nearly twelve years I made my home in the Middle East.
During this time I had made many friends in the
area, and the recurring violence there had never failed to
pain me, for I knew firsthand the fate of the innocent
people caught up in the explosive passions that plague the
June and July 1990, I watched with mounting dread as Iraq
and Kuwait exchanged verbal insults.
I was fearful that the insults might evolve into
full-scale war, for there were simply too many unresolved
ambitions, and too many instruments of death available in
the area. I
knew that too many Middle Eastern countries were seething
with tanks, missiles and other military hardware.
the night of August 1, 1990, I settled in to watch one of
my favorite television shows, “Nightline,” and I was
horrified to hear Ted Koppel announce the breaking story
that Iraqi troops had invaded Kuwait and were racing
toward Kuwait City.
the days that followed, I was so gripped by the unfolding
drama that I found I was unable to concentrate on a
half-completed manuscript on the Middle East.
I felt sorrow for the citizens of Kuwait as I
watched the ensuing news stories of the invasion.
Always an adventurer, and still in possession of a
resident’s visa for Saudi Arabia, I decided to travel to
the area and to personally witness the unfolding events.
Within a few days I was on my way to meet with
I traveled to London, Cairo, Riyadh and Taif.
In each city I met and interviewed various
Kuwaitis, from housewives, to journalists, to members of
the royal family, all who had escaped their country.
book, The Rape
is their story.
Brief History of Kuwait