Sad? Dam, No!

So, it has been decided that Saddam Hussein will hang. No nucular weapons around yet, but one more monster down. The verdict brought back memories of another hanging, carried out more than sixteen years ago, which did take place and was carried out under the instructions of the very man sentenced today. The name of the man was Farzad Bazoft. Yes, I remember his name to this day, with the correct spelling. Here’s the link to the wikipedia entry.

I was around 10 years old then. I saw the photo of this man in newspapers and on TV ( I think it was on the World this Week, but am not sure)…and hearing the story, I was convinced that he was innocent. To see a grown up man, talking on TV, and being told that he would be killed when his crime was in question was something that disturbed me. A lot. I remember spending one night, very disturbed, not able to sleep. It disturbed me to get a ringside view of this man’s fate hanging in balance. And then, some time later, I read the news: his fate had ceased to hang in balance, it was he who had hung. The shock was huge. But what made the knife turn in the wound was a statement by the Iraqi information Minister ‘Thatcher wanted him alive. We sent him home in a box’.

It became clearer much later that Saddam had taken a personal interest in his hanging, but for a 10 year old boy, no more proof was ever needed about the cruelty of Iraq and Saddam Hussein, who attacked Kuwait just a few months later.

Today, the ashen face of Saddam Hussein, visibly shaken, trying to shout down the judge as he read the sentence by saying, of all things, “allah hu akbar” (Allah is great), all seemed like what they really were: nothing but the cries of a man, who made millions fear for their lives, in mortal fear of his own, and probably, crying out to the Lord for help.

Some ghosts have been laid to rest.