Melanie Phillips’s Diary: The Iraq election

For the moment, they are routed. The grudging tones and
surly looks of the anti-war camp, as they are obliged to comment
through gritted teeth on the undiluted joy of the immensely brave and
determined Iraqi people who have never in living memory been able to
choose how they are governed, provides a shocking reminder of the moral
sickness of the west. The anti-war camp is having to watch the awesome
spectatcle of the assertion of the deepest human instinct for freedom
— an instinct they have done everything in their power to frustrate.
At every stage of the Iraq war, they have talked down the enterprise,
predicted dire outcomes, dwelt disprortionately on every setback and
never reported the advances being made — in short, mounted a
propaganda assault based on lies in the service of defeatism and
appeasement. In the process, they have given succour to the forces of
darkness who have been stacking up the bodies of the murdered higher
and higher against the incoming tide of freedom. But it didn’t work.
The Iraqis have pulled off their election against unprecedented odds
and in the face of murderous violence. Their leaders have behaved
throughout not just with astonishing bravery but with shrewdness,
maturity and self-restraint.