Following the first attack at 3 am French time, the morning papers were
ready with generic "War Is Here" headlines, accompanied by full-page
images of dark skies.
The pedicab driver stretched out in the passenger seat, his legs thrown
over the bicycle seat, half dozing and half listening to the latest news
updates in the hours after America began its mis
As I was driving home from work late Wednesday night, it became clear
that the assault would begin within hours.
Walden Bello was in Baghdad March 14-17 as a
member of the Asian Peace Mission, a delegation of parliamentarians and
members of civil society from different countries in Asia.
My neighbor, who like many Egyptians prefers not to see his name in
print, asked me about my nationality the morning the war broke out.
"French?" he inquired hopefully. American, I told him.
The gym is the last place to look for an impassioned discussion of
global politics in Nigeria, a country that is currently pre-occupied
with gasoline scarcity, rising political and ethnic viole
The Indian public has long been suspicious of the US arguments for
military action against Iraq and the legitimacy of any "regime change"
executed by a superpower with imperial ambitions.
I came across a sign the other day, inelegantly scrawled on cardboard
and stuck to a telephone pole. It read Fuck Bush.
The Spanish capital took on the air of a battle zone the weekend after
the war began, as antiwar protesters clashed with riot police throughout
You can be forgiven if, like me, you were a bit depressed to hear that the war had started. But this is no time to go into a funk.