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I cannot imagine. Assad is invited, his people, to return from their refugee exile in Lebanon and Turkey and return to these villages where their cattle have been killed, where their fields have been burned and deliberately by the government and where their relatives have been shot down while demonstrating.
The most extraordinary thing of the Assad speech is he said, it's a conspiracy, a muamara in Arabic, it's a plot by a foreign hand. Thus he follows all the other dictators in the Middle East.
Benalia Tunisia said it was a plot by a foreign hand, it was Al Qaeda, of course. Mubarak said it was a plot by a foreign hand. In his case it was Al Qaeda and the Muslim Brotherhood and possibly Maasar.
Saleh of Yemen, he did one better. The plot against Yemen, he said, was an alliance of Al Qaeda, the CIA and Maasar. That's quite an alliance, that's quite something to keep going.
Then we have Libya, where it's Al Qaeda and the CIA, who are against Qaddafi, according to Qaddafi. And now the foreign hand, which is the Muslim Brotherhood, according to Bashar al-Assad.
Remarkable that the dictators still follow the same script as the previous men who have been held out of power.
You know the first scene of Mubarak's people did when the revolution began in Egypt. I prefer not to call it an Arab Spring. This is romantic.
Revolutions don't always end happily. Look at the French Revolution, look at the Russian Revolution. But I call it an Arab Awakening, which was the title of a book by George Antonius,
which first revealed the secret correspondence between the British and the King of Arabia to join the Arab Revolt against the Ottoman Empire.
I actually stayed in Canada, France and Ireland because I couldn't report the war. If you can't be in a war, you shouldn't be sitting on a little watching it through binoculars.
I'm going to read for a British National paper on the front page. Because, of course, the Western Germans couldn't get there. The Israelis had blocked the Western Germans from going there.
And thus, of course, what had happened is that the Palestinians acquired the voice in the national press of Britain.
The Israeli coup ddechrau. He suffered a great tragedy. His wife was hourly expecting a child. At the beginning of the Israeli invasion of 2008-2009, his father was killed in an Israeli airstrike on their farms.
In fact, here is our headline to show how a Palestinian could report the news, the death and life of my father. His father, in fact, was a member of the Palestinian Authority. He was a judge for a Florida English well-educated man.
I'll just read you a few paragraphs to show you this is how citizen journalism began. Before the YouTube, before the internet, before the tweets from Tabaret Square, the phone call came at around 4.20pm on Saturday.
A bomb had been dropped on the house at that small farm in northern Gaza. My own father was walking from the gate to the farmhouse at the time. It was our beloved place, that farm, and its two-storey white house with a red roof.
Nestled in a flat fertile agricultural plain north-west of Betalata. It had lemon grows, orange and apricot trees, and we recently acquired 60 dairy cows.
It was the closest farm to the northern border of Israel. Ironically, we always thought the biggest age of that was not from Israeli troops who usually went straight past if they were mounting an incursion, but from straight Hamas rockets aimed at the Israeli towns north of us.
But shortly after sunset on Saturday, as Israeli ground troops and tanks invaded Gaza in the name of shutting down Hamas rocket sites, a piece of that place was shattered and my father's life extinguished at the age of 48.
Warplanes and helicopters had swept in bombing and firing to open up the space for the tanks and ground forces that would follow in the darkness.
It was one of those F-16 airstrikes that killed my father. The house was reduced a little more than powder and of dad there was nothing much left either. Just a pile of flesh, my uncle, who found him in the rubble said later with brutal honesty.
He finished his story with his paragraph. My grief carries no desire for revenge, which I know to be always invading. But in truth as a grieving son, I'm finding it hard to distinguish between what the Israelis call terrorists and the Israeli pilots and tank crews who are invading Gaza.
What is the difference between the pilot who grew my father's pieces and the militant who fires a small rocket? I have no answers, but just as I'm about to become a father, I have lost my father.
Now that is great journalism. Why don't I read that in the New York Times? Why don't I read that in the Washington Post or the Wall Street Journal? The people found their voice. Actually because the Israelis prevented a Western journalist coming into 50-50 journalism, on the other hand Israel said etc.
So there we had the authentic tragedy with an authentic voice from someone called the press. This American came forward and said, I don't know how you can say the American press are rubbish and slovenly and cowardly as to fit.
Are you saying the American press doesn't tell the truth? They just listen as to what the government says? So I produced the Wall Street Journal of the 21st of September 2010. I have heaps of other examples, but this happens to be the latest to happen.
Here is an article. Defense officials predicts slow Afghan progress. This at least tells the merits of the truth about it. It begins by Julian Barnes, Washington. Washington is a very good place to write about Afghanistan.
And it begins, senior U.S. military officials seeking to lower expectations of rapid progress in Afghanistan say they see few new significant gains in the war before the end of the year. Now I'll give you the sourcing of this extraordinary, exclusive scoop in the Wall Street Journal.
The sourcing is this. Senior U.S. military officials say. Military officials are playing down. Said the senior U.S. military official called too. Obama administration officials are lowering expectations.
Defense officials say. They say. The senior military official said. Military leaders say. The officials said. Military officials have also been managing expectations. The officials said. Many in the military say.
The military officials said. Officials want. According to military officials, officials plan. Ladies and gentlemen, if this is journalism, I don't have a job anymore. I don't know why the American newspapers don't just call themselves official say.
And you can follow the journalists. I mean, you must have watched, you know, the CNN and the CIA and that applies to the CNN and NBC and CBS and the way in which they have the State Department correspondent and the White House target. Well, the view in the State Department, Steve, is, you know, and they have become this parasitic, automatic relationship between power and the press.
I don't know how you finish with that. I don't know how you deal with it. It pops up everywhere. Every time a new NATO commander is appointed, believe me, there is a British newspaper that refers to him as a soldier's soldier.
Then he loses lots of men. The Taliban gave all grounds. A new NATO commander is appointed, and he's described as a soldier's soldier. There must be some good, by the way, in the Egyptian Revolution. Tom Friedman, frontier of American journalism, who charges $100,000 an hour for lectures. I charge nothing, by the way, though I would pay $100,000 not to listen to Tom Friedman.
Tom's an old friend of mine. He came up to me in Cairo while I was having breakfast. Oh, how are you? Sit down. He said, something extraordinary happened yesterday. He said, a man came up to me. He says, Tom Friedman speaking on Tahrir Square.
And he said, are you Robert Fist? So I said to myself, so there is a revolution in Egypt. Maybe it'll work.
But let me go back, if I may, to our friend Mr Obama, not Mr Osama, but Mr Obama. First of all, he loved the death of Osama. This was the man who did 9-11. I think probably correctly he did, I think.
But Osama, because of the Arab awakening, was out of date. He was yesterday's man. He had failed. It was Osama who told the people of the Muslim world, we will overthrow your leaders, the licks-bittle dictators who work for America and Zionism.
He was going to get rid of Mubarak. He was going to get rid of Ben Ali. He was going to get rid of Assad. And he totally failed.
The picture that the Americans released of him bent down with a shot and a cap, watching his own video toast. Only enough that did capture the fact that al Qaeda has failed. It will still, of course, be enormous suffering, of course.
He was a black star, a gangster of the Taliban. It has failed in its objectives. It did not work. It was the people of the Arab world, and the people of Iran in the streets in 2009 after the election, and the people of Lebanon when they got the Syrians out of Lebanon in 2005.
The people, the secular people, who wanted freedom. Everyone in all those countries whom I spoke to said, we want to breathe.
