ISIS beheadings weigh on weary America

ANOTHER VICTIM: ISIS on Sunday claimed to have killed US aid worker Kassig, seen here delivering supplies to refugees along the Syrian border. ISIS' executions summon from the US subconscious a sense of having been lured into the trap of overreach.


    Nov 19, 2014

    ISIS beheadings weigh on weary America

    WHAT exactly does the nightmare of the beheading of another American, Peter Kassig, by the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria (ISIS) consist of?

    There is, of course, the image itself. In Mr Kassig's case, a severed, blood-smeared head appears between the feet of a hooded killer. We have seen, in other executions, the knife applied to the throat, the broken pliant victims, the left-handed sawing motion; and we have heard the dead, flat voice of the swaggering executioner.

    So we scarcely need to imagine how the life of this young and idealistic American, an aid worker, a recent convert to Islam, ended.

    Yet imagination will not be stilled. It is tugged into the vortex of the prisoners' suffering, feeding on details of how they were waterboarded and otherwise tortured, troubled by the mirror-image orange jumpsuits and the way these Facebook-savvy mediaeval killers riff off (and recruit through) the dark-side deviations of America's great post-9/11 disorientation. The evil of ISIS is evident not least in its cleverness.

    Just as we condensed the slaughter of September 2001, into three digits, the better to inure ourselves to it, so now we succumb to Monty Python-esque banality in dubbing the ISIS executioner "Jihadi John": a little alliteration to alleviate anguish.

    Again, we must imagine - that one minute this "Jihadi John" was struggling to get by, and get accepted, in drizzly England, unemployed with a mortgage to pay and a chip on his shoulder, and the next he stands in brilliant Levantine sunlight, where everything is clear and etched, at the vanguard of some Sunni Risorgimento intent on subjecting the world to its murderous brand of Wahhabi Islam.

    He has become part of something bigger. He has a mission. He has a licence to kill infidels (and even converts to Islam like Mr Kassig) in the name of his faith. He is a revolutionary full of the certainties of that calling.

    How many more like him are out there, waiting to be lured from a Bradford pub, or the ghettoised suburbs of some French town, or a fractured Libya?

    Perhaps this question begins to get at the true nature of the nightmare. Horrific as the images of five executions have been, they cannot in themselves explain the extent of the reaction in the West. Our societies are, after all, inured through movies and video games to brutal violence. It is unremarkable.

    What is unbearable, in fact, is the feeling, 13 years after 9/11, that America has been chasing its tail; that, in some whack-a-mole horror show, the quashing of an extremist enclave here only spurs the sprouting of another there; that the ideology of Al-Qaeda is still reverberating through a blocked Arab world whose Sunni-Shia balance (insofar as that went) was upended by the American invasion of Iraq.

    And more: that the loss of 4,500 American combat troops in Iraq and more than 100,000 Iraqi lives produced no victory or clarity, but only a broken society and country; that the Arab Spring, which promised a way out of the mutually reinforcing confrontation of quasi-military dictatorship and political Islam, ended in frustration and a revenge of the extremists; that "Jihadi John", for now, has the upper hand on "moderate Mohammed".

    The nightmare, in short, has less to do with the barbaric image itself than with the feeling of humiliation and powerlessness and deja vu and exhaustion that it triggers.

    United States President Barack Obama has vowed to "destroy" ISIS. But even if that were achieved, and for now the means deployed do not seem commensurate with the objective, in what metastasised configuration would ISIS' ideas resurface?

    There is no reason - in the light of the aborted attempts to define a new sort of post-sectarian citizenship in societies across the region - to think that the Arab incubator of violent Islamist extremism will diminish in fertility. Youth allied to frustration allied to a decade of conflict do a powerful death wish make.

    Daniel Bolger, an American general in the wars of Iraq and Afghanistan, wrote a book called Why We Lost. In it, he says, without equivocation, "I am a United States Army general, and I lost the Global War on Terrorism." And so all that American blood and treasure end not with a whimper, but with a declarative sentence.

    But what was the aim of this war? If it was to keep America safe, it cannot be deemed a failure. If it was to remake the societies of Iraq and Afghanistan, and remove the terrorist threat to the US, it fell far short. ISIS' executions summon from the American subconscious a desperate sense of having been lured into the trap of overreach.

    The nightmare is many-layered. Kurtz's dying words - "The Horror! The Horror!" - in Joseph Conrad's Heart Of Darkness may be interpreted in several ways, but none of them can deny his 11th-hour perception of the immense forces beyond his control and, in the end, his comprehension.