A few minutes into the new documentary, My Country, My Country, there's an astonishing scene in which an Iraqi clinician, Dr. Riyadh, talks his way into a heavily fortified Army barracks and is granted a meeting with some Army functionaries in order to vent his anger over the violence in Fallujah. This is 2004, shortly after the siege there, and immediately before the commencement of Iraq's first post-Baathist election, which will be conducted amidst raging confessional and ethnic violence. As we see in the film, some militia members even pledge to mow down voters en masse if they dare to stand out in the sun, waiting to dip their fingers into purple ink. Why Dr. Riyadh is granted a meeting with the Americans at such a high-tension moment is not clear; it may be because he happens to be a candidate for elective office or because he's being tailed by an American camera crew. What is clear is that in the short sit-down that follows, he shames his counterparts with terse, cut-and-dry language and inarguable statements. "This is not Vietnam," he pleads. "These people have no food, no blankets, and no roof...this is a process of mass killing." The marine sitting across from him, in bulging combat gear, immediately answers back with rehearsed, insulting religio-babble: "I've heard everything you've said and it touched me in my heart." In other words, meeting adjourned.