A week in Basra
Reflections on a week in Basra
By John Humphrys
BBC News, Basra
Security in Basra has become tighter
To be honest, I didn't really want to come to Iraq to present Today - there are many people far better qualified than I am to talk about this complex country and the mess it's in, but you learn a lot very quickly.
The first time a rocket lands within a few yards of you in the heart of the British compound is pretty instructive. There's someone out there who wants to kill you for no better reason than you're British.
Basra may be a picnic compared with the hell of Baghdad, but even so the violence overwhelms everything.
When you can't drive into the centre of the city; when even the helicopter which brings you into the Foreign Office compound can fly only at night; when the shortest trip outside the British base needs a military escort of 18 men and a column of armoured vehicles.
But I'm leaving shortly. The soldiers who have to spend six months at a time here have my sympathy.
Living in fear
But how much worse to be an Iraqi citizen who sees his country in such a state.
The middle class live in fear. Not just fear of the rockets, but of the very men supposed to protect them.
A surgeon told me police broke into his house, attacked him and his wife and stole their valuables - they were lucky they weren't murdered.
The British forces don't trust the police either. But the working class have it worse - most of them can't even get a job.
posted by Steve @ 12:34:00 AM