LITTLE BIRDS: A DEVASTATING WINDOW ON THE WAR

by Gregory Elich

At a time when the Iraq war continues to be a defining issue on the American
scene, it is ironic that the most powerful and uncompromising documentary on
the subject remains almost entirely unknown and unseen in this country. It
took Japanese filmmaker Takeharu Watai a year and a half to film more than
123 hours of footage in Iraq, which he managed to edit down to two
unforgettable hours. The result is the stunning Little Birds, which plunges
the viewer into the middle of the war, in all its sorrow and horror, and
never lets up.

The film opens on the streets of Baghdad, just days before the war. Daily
life appears ordinary on the surface, but this is belied by an underlying
tension as Iraqis express their thoughts on the impending assault.

It is not long before bombs and missiles are raining down on Baghdad, and
the violence is all the more shocking for the scenes of normality that
preceded it. In contrast to the sanitized images the Western public has
been fed, this documentary takes an unflinching view of the war. Homes are
destroyed, civilians are torn apart by bombs, and blood is spattered
everywhere. A man opens a shed, pointing to the bodies within, and bitterly
comments, "So these are the weapons of mass destruction." As flies swarm
over the bodies, he asks, "Are they weapons of mass destruction? Is it a
biochemical weapon? Why?"

U.S. tanks and vehicles enter Baghdad, and a spunky young woman confronts
the soldiers by demanding, "How many children have you killed today?" This
woman, who was a member of the Human Shields, tells the soldiers that she
was there as a peacemaker. One soldier insists that they are the
peacemakers, and in disbelief the woman responds, "You're a peacemaker?
When you kill these innocent children? That's a peacemaker? Have you been
to the hospitals? Have you actually had a look at the people in the
hospitals, dying and dead?"

In the next moment, the camera is racing into Thawra Hospital and turns into
a room where we are confronted with scenes of such devastating intensity
that it is almost unbearable to watch. In this, perhaps the most
emotionally wrenching scene I have ever witnessed on film, the criminality
of the war is there for all to see, among the dead, the dying, and their
grief-stricken relatives.

It is in this hospital that we first meet Ali Saqban, in his blood soaked
shirt, as he vainly tries to aid his dying daughter, five-year-old Shahad.
Two of his children had already been killed in an American air strike on his
home earlier in the day, and Shahad would not long survive. Ali is one of
main characters whose lives the film follows in the months after the
invasion. He painfully struggles to regain some sense of normality in his
life despite extraordinarily tragic circumstances. The film is richer for
the time spent on the daily lives of ordinary Iraqis, and we begin to see
the war through their eyes.

We are introduced to victims of American cluster bomb attacks, including a
young girl with shrapnel embedded in an eye. "We don't kill innocent
people," insists an American soldier at one point in the film, but
everywhere the evidence contradicts him. Cluster bombs, anti-personnel in
nature, could have no other result than to kill innocent people, dropped as
they were in residential neighborhoods.

Contrary to claims made by the Bush Administration that Iraqi civilians
would greet American troops as liberators, we instead see tanks and vehicles
rolling down deserted Baghdad streets, as residents nervously watch from
their windows. Later, the film takes us to several mass demonstrations in
opposition to occupation, in which the sweeping passion of the people's
anger and outrage is only magnified by the death and destruction we have
witnessed.

It is interesting to observe the comments by U.S. soldiers. There are the
true believers, parroting the pro-war line, but others, sensitive enough to
recognize that reality is at variance with it, are clearly uncomfortable
with the filmmaker's direct questions. "They don't understand why they are
in Iraq," explained Watai in an interview. "They say 'to liberate the Iraqi
people or help them,' but they are just saying that. It's not from deep in
their minds."

"War is a disgusting word," Ali Saqban says near the end of the film in a
touching and eloquent pouring forth of his thoughts. We yearn to see Ali
and the others live again in peace, but the striking final scene jolts us
back to the realization that the Iraqi people must continue to endure the
hell brought to them by the Western powers for a long time to come.

American documentaries tend to be more interested in telling us about
Americans in Iraq and informing us of what we already know. Watai, however,
has a more empathetic approach, forcing us to acknowledge what the war has
done to the Iraqi people. As a result, we discover far more about the war
and the disaster it has wrought on the society. The filmmaker had
confidence enough in his material to forgo music and narration, and indeed,
none was needed. Little Birds is a film of such power that it leaves its
audience speechless at the end.

It is a shame that this brilliant documentary remains without distribution
in the U.S., and one wonders whether it really is true that Americans only
want to watch films about themselves. Little Birds ought to be required
viewing for anyone still clinging to the notion of war as a selfless act of
heroic benevolence. For those of us fortunate enough to have seen it, this
is a film that long haunts the memory.

Gregory Elich is the author of Strange Liberators: Militarism, Mayhem, and
the Pursuit of Profit.
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