnants of Lebanon’s 1975- 1990 civil war – have been smashed into
the walls, but the interior of the castle is a world of its own; a
world, that is, of stables and eating halls and dungeons. It was empty
– the tourists have almost all fled Lebanon – and we felt the
oppressive isolation of this terrible place.
Pat knew his Crusader castles. “When you besieged them, the only way
to get inside was by pushing timber under the foundations and setting
fire to the wood. When they turned to ash, the walls came tumbling
down. The defenders didn’t throw boiling oil from the ramparts. They
threw sand on to the attackers. The sand would get inside their armour
and start to burn them until they were in too much pain to fight. But
it’s the same thing here in Tripoli as in the little castle. You can
hardly see the city through the arrow slits. It’s another – bigger –
prison.”
And so I sat on the cold stone floor and stared through a loophole
and, sure enough, I could see only a single minaret and a few square
metres of roadway. I was in darkness. Just as the Crusaders who built
this fortress must have been in darkness.
Indeed, Raymond de Saint-Gilles spent years besieging the city,
looking down in anger from his great fortress, built on the “Pilgrim’s
Mountain”, at the stout burghers of Tripoli who were constantly
re-supplied by boat from Egypt. Raymond himself died in the castle,
facing the city he dreamed of capturing but could not live to enter.
And of course, far to the east, in the ancient land of Mesopotamia,
there stand today equally stout if less aesthetic barricades around
another great occupying army. The castles of the Americans are made of
pre-stressed concrete and steel but they serve the same purpose and
doom those who built them to live in prisons.
>From the “Green Zone” in the centre of Baghdad, the US authorities
and their Iraqi satellites can see little of the city and country
they claim to govern. Sleeping around the gloomy republican palace of
Saddam Hussein, they can stare over the parapets or peek through the
machine-gun embrasures on the perimeter wall – but that is as much as
most will ever see of Iraq.
The Tigris river is almost as invisible as that stream sloshing past
the castle of Mseilha. The British embassy inside the “Green Zone”
flies its diplomats into Baghdad airport, airlifts them by helicopter
into the fortress – and there they sit until recalled to London.
Indeed, the Crusaders in Lebanon – men with thunderous names like
Tancred and Bohemond and Baldwin – used a system of control remarkably
similar to the US Marines and the 82nd Airborne. They positioned their
castles at a day’s ride – or a day’s sailing down the coast in the
case of Lebanon – from each other, venturing forth only to travel
between their keeps.
And then out of the east, from Syria and also from the Caliphate of
Baghdad and from Persia came the “hashashin”, the “Assassins” – the
Crusaders brought the word back to Europe – who turned the Shia faith
into an extremist doctrine, regarding assassination of their enemies
as a religious duty.
Anyone who doubts the relevance of these “foreign fighters” to
present- day Iraq should read the history of ancient Tripoli by that
redoubtable Lebanese-Armenian historian Nina Jidejian, which covers
the period of the Assassins and was published at the height of the
Lebanese civil war.
“It was believed that the terrorists partook of hashish to induce
ecstatic visions of paradise before setting out to perform their
sacred duty and to face martyrdom…” she writes. “The arrival of the
Crusaders had added to … latent discontent and created a favourable
terrain for their activities.” Ouch.
One of the Assassins’ first victims was the Count of Montferrat,
leader of the Third Crusade who had besieged Acre in 1191 – “Saint
Jean d’Acre” to the Christians – and who met his death at the hands of
men sent by the Persian “terrorist” leader, Hassan-i Sabbah. The
Assassins treated Saladin’s Muslim army with equal scorn – they made
two attempts to murder him – and within 100 years had set up their own
castles around Tripoli. They established a “mother fortress” from
which – and here I quote a 13th- century Arab geographer – “the
Assassins chosen are sent out thence to all countries and lands to
slay kings and great men”.
And so it is not so hard, in the dank hallways of the Castle of St
Gilles to see the folly of America’s occupation of Iraq. Cut off from
the people they rule, squeezed into their fortresses, under constant
attack from “foreign fighters”, the Crusaders’ dreams were destroyed.
Sitting behind that loophole in the castle at Tripoli, I could even
see new meaning in Osama bin Laden’s constant reference to the
Americans as “the Crusader armies”. The Crusades, too, were founded on
a neo-conservative theology. The knights were going to protect the
Christians of the Holy Land; they were going to “liberate” Jerusalem –
“Mission Accomplished” – and ended up taking the spoils of the Levant,
creating petty kingdoms which they claimed to control, living
fearfully behind their stone defences. Their Arab opponents of the
time did indeed possess a weapon of mass destruction for the
Crusaders. It was called Islam.
“You can see why the Crusaders couldn’t last here,” Pat said as we
walked out of the huge gateway of the Castle of Saint Gilles. “I
wonder if they even knew who they were fighting.”
I just resisted asking him if he’d come along on my next trip to
Baghdad, so I could hear part two of the builder’s wisdom.
From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress