The night before journalist Jill Carroll's release, her captors said they had one final demand as the price of her freedom: She would have to make a video praising her captors and attacking the United States, according to Jim Carroll.
In a long phone conversation with his daughter on Friday, Mr. Carroll says that Jill was "under her captor's control."
Ms. Carroll had been their captive for three months and even the smallest details of her life - what she ate and when, what she wore, when she could speak - were at her captors' whim. They had murdered her friend and colleague Allan Enwiya, "she had been taught to fear them," he says. And before making one last video the day before her release, she was told that they had already killed another American hostage ......
In fact, Carroll did what many hostage experts and past captives would have urged her to do: Give the men who held the power of life and death over her what they wanted.
"You'll pretty much say anything to stay alive because you expect people will understand these aren't your words," says Micah Garen, a journalist and author who was held captive by a Shiite militia in southern Iraq for 10 days in August 2004. "Words that are coerced are not worth dying over." ...
... Those who encountered Carroll in a professional context repeatedly praised her fairness and compassion, as demonstrated by some of the thousands of letters the Monitor has received in her support.
"Her professionalism and objectivity were unparalleled within the media community," Capt. Patrick Kerr, a Marine public affairs officer who got to know Carroll last December, when she spent a month with a Marine unit in Western Iraq, said in an e-mail. "I saw her in Husaybah, on the Syrian border, in early December shortly before I returned to the States. Aside from being very personable and down-to-earth, what really struck me was Jill's bravery. She seemed to fit right in with the marines and Iraqi security forces," he wrote in January.That's how Marines serving their country in a combat zone talk about Jill Carroll.
In contrast, Executive Producer of Imus' Morning show, McGuirk, and their Cabin Boy McCord:
MCGUIRK: She strikes me as the kind of woman who would wear one of those suicide vests. You know, walk into the, try and sneak into the Green Zone.
IMUS: Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
MCCORD: Just because she always appears in traditional Arab garb and wearing a burka.
MCGUIRK: Yeah, what’s with the head gear? Take it off. Let’s see.
IMUS: No, no. This is not –
MCCORD: That’s why the Arab world called for her to be released, because, you know, she defended Iraqis. She was against the war in Iraq and, I wouldn’t be surprised if —
IMUS: Well, so are we. So am I!
MCCORD: Exactly. She cooked with them, lived with them.
IMUS: This is not helping.
MCGUIRK: She may be carrying Habib’s baby at this point.
IMUS: Shut up! I’m begging you to shut up. Both of you. I’m going to murder both of you.
MCCORD: Just because she slept with them doesn’t mean she slept in the manner he’s talking about.
MCGUIRK: Something stinks.
IMUS: You are an SOB Steve McCord. Stop it! I am begging you both. Stop it! Stop it now! Stop it! This is outrageous.That's how REMFs sitting in pleated chinos a half a world away from danger talk about Jill Carroll.
How, exactly, did that pre-show conversation go? "Hey, guys, I've got this great idea! This woman, who has so much more nutsack than any of us in this room that she's actually put herself in the line of fire, who's been praised for her bravery by fucking MARINES, who got her friend's brains splattered over her face when they kidnapped her, who's sitting there, terrified, and told to just read some words so just maybe they WON'T SAW HER FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH A KNIFE at least for today, let's mock her."
"I like it. Hey, who took the last jelly donut!"
"Sonuvabitch. The sacrifices we make."
From what I understand, Bernard McGuirk has two kids. That must make for some interesting dinner conversation.
"What do you do for a living, Daddy?"
"Daddy makes fun of heroes, sweetheart."
Daddy makes fun of heroes.
You sad, sad little shell of a man.