Continuing to work through this new piece by Evgeny Krutikov, analyzing the life and puported death of ISIS leader Abu-Bakr Al-Baghdadi. (Whom I will henceforth abbreviate as ABAB for convenience.) Where we left off, Krutikov made a very wise comment, that just killing the leader of a terror cell, rarely solves the base problem, and often doesn’t even help the situation at all. He gave the example of Dzhokhar Dudayev, whose death at the hands at Yeltsin’s army, did not solve the Chechen problem for Russia. On the contrary, it just made things worse. Quoting wiki: Dudayev was killed on 21 April 1996, by two laser-guided missiles when he was using a satellite phone, after his location was detected by a Russian reconnaissance aircraft, which intercepted his phone call. At the time Dudaev was reportedly talking to a liberal deputy of the Duma in Moscow, supposedly Konstantin Borovoy.
As we now know, Dudaev, albeit a traitor, was still a highly civilized man, a product of Soviet education, not a religious nut at all, and of a cut well above the monsters and cannibals who succeeded him in the Chechen government. Dudaev was a man with whom Russia could, possibly, have done business, in working out a comprehensive peace settlement. Hey, if they can work with Kadyrov, then why not Dudaev?
This basic point — that killing a single man doesn’t always solve your problem, although it might make you feel good for a few minutes — is especially important to American readers. Who are brainwashed into demonizing a string of “bad guys” and told that, “if only this one is killed”, then all will be well. And then, “if only this one…” etc. And hence a string of cartoon villains is presented to the baying dogs of American popular culture: Osama bin Laden, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, then (by a sleight of hand) Saddam Hussein, Muammar Ghadaffi, Hugo Chávez, Fidel Castro, Bashar al-Assad, and (last but not least as King Lear used to say): Vladimir Putin! All of whom must be KILLED KILLED KILLED, in order to make America happy and great again.
Okay, but let’s not get carried away here. Krutikov is no pacifist nor Quaker preacherman. As he points out, there are cases where killing off the baddie is an effective way of dealing with the immediate problem. Decapitating a terror cell is a good tactic when the terror cell in question is just some empty shell of a personality cult focused on a single leader. Like Charlie Manson, for example. (Krutikov doesn’t give the Manson example, he gives us the Baader-Meinhof gang.) Which, along with the Weathermen in the U.S., were one of the few examples of a “leftie” terror cell. The usual division of labor among revolutionaries is: Lefties target institutions, Righties target people.
So, anyhow… Killing the leader is sometimes helpful, and sometimes not…? Into which category fits the killing of ABAB? I think Krutikov’s point is that we don’t really know yet; but Krutikov is guardedly optimistic that, at the very least, this turn of events, in which not only ABAB but also dozens of his hencmen were taken out in a single blow — might provide a time-sensitive opportunity for the Syrian army. And then continues with a biography of the cartoon-like terror leader himself:
The real name that ABAB was given at birth was a long one that a Spanish nobleman might have envied: Ibrahim Abbad Ibrahim Ali Muhammed al-Badri al-Samarrai. Which would suggest that he would born in the area near Samarra (Iraq). But we don’t know that for sure, because we don’t know much about his early life. Very little is known about this obscure non-entity who dwelled in a poor neighborhood of Baghdad. ABAB first entered the history books in 2004 when he was arrested by American Occupation forces.
Topchi (a Turkish word) is a neighborhood of Baghdad populated mainly by ethnic minorities (in the Iraqi context). Historically the people here were weapons makers and craftsmen of metal. ABAB was not a metal-worker. He worked as a mullah and headed a struggling family, with two wives and six children to feed. They lived in a tiny room attached to the local mosque. ABAB taught Koran to children and played football with the neighborhood boys every Friday.
ABAB was in conflict with his own birth family. His father disapproved of his “excessive religiosity”. As a boy Ibrahim was a pain in the *** because he kept demanding, even of his elders, that they observe the strictest norms of Islam. Still, ABAB was quite intelligent. He had memorized the entire Koran, which gave him the title of Khafiz. His good memory served him well at Baghdad University, where he graduated with a degree in Theology. One of his uncles, a member of the “Muslim Brotherhood” may have exerted an influence upon him. as well.
As a local mullah, ABAB didn’t stand out from the crowd, and people barely noticed him. He was active, at a low level, in the Sunni underground, but had avoided committing any acts of violence. The American occupiers arrested him in February 2004, then released him eight months later, in December of the same year.
Popular opinion to the contrary, ABAB was not held in the notorious Abu-Ghraib prison, but rather in Camp Bucca, near the city of Umm Qasr, Camp Bucca was named in honor of a man named Ronald Paul Bucca, a New York City Fire Marshal who perished in the World Trade Center terror act on September 11, 2001. Bucca was attempting to rescue innocent people trapped inside the Twin Towers when the skyscraper collapsed on top of him.
[yalensis comment: Naming an Iraqi prison after a man who was murdered by Saudi terrorists underscores the duplicity and sleight-of-hand, by which the American government invaded the sovereign nation of Iraq under grossly false pretenses. And most Americans actually bought this deception, because they’re dumb!]
Little is known about ABAB’s daily life in Camp Bucca. Americans, shell-shocked by all the criticism they received regarding Abu-Ghraib, bragged about Bucca as a model detention facility, where detainees led lives of comfort, were allowed visitors, recreation, TV, soccer, educational opportunities, comprehensive medical care, etc. Despite all this wonderful treatment, the Arab prisoners were not impressed, and continued to hold a grudge against the Americans. Security at Bucca was provided by the 306th Battalion of Military Police, mostly volunteers, many of them from New York, as if to accentuate the Twin Towers theme. One of the guards, a former New York City policeman, recalls how he encountered ABAB on the day the latter was being released. He remembers that ABAB, on his way out, turned to him and muttered ominously [supply Arabic accent], “We shall meet again, my friend, in New York City.”
[to be continued]