The secret life of a whistleblower
A GQ Magazine profile of Joseph Darby, offers a rare, in-depth look at the soldier who blew the whistle on abuses at Abu Ghraib and a stunning view of the life of a whistleblower in protective custody. (W. S. Hylton, The Conscience of Joe Darby, August 6)
In fascinating detail, author Hylton describes the media circus that converged on the Darby family, and the frustration of knowing the truth while being under a gag order. Of Darby's wife, Bernadette, author Hylton writes:
"Each day, she would catch another snippet of the hostility brewing around her. There was the candlelight vigil in Cumberland, Maryland, to show support for the disgraced soldiers, including the ones who did the torturing, about a hundred supporters standing in the pounding rain, as if beating and sodomizing prisoners were some kind of patriotic duty. Some of Bernadette's family even let her know that other members of the family were against her now, that they couldn't support a traitor."
Many a whistleblower has been damned with that word, "traitor." It is a verdict rooted in ignorance and fear of accountability. And, in Darby's case, there was a keen irony.
"The people in Somerset County who turned their backs on Joe, well, those people would probably feel very different if they knew the rest of the story. That it really wasn't about softening prisoners, gathering intelligence, or trying to win the war. That it wasn't even about losing control in the heat of the moment. It was about getting up in the middle of the night and going somewhere you weren't supposed to go, then beating and raping people there. It was premeditated violent crime. And as long as that stays hidden, so will Bernadette and Joe, outcasts in their own community, two more victims of Abu Ghraib. "
Hopefully, Americans will learn something from the case of Joseph Darby. Hopefully, the next time someone blows the whistle, the verdict will be "thank you." Because, if abuses like Abu Ghraib were to become routine, when the Englands and Sivits came marching home, they might come looking for us.
