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Iraq’s fertile crescent is turning dust bowl

At the moment, “Afghanistan is hot, Iraq is not”, Martin Chulov notes in this anti-war radio interview. Baghdad correspondent for the Guardian, Chulov provides insights on the ecological disaster of Iraq’s dust bowl, the diversion of water from the Tigris and Euphrates, and the fate of Iraq’s Marsh Arabs.  As well as water woes adding to Iraq’s devastation, Chulov discusses the end of US occupation and the expected decrease in troop numbers, as well as the greatly increased birth defects in Fallujah. He is one of the few remaining foreign journalists covering Iraq, committed, he states, to “telling the story through Iraqi eyes”. See also his recent piece in TomDispatch, The Dust Bowl of Babylon.

MP3 here.

Martin Chulov is the Baghdad correspondent for the Guardian.

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This entry was posted on 19 December, 2009 by in Audio, Ecology, Iraq, Water and tagged .

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