It’s hard to escape the grisly death photos and videos of Gaddafi. A flamboyant figure who was photographed often during his long and very public life, his well-earned enemies have made sure that his death has been especially well-documented, too.
But I haven’t looked at the photos, other than an unavoidable glance as one or the other image pops up on my screen. I feel very uneasy about them. I would have preferred that he met his end in a process similar to what happened to his fellow tyrant, Saddam Hussein.
My reluctance to gaze on Gaddafi’s dead face or to watch people mistreating his corpse has nothing to do with any admiration for the man. I have little doubt that he’s perpetuated many murders and kept the people of Libya under his brutal and capricious yoke for four decades, and that their rage at him is justified.
However, the moral stature of a culture and its people are judged by many things, and one of them is the way the bodies of the dead are treated, even the most hated and reviled dead on whom they understandably wish to wreak revenge. What happened to Gaddafi’s body does not bode well for the future of Libya (but then, not a whole lot does, although I’d be happy to be proven wrong on this):
A video on al-Jazeera shows Gaddafi wounded, but alive. The network quoted a fighter saying that he begged for help. ”Show me mercy,” he was said to have cried. There was little of that, in the video at least.
One fighter is seen pulling his hair and others beating his limp body. Two fighters interviewed by al-Jazeera said someone struck Gaddafi’s head with the butt of a gun…
In one, broadcast by al-Jazeera, his body is half naked and bleeding on a pavement. Even more dramatic is a video posted on YouTube. Jubilant fighters surround his corpse, which appears to have been washed. Clearly visible is a gunshot wound to his forehead.
Plus there’s this (warning: graphic footage at the link, of the type I’ve been talking about):
His bloodied corpse – eyes half open, a bloodied mouth and blood on his head – was displayed on live television and beamed all around the world yesterday.
TV footage also showed Gaddafi’s corpse being dragged through a Libyan street.
Dragged through a Libyan street—when I was a child and read the Iliad, one of the most memorable and terrible images in the entire book was what happened to Hector’s body after his death:
Achilles, choosing with his eye a vulnerable part where the armor leaves the neck uncovered, aimed his spear at that part, and Hector fell, death-wounded. Feebly he said, “Spare my body! Let my parents ransom it, and let me receive funeral rites from the sons and daughters of Troy.” To which Achilles replied, “Dog, name not ransom nor pity to me, on whom you have brought such dire distress. No! trust me, nought shall save thy carcass from the dogs. Though twenty ransoms and thy weight in gold were offered, I should refuse it all.”
So saying, the son of Peleus stripped the body of its armor, and, fastening cords to the feet, tied them behind his chariot, leaving the body to trail along the ground. Then mounting the chariot he lashed the steeds and so dragged the body to and fro before the city.
Later in the story there is quite a bit more dragging of the body around, but you get the general idea. It is not a passage that reflects well on Achilles, despite the fact that he was the victor and a hero (although flawed and impulsive). Hector was also a hero, as well as the more sympathetic of the two.
Of course, Gaddafi should not be considered a hero of any sort; au contraire, he was a villain. But that really is not the point. This issue is not Gaddafi at all, nor anyone in particular—it’s about how a society behaves. There is a word for this sort of thing, and that word is “barbaric.”
