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do well to remind ourselves of the potential leverage Osama bin
Laden has on the public imagination. You begin with what we simply
know to be true and can only grit our teeth over: Osama is a hero
in great parts of the world. If a popularity contest were held today
in the Philippines, Osama would come in somewhere between George
Harrison and John Lennon. That is the straight fico vote:
Up yours, America.
Comes then the class of people who are not Muslim jihadists, but
feel a sense of detachment about September 11, perhaps a touch of:
Maybe America had it coming. They watch the days go by with a trace
of exhilaration over what's going on. I mean, here is one bearded
fanatic — you can talk yourself into thinking of him as a John
the Baptist — who is being pounded day after day by the greatest
air force of the greatest power in the world. He has tucked himself
into a little cavity in a mountain and the 15,000-pound Daisy Cutters
drop here, and there, and on top and on the bottom and he remains
inside there somewhere, reciting the Koran, drinking tea, and consoling
his intimate guard with the rightness of their cause and the certainty
of their deliverance, if not in this world, then in the next.
And then, the American dragon, Wolfowitz, says to the press that
the American people have to be prepared for the fact that we may
be hunting this man and his followers "in Afghanistan months
from now." Months from now? You would think that in
less time than that, the Department of Defense of the greatest-ever
superpower could transform Afghanistan from mountainous to tropical.
If Osama is alive months from now, he will have gone a long way
to claiming eternal life for himself.
Add to the mythogenic scene — one Arab prophet surviving against
the military-industrial complex — the exploitation of the skeptics
in the matter of direct responsibility for September 11. We are
not talking about Alan Dershowitz, who having established that O.
J. Simpson is not a killer can, with hands tied behind his back,
prove that Osama is innocent. No, there are the others. Around my
shop, we call them Grassy Knollers — they are certain that
one or more men were there helping out Lee Harvey Oswald that day
in Dallas, hiding behind the grassy knoll. Such as these are not
fanatics, but they are easily aroused by any little conjectural
foreplay. And we had that abundantly early in the week, with the
administration's mishandling of the Osama tape.
The authorities released the word: We have on tape Osama discussing
the events of September 11. Discussing them with such specificity
as to link him directly to the deed.
— How, directly?
Well, he said that it was terrific news that the world towers collapsed
all the way, whereas there was reason to hope only that they'd collapse
from the top, to the point of impact.
— But
he didn't say that he organized the strike, did he? He just described
his pleasure that it had gone so well.
What we got from the Defense Department was that the tape would
be released some time during the week. The delay was grist for the
doubters. Why didn't DOD release the tape right away? What are
they hiding? Who is doing the translating? Is anything being edited
in? Edited out?
It is difficult to understand why the administration didn't just
hang on to the tape and release it after it was dubbed, or translated.
The excuse that premature release would permit Osama to transmit
subversive commands to his legions is implausible. What commands
is he in a position to issue? Word to bomb Detroit? Anthrax the
Super Bowl? The notion that Osama would use a filmed interview to
send out recondite commands is cryptographic fantasy. All that we
succeeded in doing, by delaying the issuance of the tape, is to
fortify those who are nurturing doubts about Osama's direct responsibility
for September 11.
And now the British defense secretary announces that if Osama ends
up in their hands, they will not turn him over to the United States
unless we promise not to impose the death sentence, which is politically
incorrect. So we have to worry about the danger of Osama falling
into British hands.
But the legend grows that he won't fall into anybody's hands,
save Allah's.
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