Errol Morris' essential documentary Standard
Operating Procedure
restores some humanity to the scapegoats—who behaved monstrously, but
aren't monsters—and provides the blessed context that should have kept
the "few rotten apples" defense from winning the day. Morris' most radical
suggestion is that the soldiers involved in the photos weren't rogues making up
their own rules about what was acceptable. On the contrary, they were ordered to "soften up" prisoners by any
means short of killing them, including sleep deprivation, "stress positions,"
and sexual humiliation. (And when a murder did occur during "enhanced
interrogation," the cover-up involved shenanigans of the Weekend At Bernie's variety.) Working from interviews
with many of the key players—including Lynndie England, Sabrina Harman,
Javal Davis, Janis Karpinski, and others—Morris investigates the Abu
Ghraib case with all the rigor of his film The Thin Blue Line, and comes away with an equally
convincing argument for miscarried justice.
With his full arsenal of cinematic
devices in effect, Morris succeeds particularly well in suggesting the visceral
horror of being stationed at Abu Ghraib: The constant barrage of mortars and
sniper fire, the unholy stench and rot, the extreme isolation, and the ghosts
of many atrocities committed within its walls. And while the film functions as
exposé, it's also a brilliant ontology of the photograph—what photos tell
us, what they don't tell us, and the complicated world that exists within and
outside the frame. These are the gray areas where lies can take hold, and there
are whoppers in the official Abu Ghraib story that make the planting of the
flag at Iwo Jima seem quaint by comparison. With Standard Operating
Procedure, the Iraq
War finally has its Hearts And Minds.
