Month: September 2005

  • Does the Truth Lie Within?




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    September 11, 2005
    Does the Truth Lie Within?
    By STEPHEN J. DUBNER and STEVEN D. LEVITT
    The Accidental Diet

    Seth Roberts is a 52-year-old psychology professor at the University of California at Berkeley. If you knew Roberts 25 years ago, you might remember him as a man with problems. He had acne, and most days he woke up too early, which left him exhausted. He wasn’t depressed, but he wasn’t always in the best of moods. Most troubling to Roberts, he was overweight: at 5-foot-11, he weighed 200 pounds.

    When you encounter Seth Roberts today, he is a clear-skinned, well-rested, entirely affable man who weighs about 160 pounds and looks 10 years younger than his age. How did this happen?

    It began when Roberts was a graduate student. First he had the clever idea of turning his personal problems into research subjects. Then he decided that he would use his own body as a laboratory. Thus did Roberts embark on one of the longest bouts of scientific self-experimentation known to man – not only poking, prodding and measuring himself more than might be wise but also rigorously recording every data point along the way.

    Self-experimentation, though hardly a new idea in the sciences, remains rare. Many modern scientists dismiss it as being not nearly scientific enough: there is no obvious control group, and you can hardly run a double-blind experiment when the researcher and subject are the same person. But might the not-quite-scientific nature of self-experimentation also be a good thing? A great many laboratory-based scientific experiments, especially those in the medical field, are later revealed to have been marred by poor methodology or blatant self-interest. In the case of Roberts, his self-interest is extreme, but at least it is obvious. His methodology is so simple – trying a million solutions until he finds one that works – that it creates the utmost transparency.




    In some ways, self-experimentation has more in common with economics than with the hard sciences. Without the ability to run randomized experiments, economists are often left to exploit whatever data they can get hold of. Let’s say you’re an economist trying to measure the effect of imprisonment on crime rates. What you would ideally like to do is have a few randomly chosen states suddenly release 10,000 prisoners, while another few random states lock up an extra 10,000 people. In the absence of such a perfect experiment, you are forced to rely on creative proxies – like lawsuits that charge various states with prison overcrowding, which down the road lead to essentially random releases of large numbers of prisoners. (And yes, crime in those states does rise sharply after the prisoners are released.)

    What could be a more opportunistic means of generating data than exploiting your own body? Roberts started small, with his acne, then moved on to his early waking. It took him more than 10 years of experimenting, but he found that his morning insomnia could be cured if, on the previous day, he got lots of morning light, skipped breakfast and spent at least eight hours standing.

    Stranger yet was the fix he discovered for lifting his mood: at least one hour each morning of TV viewing, specifically life-size talking heads – but never such TV at night. Once he stumbled upon this solution, Roberts, like many scientists, looked back to the Stone Age for explication. Anthropological research suggests that early humans had lots of face-to-face contact every morning but precious little after dark, a pattern that Roberts’s TV viewing now mimicked.

    It was also the Stone Age that informed his system of weight control. Over the years, he had tried a sushi diet, a tubular-pasta diet, a five-liters-of-water-a-day diet and various others. They all proved ineffective or too hard or too boring to sustain. He had by now come to embrace the theory that our bodies are regulated by a “set point,” a sort of Stone Age thermostat that sets an optimal weight for each person. This thermostat, however, works the opposite of the one in your home. When your home gets cold, the thermostat turns on the furnace. But according to Roberts’s interpretation of the set-point theory, when food is scarcer, you become less hungry; and you get hungrier when there’s a lot of food around.

    This may sound backward, like telling your home’s furnace to run only in the summer. But there is a key difference between home heat and calories: while there is no good way to store the warm air in your home for the next winter, there is a way to store today’s calories for future use. It’s called fat. In this regard, fat is like money: you can earn it today, put it in the bank and withdraw it later when needed.

    During an era of scarcity – an era when the next meal depended on a successful hunt, not a successful phone call to Hunan Garden – this set-point system was vital. It allowed you to spend down your fat savings when food was scarce and make deposits when food was plentiful. Roberts was convinced that this system was accompanied by a powerful signaling mechanism: whenever you ate a food that was flavorful (which correlated with a time of abundance) and familiar (which indicated that you had eaten this food before and benefited from it), your body demanded that you bank as many of those calories as possible.

    Roberts understood that these signals were learned associations – as dependable as Pavlov’s bell – that once upon a time served humankind well. Today, however, at least in places with constant opportunities to eat, these signals can lead to a big, fat problem: rampant overeating.

    So Roberts tried to game this Stone Age system. What if he could keep his thermostat low by sending fewer flavor signals? One obvious solution was a bland diet, but that didn’t interest Roberts. (He is, in fact, a serious foodie.) After a great deal of experimenting, he discovered two agents capable of tricking the set-point system. A few tablespoons of unflavored oil (he used canola or extra light olive oil), swallowed a few times a day between mealtimes, gave his body some calories but didn’t trip the signal to stock up on more. Several ounces of sugar water (he used granulated fructose, which has a lower glycemic index than table sugar) produced the same effect. (Sweetness does not seem to act as a “flavor” in the body’s caloric-signaling system.)

    The results were astounding. Roberts lost 40 pounds and never gained it back. He could eat pretty much whenever and whatever he wanted, but he was far less hungry than he had ever been. Friends and colleagues tried his diet, usually with similar results. His regimen seems to satisfy a set of requirements that many commercial diets do not: it was easy, built on a scientific theory and, most important, it did not leave Roberts hungry.




    In the academic community, Roberts’s self-experimentation has found critics but also serious admirers. Among the latter are the esteemed psychologist Robert Rosenthal, who has praised Roberts for “approaching data in an exploratory spirit more than, or at least in addition to, a confirmatory spirit” and for seeing data analysis “as the opportunity to confront a surprise.” Rosenthal went so far as to envision “a time in the future when ‘self-experimenter’ became a new part-time (or full-time) profession.”

    But will Seth Roberts’s strange weight-control solution – he calls it the Shangri-La Diet – really work for the millions of people who need it? We may soon find out. With the Atkins diet company filing for bankruptcy, America is eager for its next diet craze. And a few spoonfuls of sugar may be just the kind of sacrifice that Americans can handle.

    Stephen J. Dubner and Steven D. Levitt are the authors of “Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything.” More information on the academic research behind this column is at www.freakonomics.com.

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    Mick Jagger fronting the Rolling Stones at Madison Square Garden on Tuesday night with, from left, Ron Woods, Keith Richards and Charlie Watts.

    September 14, 2005
    They May Be Seniors but They’re Still the Stones
    By BEN RATLIFF

    “Thangyaooh! Thangyaooh! Splendid! Are you feeling good?” Toward the end of the Rolling Stones’ concert at Madison Square Garden on Tuesday night, Mick Jagger did his fascinating preteen girl walk – on his toes, heels almost coming down as an afterthought – to sweep fully across the stage one more time. And a particularly strong version of “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” motored up, ending the band’s 20th show at the Garden since 1969.

    The Stones are touring behind their album of new material, “A Bigger Bang,” (Virgin) released last week, their first album of new material in eight years. Their last tour, in 2002 and 2003, came after a greatest-hits collection, “Forty Licks,” and those shows enshrined the back catalog by showing, on the screens above the stage, an image of a Stones album cover appropriate to the number being played. This tour, on the other hand, is partly about some new songs that sound old.

    But the Stones have sort of stopped being “about” things: it’s outside all brackets, connected to very little current rock ‘n’ roll, and not any kind of normal working band. Since they don’t mesh much with the context of the outside world, one can just focus on the work itself – the perseverance of Mr. Jagger’s imposing body language, and the weirdly overdecorated groove carpentered by the guitarists Keith Richards and Ron Wood, the drummer Charlie Watts and the bassist Darryl Jones.

    Mr. Watts and Mr. Jones stamped out tight rhythm all night, while Mr. Richards and Mr. Wood played their charmingly sloppy push-pull game, sometimes getting the tangle of slashing chords and winding, bending notes to sound elegant, but often wobbling off track. “Start Me Up” had some awkward out-of-sync moments; “Infamy,” from the new album, contained long stretches of piled-on guitar that seemed to go against the idea of musicians playing particular musical roles. There were long, extended vamps that didn’t really build, and “19th Nervous Breakdown,” the evening’s surprise, was also one of its draggier moments. The Stones haven’t often played it in recent years, and they took it at half-tempo, with four guitars in the mix, including Mr. Jagger and the backup musician Blondie Chaplin. It didn’t sound like a song about panic. It sounded more like a song about hot-tub therapy.

    But there were surges of power during the set. “Jumpin’ Jack Flash,” for one, which settled into a perfect tempo with full concentration; ditto “It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll” and the new “Rough Justice.” Mr. Richards continues to supply many of the band’s best moments. Several times he broke out of his serene, smiling demeanor and strode forward purposefully to play hard iterations of Chuck Berry riffs, and in “Miss You,” while the stage extended forward to the middle of the theater with the band on it, he improvised continuous, well-wrought blues licks.

    Mr. Jagger, for his part, smoothed over the rough spots. Barely smiling, jaws flexing as he raced around working at his craft, exercising the crowd with chants and falsetto taunts, he showed amazing willpower: he is determined to make the big-theater ritual work as it used to.

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  • Uprooted and Scattered Far From the Familiar




    Vincent Laforet/The New York Times

    A cemetery melts into parallel gray lines of crypts and crosses outside New Orleans


    September 11, 2005

    Uprooted and Scattered Far From the Familiar




    BLUFFDALE, Utah, Sept. 9 – Carrying the scraps of their lives in plastic trash bags, citizens of the drowned city of New Orleans landed in a strange new place a week ago and wondered where they were. The land was brown, and nearly everyone they saw was white.


    “I’m still not sure where I am – what do they call this, the upper West or something?” said Shelvin Cooter, 30, one of 583 people relocated from New Orleans to a National Guard camp here on a sagebrush plateau south of Salt Lake City, 1,410 miles from home.


    “We’re getting shown a lot of love, but we’re also getting a lot of stares like we’re aliens or something,” Mr. Cooter said. “Am I the only person out here with dreadlocks?”


    Hurricane Katrina has produced a diaspora of historic proportions. Not since the Dust Bowl of the 1930′s or the end of the Civil War in the 1860′s have so many Americans been on the move from a single event. Federal officials who are guiding the evacuation say 400,000 to upwards of one million people have been displaced from ruined homes, mainly in the New Orleans metropolitan area.


    Texas has taken in more than 230,000 people, according to Gov. Rick Perry. But others are scattered across the United States, airlifted from a city that is nine feet below sea level to mile-high shelters in Colorado, to desert mesas in New Mexico, piney woods in Arkansas, flatlands in Oklahoma, the breezy shore of Cape Cod and the beige-colored Wasatch Mountain front in Utah.


    Many say they will never go back, vowing to build new lives in strange lands, marked forever by the storm that forced their exodus. They seem dazed and disconnected, though happy to be alive, to be breathing clean air, to be dry. Others say they still feel utterly lost, uprooted from all that is familiar, desperate to find a missing brother or aunt.


    “The people are so nice, but this place is really strange to me,” said Desiree Thompson, who arrived in Albuquerque last Sunday with six of her children and two grandchildren, along with about 100 other evacuees. “The air is different. My nose feels all dry. The only thing I’ve seen that looks familiar is the McDonalds.”


    It came as a shock to Ms. Thompson and others when they were told of their destination – in mid-flight. They had boarded a military plane out of New Orleans last weekend, expecting to go to Texas, many of them said.


    “In the middle of the flight they told us they were taking us to New Mexico,” Ms. Thompson said. “New Mexico! Everyone said, ‘My God, they’re taking us to another country.’ “


    It was bad enough, Ms. Thompson said, that one of her sons is in another city and that a close family friend is still missing. She cried at the thought of them. Being in a place that felt so far away and foreign only added to the sense of dislocation.


    Not that New Mexico – the Land of Enchantment, rainbow-colored chili peppers and a black population of barely 3 percent – has not tried to make the exiled residents of New Orleans feel at home. Naomi Mosley offered free hair styling – “mostly relaxers and hair-straightening,” she said – to a handful of women at her parlor, and the Rev. Calvin Robinson was one of the preachers doling out counseling and soul food at a church in Albuquerque.


    “This is almost like the exodus of Moses,” Mr. Robinson said. “These people have left everything behind. Their friends and relatives are far away. Most of what they had is gone forever. They feel abandoned by the government, but we are trying to make them feel at home.”


    After he consumed two plates of mustard greens, fried chicken, potato salad and corn bread at God’s House Church in Albuquerque, 67-year-old Walter Antoine said the dinner was the nearest thing to New Orleans comfort food he has had in more than a week. Like others, he was sleeping on a cot at the Albuquerque convention center and was bused to the church for dinner.


    But sitting outside at sunset, with the 10,000-foot Sandia Mountains in the background, Mr. Antoine was pining for home, for his wife and for anything that looked or felt familiar. He had walked through knee-high water to a levee, where a helicopter rescued him. “See, I can’t get around all that well because I’m a double amputee,” he said, lifting his pants to show two prosthetic legs. “If I had a brother or sister or someone here, maybe I might stay. But I don’t know anybody. If I’m going to die, I want to die back in New Orleans.”


    But with the prospect that New Orleans could remain uninhabitable for months, many of those displaced by the hurricane say they are eager to start anew and never go back. They will always have what federal officials are calling the worst natural disaster in the United States as their common ground, but for now many people say they want to blend in and shed the horror of predatory winds, fetid water and lost loved ones.


    “It’s just time for another change, for me to start my life over,” said Matthew Brown, 37, newly relocated to Amarillo, in the dusty panhandle of Texas. “I have a job and a couple of offers. The money’s nice. People like me, treat me right.”


    Some 70 years ago, Amarillo was losing people, as the largest city inside the hardest-hit area of the Dust Bowl. As skies darkened with mile-high walls of dust and the land dried up, nearly 250,000 people fled from parts of five states in the Southern Plains. They were called Okies and Arkies, and many of them were not welcome in places like Los Angeles, where sheriff’s deputies arrested people without visible means of support.


    Now the Texas Panhandle, along with Oklahoma to the north, is on the receiving end of people made homeless by a force of nature. And while the evacuees say they have been struck by the kindness of the volunteers and residents, their relocation could start to strain state services. Texas officials have already indicated that state facilities are near capacity. Nearly 6,000 children from Louisiana have enrolled in Texas schools. After a request from Governor Perry, evacuees were flown to at least 12 other states. But thousands simply moved on their own, arriving by bus or car.


    “In some ways this is comparable to the close of the Civil War, or the Dust Bowl, but we have greater numbers now and there’s the suddenness of this movement – within a day or two, nearly a million people left their homes,” said Jeff Ferrell, a professor of sociology at Texas Christian University in Fort Worth, who has studied urban dislocation.


    “There’s been a tremendously generous response,” he said. “But what happens over the next few months? In Texas, we couldn’t even get the Legislature to fully fund the schools.”


    The diaspora is also concentrated close to home. Baton Rouge has nearly doubled from its prestorm population of 250,000, according to some city estimates, and that has already caused some grumbling among its residents. From there, evacuees spread out in ripples, with heavy populations in Georgia, Arkansas and Texas, and then to the nation’s far corners, to the Rocky Mountain states, the Pacific Northwest and New England.


    For now, after complaints from people who said they were being moved too many times, making it difficult to get anchored, federal officials say they are putting a hold on plans to fly large groups of people to other states.


    Joseph Haynes moved his wife, a family friend and two grown sons to Seattle, arriving in two cars after a 2,100-mile journey from their home in New Orleans. Mr. Haynes said he left behind a house he owns and a mechanic’s job that he suspects will never return. He headed for Seattle because one of his sons lives there.


    “What good is me going back with my family to a city that is dead?” he said. “Then my life would be dead. So I need to move on.”


    Here in Utah, more than a 100 of the evacuees have boarded buses from the shelter to go to Denver and Dallas, and then beyond. They said they needed to be closer to home. But others have already found jobs in the Beehive State, which has a black population of less than 1 percent, according to the last census, and they say they intend to stay.


    “I didn’t have a clue where they were taking us,” said Reginald Allen, 36, smoking a cigarette outside his temporary home at Camp Williams. “But when they told us it was Utah, I just said, ‘Well, it’s a change. I got to adapt.’ And now I got a job, and I plan to make this my home. I think I could be a cold-weather guy.’ “


    The Red Cross, which has been widely praised for running many of the shelters, helped to organize a job fair here on Thursday, which resulted in the hiring of 40 people.


    But there are some incongruous sights. Inside the community center at Camp Williams, where people are staying in barracks-style rooms, a posted sign gave notice of the chance to use the “rock-climbing wall today” as well the impending arrival of “ethnic hair products.”


    Like other shelters that are emptying quickly as people move into apartments, the one here was full of rolling rumors about a $2,000 debit card from the government – initially offered, then withdrawn by FEMA, then offered again – and clues about missing family members. Some of the evacuees still have a 2,000-mile stare, and they are frustrated by their inability to connect with people who were left behind, who may be dead or lost or in another distant shelter.


    “I got out on a helicopter line, but I saw one woman, she was too heavy, and she snapped the cable and fell into the water,” said George Lee Jr., 24. “Back home, the roof caved in on my bedroom, in my grandma’s house. But I’m O.K. My plan now is to find a job, save some money, and then maybe move to Florida.”


    For those who do stay here, one question was whether they would become more like people in Utah, or if Utahans would become more like them. There was some evidence of the latter. This week, a Cajun-themed dinner was planned in Salt Lake City for one of the most far-flung of the wandering tribes of New Orleans.


    Maureen Balleza, in Houston, and David Carrillo Peñaloza, in Seattle, contributed reporting for this article.





  • Lost at Tora Bora




    Erik de Castro/Reuters

    Dec. 16, 2001 – Despite the Afghan and American assault on Tora Bora, Osama bin Laden escaped.

    Lost at Tora Bora
    By MARY ANNE WEAVER

    Well past midnight one morning in early December 2001, according to American intelligence officials, Osama bin Laden sat with a group of top aides – including members of his elite international 055 Brigade – in the mountainous redoubt of Tora Bora in eastern Afghanistan. Outside, it was blustery and bitterly cold; many of the passes of the White Mountains, of which Tora Bora forms a part, were already blocked by snow. But inside the cave complex, where bin Laden had sought his final refuge from the American war in Afghanistan – a war in which Washington, that October, had struck back for the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks – bin Laden munched on olives and sipped sugary mint tea. He was dressed in his signature camouflage jacket, and a Kalashnikov rested by his side. Captured Qaeda fighters, interviewed separately, told American interrogators that they recalled an address that bin Laden had made to his followers shortly before dawn. It concerned martyrdom. American bombs, including a 15,000-pound “daisy cutter,” were raining from the sky and pulverizing a number of the Tora Bora caves. And yet, one American intelligence official told me recently, if any one thing distinguished Osama bin Laden on that cold December day, it was the fact that the 44-year-old Saudi multimillionaire appeared to be supremely confident.

    The first time bin Laden had seen the Tora Bora caves, he had been a young mujahedeen fighter and a recent university graduate with a degree in civil engineering. It had been some 20 years before, during Washington’s first Afghan war, the decade-long, C.I.A.-financed jihad of the 1980′s against the Soviet occupation. Rising to more than 13,000 feet, 35 miles southwest of the provincial capital of Jalalabad, Tora Bora was a fortress of snow-capped peaks, steep valleys and fortified caves. Its miles of tunnels, bunkers and base camps, dug deeply into the steep rock walls, had been part of a C.I.A.-financed complex built for the mujahedeen. Bin Laden had flown in dozens of bulldozers and other pieces of heavy equipment from his father’s construction empire, the Saudi Binladin Group, one of the most prosperous construction companies in Saudi Arabia and throughout the Persian Gulf. According to one frequently told story, bin Laden would drive one of the bulldozers himself across the precipitous mountain peaks, constructing defensive tunnels and storage depots.

    Indeed, by December 2001, when the final battle of Tora Bora took place, the cave complex had been so refined that it was said to have its own ventilation system and a power system created by a series of hydroelectric generators; bin Laden is believed to have designed the latter. Tora Bora’s walls and the floors of its hundreds of rooms were finished and smooth and extended some 350 yards into the granite mountain that enveloped them.

    Now, as the last major battle of the war in Afghanistan began, hidden from view inside the caves were an estimated 1,500 to 2,000 well-trained, well-armed men. A mile below, at the base of the caves, some three dozen U.S. Special Forces troops fanned out. They were the only ground forces that senior American military leaders had committed to the Tora Bora campaign.


    Yunis Khalis long worried that such a moment would arrive. A theologian and warrior of considerable repute, Khalis knew the Americans well: he had fought for them two decades before. And if there was one thing that the octogenarian leader knew, it was that he really didn’t like the Americans much at all. Nevertheless, as one head of the fratricidal alliance of Afghan resistance groups, he had accepted Washington’s largess, and over the years, as the war against the Soviet occupiers progressed, Khalis, among the seven resistance leaders, would receive the third-largest share of the more than $3 billion of weapons and funds that the C.I.A. invested in the jihad. As the godfather of Jalalabad, the capital of the province of Nangarhar, Khalis controlled a vast territory, including Tora Bora. It had been a key operational center for his fighters during the anti-Soviet war. And it was a key operational center for Osama bin Laden now. The caves were so close that Khalis could see them from the verandah of his sprawling stucco home.

    One evening earlier this summer, I asked Masood Farivar, a former Khalis officer who had fought in Tora Bora during the jihad, to tell me why the caves were so important. “They’re rugged, formidable and isolated,” he said. “If you know them, you can come and go with ease. But if you don’t, they’re a labyrinth that you can’t penetrate. They rise in some places to 14,000 feet, and for 10 years the Soviets pummeled them with everything they had, but to absolutely no avail. Another reason they’re so important is their proximity to the border and to Pakistan” – less than 20 miles away.

    Bin Laden knew the caves as well as Farivar and Khalis did. He had fought in nearby Jaji and Ali Khel and in the 1989 battle of Jalalabad. He knew every ridge and mountain pass, every C.I.A. trail. For this was the area where bin Laden had spent more than a decade of his life.

    It was also during the war years that bin Laden first met Khalis; the two men became very close friends. Indeed, when bin Laden returned to Afghanistan in May 1996 from his base in the Sudan (after the United States insisted that the Sudanese government expel him), it was Khalis, along with two of his key commanders – Hajji Abdul Qadir and Engineer Mahmoud – who first invited him. And it was also Khalis who, later that year, would introduce bin Laden to the one-eyed leader of the Taliban, Mullah Muhammad Omar, who had fought with Khalis – and would later become his protégé – during the jihad.

    “Khalis had an avuncular interest in bin Laden,” Michael Scheuer, the former head of the C.I.A.’s bin Laden unit and the author of “Imperial Hubris,” told me recently when we met at a Washington coffeehouse. “Osama lost his father when he was young, and Khalis became a substitute father figure to him. As far as Khalis was concerned, he considered Osama the perfect Islamic youth.”

    Bin Laden, along with his four wives and 20-some children, moved into the well-fortified Khalis family compound nine years ago and then to a farm on the outskirts of Jalalabad. But shortly thereafter, Engineer Mahmoud was assassinated, and there were two assassination attempts against bin Laden, too. “They were both very crude,” Scheuer said, “and they smacked of the Saudis” – who had earlier tried to assassinate bin Laden in Khartoum. “As a result, bin Laden wanted to move away from the main road. So Khalis gave him two of his fighting positions in the mountains – Tora Bora and Milawa. Bin Laden immediately began to customize and rebuild the two: Tora Bora for his family and his key aides; Milawa for his fighters and as a command center and logistics hub. By the time bin Laden moved to Kandahar” – then a Taliban stronghold – “in May of 1997, the two mountain redoubts had been completely refurbished and modernized: they were there, just waiting for him in 2001.”

    Some six weeks after the Sept. 11 attacks and nearly two weeks after the bombing of Afghanistan began on Oct. 7, American military leaders – who had no off-the-shelf invasion plans, not even an outline, for Afghanistan – finally succeeded in getting the first forces in: a 12-man Special Forces A-team helicoptered in from Uzbekistan to the Panjshir Valley. There they joined forces with the Northern Alliance, an anti-Taliban militia that controlled only 10 percent of Afghanistan but to whom Washington delegated the ground war. The view prevailing among senior American military leaders was that overwhelming air power, suitcases full of cash and surrogate militias could win the war. The intricacies of Afghan tribal life appeared to elude everyone.

    n late October or early November, according to Scheuer, American operatives went to see Khalis to seek his support. “Khalis said that he was retired and doing nothing now,” Scheuer told me. “It was the last time” American intelligence officials saw him. “It was so bizarre! Didn’t anybody know about Khalis’s friendship with bin Laden? Or that Khalis was the only one of the seven mujahedeen leaders who remained neutral about, and sometimes even supported, the Taliban?” He shook his head and then went on: “And even after Sept. 11, indeed in spite of it, as soon as our bombing of Afghanistan began, Khalis issued a well-publicized call for jihad against U.S. forces in Afghanistan.”

    When Khalis turned the Americans down, Special Forces troops recruited two of his former commanders. They made an unlikely couple: Hazarat Ali and Hajji Zaman. The former, with just a fourth-grade education, was barely literate, a bully and unrefined; the other was a wealthy drug smuggler, fluent in English and French, and a polished raconteur who was lured back to Afghanistan from his exile in France by the United States. Both were schemers who had come of age on the battlefields of the anti-Soviet war, Ali as a teenager in Tora Bora and Zaman in Jalalabad. Ali had joined the Taliban for a time, then moved north and embraced the Northern Alliance; Zaman had supported neither, and when the Taliban came to power, he chose exile. Ali owed his rise largely to the Pentagon, which ultimately enlisted him to lead the ground battle in the Tora Bora caves; Zaman, a Pashtun leader and member of the Khugyani Tribe, had his own base of support, something that Ali, a member of a minor, non-Pashtun tribal grouping, lacked.

    A third militia leader – less experienced but of more distinguished pedigree – who would bring his forces to Tora Bora was Hajji Zahir, the 27-year-old somewhat skittish son of Hajji Abdul Qadir, Yunis Khalis’s former military commander and one of the three men who had welcomed bin Laden when he returned to Afghanistan. Indeed, as the Americans were recruiting his son, Hajji Abdul Qadir was about to reclaim the governorship of Nangarhar Province, a post he had relinquished when the Taliban arrived, in a power transfer Khalis and bin Laden would help to consummate.

    Bin Laden had returned to Jalalabad on or about Nov. 10, a U.S. intelligence official told me recently, and that same afternoon, according to a March 4, 2002, report in The Christian Science Monitor, he gave a fiery speech at the Jalalabad Islamic studies center – as American bombs exploded nearby – to a thousand or so regional tribal leaders, vowing that if united they could teach the Americans “a lesson, the same one we taught the Russians” when many of the chieftains had fought in America’s first Afghan war. Dressed in a gray shalwar kameez, the long shirt and bloused trousers favored in Afghanistan, and his camouflage jacket, bin Laden held a small Kalakov, a shorter version of the Kalashnikov, in his hand. As the crowd began to shout “Zindibad [Long live] Osama,” the leader of Al Qaeda moved through the banquet hall dispensing white envelopes, some bulky, some thin, the thickness proportionate to the number of extended families under each leader’s command. Lesser chieftains, according to those present, received the equivalent of $300 in Pakistani rupees; leaders of larger clans, up to $10,000.

    Bin Laden really didn’t have to buy the loyalty of the Pashtun tribal chiefs; they were already devoted to him. He was, after all, the only non-Afghan Muslim of any consequence in the past half-century who had stood with the Afghans. But on that November afternoon, and on the nights that followed it, as bin Laden began to lay the groundwork for his escape from the Tora Bora caves, the elusive Qaeda leader was determined to be absolutely sure.

    The following evening, or the evening after, bin Laden, according to an Afghan intelligence official, dined in Jalalabad with other Pashtun tribal chiefs from Parachinar, Pakistan, an old military outpost I first visited nearly 20 years before. Parachinar had been a key staging area for the C.I.A. during the jihad, and its tribal leaders had profited immensely. A picturesque town in the Kurram Valley, Parachinar was also Pakistan’s first line of defense against any Afghan incursion. Beyond it lie only the White Mountains – and the caves of Tora Bora – and desolate stretches of no man’s land.

    The last time bin Laden was seen in Jalalabad was the evening of Nov. 13, when he, along with Khalis’s son, Mujahid Ullah, and other tribal leaders negotiated a peaceful hand-over of power from the Taliban to a caretaker government. Under its terms, Khalis would take temporary control of the city until the formation of a newly appointed U.S.-backed government. He, of course, made certain that the Eastern Shura, as the government is called, was stacked with men who owed their loyalty to him. Hajji Abdul Qadir, his former military commander, became Nangarhar Province’s governor again.

    Bin Laden’s Arab fighters had used Jalalabad as a base and as a command center for a number of years, and now they dispersed, loading their weapons and their clothing, their children and their wives into the backs of several hundred lorries, armored vehicles and four-wheel-drive trucks. Some Taliban fighters followed suit. Others disappeared, removing their signature black turbans and returning to their villages and towns.

    As the convoy was being readied, bin Laden said his goodbyes: to the Taliban governor; to Mujahid Ullah, Khalis’s son; and to scores of the tribal leaders who had received his white envelopes three days before. He was dressed now as he had been dressed then and cradled his Kalakov, even though he was surrounded by some 60 armed guards.

    Then he entered a custom-designed white Toyota Corolla, and the convoy sped away toward the mountains of Tora Bora, where he waited for the Americans to arrive.

    y late November, Hazarat Ali, Hajji Zaman and Hajji Zahir had assembled a motley force of some 2,500 men – supplemented by a fleet of battered Russian tanks – at the base of Tora Bora. The Afghans were ill equipped and poorly trained. They also lacked the commitment that bin Laden’s fighters had. Hidden from view at 5,000 feet and above in the scores of valleys, forests and caves, the Qaeda fighters not only had the tremendous advantage of the terrain; their redoubts were replete with generators, electricity and heat and copious stocks of provisions. Snow covered the mountain, and it was bitterly cold. The Afghan fighters at its base grumbled and quarreled endlessly. It was also the holy month of Ramadan, when Muslims fast from dawn to dusk, and some of the Afghans had the irritating tendency to leave their posts and return home to celebrate iftar, the evening meal that breaks the fast.

    Perhaps more ominous was the growing antipathy between Hazarat Ali and Hajji Zaman: both ruthless, both greedy, both corrupt, both flashing fistfuls of new $100 bills – one a Pashtun, the other not. Their mutual loathing became so intense that on more than one occasion they and their fighters, instead of fighting Al Qaeda, shot each other’s men.

    The American bombardment of Tora Bora, which had been going on for a month, yielded to saturation airstrikes on Nov. 30 in anticipation of the ground war. Hundreds of civilians died that weekend, along with a number of Afghan fighters, according to Hajji Zaman, who had already dispatched tribal elders from the region to plead with bin Laden’s commanders to abandon Tora Bora. Three days later, on Dec. 3, in one of the war’s more shambolic moments, Hazarat Ali announced that the ground offensive would begin. Word quickly spread through the villages and towns, and hundreds of ill-prepared men rushed to the mountain’s base. The timing of the call to war was so unexpected that Hajji Zahir, one of its three lead commanders, told journalists at the time that he nearly slept through it.

    On a map, it was little more than a mile from the bottom of the White Mountains to the first tier of the Qaeda caves, but the snow was thick and the slopes were steep and, for the Afghan fighters, it was a three-hour climb. They were ambushed nearly as soon as they arrived. The battle lasted for only 10 minutes before bin Laden’s fighters disappeared up the slope and the Afghans limped away. Over the coming days, a pattern would emerge: the Afghans would strike, then retreat. On some occasions, a cave would change hands twice in one day. It was only on the third day of the battle that the three dozen Special Forces troops arrived. But their mission was strictly limited to assisting and advising and calling in air strikes, according to the orders of Gen. Tommy Franks, the head of U.S. Central Command, who was running the war from his headquarters in Tampa, Fla.

    Even after the arrival of the Special Forces, the Afghan militias were making little headway in their efforts to assault the Qaeda caves – largely as a result of heavier resistance than they had expected – despite having launched simultaneous attacks from the east, west and north. They had sent none of their forces to the south, where the highest peaks of the White Mountains are bisected by the border with Pakistan. The commanders, according to news reports, argued vehemently among themselves on what the conditions on the southern side of the mountain were: some insisted it was uncrossable, closed in by snow; other commanders were far less sure.

    By now, the Taliban’s stronghold in Kandahar had fallen or, more correctly, had been abandoned by the soldiers of the regime. The Taliban retreat from Kandahar was emblematic of the war. None of Afghanistan’s cities had been won by force alone. Taliban fighters, after intense bombing, had simply made strategic withdrawals. A number of American officers were now convinced that this was about to happen at Tora Bora, too.

    One of them was Brig. Gen. James N. Mattis, the commander of some 4,000 marines who had arrived in the Afghan theater by now. Mattis, along with another officer with whom I spoke, was convinced that with these numbers he could have surrounded and sealed off bin Laden’s lair, as well as deployed troops to the most sensitive portions of the largely unpatrolled border with Pakistan. He argued strongly that he should be permitted to proceed to the Tora Bora caves. The general was turned down. An American intelligence official told me that the Bush administration later concluded that the refusal of Centcom to dispatch the marines – along with their failure to commit U.S. ground forces to Afghanistan generally – was the gravest error of the war.

    A week or so after General Mattis’s request was denied, the turning point in the battle of Tora Bora came. It was Dec. 12. Hajji Zaman had by now realized that the Qaeda fighters were better armed than his men and that they were also prepared to die rather than surrender to him. He was also becoming increasingly irritated with Hazarat Ali and with the snow. And in a few days the feast of Eid al-Fitr, which ends Ramadan, would begin. The stalemate, the Americans’ surrogate commander decided, simply had to end. So, through a series of intermediaries and then directly, Hajji Zaman made radio contact with some of bin Laden’s commanders and offered a cease-fire. The Americans were furious. The negotiations – to which Hazarat Ali acquiesced since he, too, was now holding secret talks with Al Qaeda – continued for hours. By the time they came to an end, Hajji Zaman’s interlocutor, hidden somewhere in the caves above, was probably bin Laden’s son Salah Uddin. If the Qaeda forces surrendered, Hajji Zaman’s contact said, it would be only to the United Nations. Then he requested additional time to meet with other commanders. He would be back in touch by 8 the following morning, the younger bin Laden said.

    American intelligence officials now believe that some 800 Qaeda fighters escaped Tora Bora that night. Others had already left; still others stayed behind, including bin Laden. “You’ve got to give him credit,” Gary Schroen, a former C.I.A. officer who led the first American paramilitary team into Afghanistan in 2001, told me. “He stayed in Tora Bora until the bitter end.” By the time the Afghan militias advanced to the last of the Tora Bora caves, no one of any significance remained: about 20 bedraggled young men were taken prisoner that day, Dec. 17.

    On or about Dec. 16, 2001, according to American intelligence estimates, bin Laden left Tora Bora for the last time, accompanied by bodyguards and aides. Other Qaeda leaders dispersed by different routes, but bin Laden and his men are believed to have journeyed on horseback directly south toward Pakistan, crossing through the same mountain passes and over the same little-known smugglers’ trails through which the C.I.A.’s convoys passed during the jihad years. And all along the route, in the dozens of villages and towns on both sides of the frontier, the Pashtun tribes would have lighted campfires along the way to guide the horsemen as they slowly continued through the snow and on toward the old Pakistani military outpost of Parachinar.

    Tora Bora was the one time after the 9/11 attacks when United States operatives were confident they knew precisely where Osama bin Laden was and could have captured or killed him. Some have argued that it was Washington’s last chance; others say that although it will be considerably more difficult now, bin Laden is not beyond our reach. But the stakes are considerably higher than they were nearly four years ago, and terrain and political sensibilities are far more our natural enemies now.

    There is no indication that bin Laden ever left Pakistan after he crossed the border that snowy December night; nor is there any indication that he ever left the country’s Pashtun tribal lands, moving from Parachinar to Waziristan, then north into Mohmand and Bajaur, one American intelligence official told me. The areas are among the most remote and rugged on earth, and they are vast. Had bin Laden been surrounded at Tora Bora, he would have been confined to an area of several dozen square miles; now he could well be in an area that snakes across some 40,000 square miles.

    Defending its decision not to commit forces to the Tora Bora campaign, members of the Bush administration – including the president, the vice president and Gen. Tommy Franks – have continued to insist, as recently as the last presidential campaign, that there was no definitive information that bin Laden was even in Tora Bora in December 2001. “We don’t know to this day whether Mr. bin Laden was at Tora Bora,” Franks wrote in an Oct. 19, 2004, Op-Ed article in The New York Times. Intelligence assessments on the Qaeda leader’s location varied, Franks continued, and bin Laden was “never within our grasp.” It was not until this spring that the Pentagon, after a Freedom of Information Act request, released a document to The Associated Press that says Pentagon investigators believed that bin Laden was at Tora Bora and that he escaped.

    The document’s release came at a particularly delicate time for the United States. A newly resurgent Taliban was on the rise. Its attacks on American forces – launched from Pakistan, according to Afghan officials – were more lethal, better organized and more widespread than at any time since the war against terror began. And President Pervez Musharraf, the military ruler of Pakistan who is ostensibly our key ally in that war, had, to a growing extent, become an ally on his own terms. It was only in the last days of July that he once again committed himself to embark on a campaign against his country’s Islamic militants. And this was only as a result of suggestions that there were Pakistani links to the bombings that month in London and the Egyptian resort of Sharm el-Sheikh.

    At the same time, to Musharraf’s irritation, reports surfaced again – from Indian and Afghan officials, Taliban prisoners and opposition politicians in Pakistan – of terrorist training camps in the Mansehra district of northern Pakistan and the restive southern province of Baluchistan. There, the provincial capital of Quetta had, for all intents and purposes, become a Taliban town. Black-turbaned Talibs swaggered through its bazaars, photographs of bin Laden and Taliban banners adorned its muddy lanes and the Taliban leader Mullah Omar was believed to be in residence.

    I puzzled over whether Musharraf’s new determination would include finally becoming serious about the hunt for bin Laden. No one to whom I spoke was at all convinced. A few weeks earlier, I had asked George Perkovich of the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace, an expert on South Asian security issues, what he thought about Musharraf’s commitment to the search generally. “For me, the outstanding question is, At the highest levels in Islamabad is there a conviction that capturing or killing bin Laden would be good for the leadership of Pakistan?” Perkovich replied. “And given the answer to that question, how hard are they willing to try? And can they afford to be seen as being solidly on America’s side? I think Musharraf also worries about whether or not Washington will stay the course. Therefore, he’s got to keep the Americans online: hold back something that they want. And, in that respect, Osama could be seen as an insurance policy for them.”

    According to Gary Schroen, the former C.I.A. officer, “We’re never going to get bin Laden without the total cooperation of Pakistan, and there’s a lot more they could do.”

    “Such as?” I asked.

    “Winning over their military is imperative,” he said. “We’ve got to convince them that it’s in their interest to bring bin Laden in. And that means allowing us to send Special Forces and C.I.A. teams, in sufficient numbers, into the northern areas with the ability to move around, to establish networks on the ground. We’ve also got to refocus U.S. military strategy in Afghanistan in order to have coordinated military operations between the two sides of the frontier.” He paused and said, “It’s all up to the Pakistanis now.”

    “How would this affect Musharraf if he agreed?” I asked.

    He thought for a moment, and then he replied, “If his hand was ever seen as the one that turned bin Laden over, he wouldn’t be able to survive.”

    Dec. 16, 2001: Despite the Afghan and American assault on Tora Bora, Osama bin Laden escaped.

    #photograph by erik de castro/reuters/corbis

    Mary Anne Weaver, who has been a Guggenheim fellow and a Council on Foreign Relations fellow this year, is the author of “Pakistan: In the Shadow of Jihad and Afghanistan.”

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  • September 11, 2005

    Taking Stock of the Forever War




    I. Seldom has an image so clearly marked the turning of the world. One of man’s mightiest structures collapses into an immense white blossom of churning, roiling dust, metamorphosing in 14 seconds from hundred-story giant of the earth into towering white plume reaching to heaven. The demise of the World Trade Center gave us an image as newborn to the world of sight as the mushroom cloud must have appeared to those who first cast eyes on it. I recall vividly the seconds flowing by as I sat gaping at the screen, uncomprehending and unbelieving, while Peter Jennings’s urbane, perfectly modulated voice murmured calmly on about flights being grounded, leaving unacknowledged and unexplained – unconfirmed – the incomprehensible scene unfolding in real time before our eyes. “Hang on there a second,” the famously unflappable Jennings finally stammered – the South Tower had by now vanished into a boiling caldron of white smoke – “I just want to check one thing. . .because. . .we now have.. . .What do we have? We don’t. . .?” Marveling later that “the most powerful image was the one I actually didn’t notice while it was occurring,” Jennings would say simply that “it was beyond our imagination.”


    Looking back from this moment, precisely four years later, it still seems almost inconceivable that 10 men could have done that – could have brought those towers down. Could have imagined doing what was “beyond our imagination.” When a few days later, the German composer Karlheinz Stockhausen remarked that this was “the greatest work of art in the history of the cosmos,” I shared the anger his words called forth but couldn’t help sensing their bit of truth: “What happened there – spiritually – this jump out of security, out of the everyday, out of life, that happens sometimes poco a poco in art.” No “little by little” here: however profoundly evil the art, the sheer immensity and inconceivability of the attack had forced Americans instantaneously to “jump out of security, out of the everyday, out of life” and had thrust them through a portal into a strange and terrifying new world, where the inconceivable, the unimaginable, had become brutally possible.


    In the face of the unimaginable, small wonder that leaders would revert to the language of apocalypse, of crusade, of “moral clarity.” Speaking at the National Cathedral just three days after the attacks, President Bush declared that while “Americans do not yet have the distance of history. . .our responsibility to history is already clear: to answer these attacks and rid the world of evil.” Astonishing words – imaginable, perhaps, only from an American president, leading a people given naturally in times of crisis to enlisting national power in the cause of universal redemption. “The enemy is not a single political regime or person or religion or ideology,” declared the National Security Strategy of the United States of America for 2002. “The enemy is terrorism – premeditated, politically motivated violence perpetrated against innocents.” Not Islamic terrorism or Middle Eastern terrorism or even terrorism directed against the United States: terrorism itself. “Declaring war on ‘terror,”‘ as one military strategist later remarked to me, “is like declaring war on air power.” It didn’t matter; apocalypse, retribution, redemption were in the air, and the grandeur of the goal must be commensurate with the enormity of the crime. Within days of the attacks, President Bush had launched a “global war on terror.”


    Today marks four years of war. Four years after the attack on Pearl Harbor, U.S. troops ruled unchallenged in Japan and Germany. During those 48 months, Americans created an unmatched machine of war and decisively defeated two great enemies.


    How are we to judge the global war on terror four years on? In this war, the president had warned, “Americans should not expect one battle but a lengthy campaign.” We could expect no “surrender ceremony on a deck of a battleship,” and indeed, apart from the president’s abortive attempt on the U.S.S. Lincoln to declare victory in Iraq, there has been none. Failing such rituals of capitulation, by what “metric” – as the generals say – can we measure the progress of the global war on terror?


    Four years after the collapse of the towers, evil is still with us and so is terrorism. Terrorists have staged spectacular attacks, killing thousands, in Tunisia, Bali, Mombasa, Riyadh, Istanbul, Casablanca, Jakarta, Madrid, Sharm el Sheik and London, to name only the best known. Last year, they mounted 651 “significant terrorist attacks,” triple the year before and the highest since the State Department started gathering figures two decades ago. One hundred ninety-eight of these came in Iraq, Bush’s “central front of the war on terror” – nine times the year before. And this does not include the hundreds of attacks on U.S. troops. It is in Iraq, which was to serve as the first step in the “democratization of the Middle East,” that insurgents have taken terrorism to a new level, killing well over 4,000 people since April in Baghdad alone; in May, Iraq suffered 90 suicide-bombings. Perhaps the “shining example of democracy” that the administration promised will someday come, but for now Iraq has become a grotesque advertisement for the power and efficacy of terror.


    As for the “terrorist groups of global reach,” Al Qaeda, according to the president, has been severely wounded. “We’ve captured or killed two-thirds of their known leaders,” he said last year. And yet however degraded Al Qaeda’s operational capacity, nearly every other month, it seems, Osama bin Laden or one of his henchmen appears on the world’s television screens to expatiate on the ideology and strategy of global jihad and to urge followers on to more audacious and more lethal efforts. This, and the sheer number and breadth of terrorist attacks, suggest strongly that Al Qaeda has now become Al Qaedaism – that under the American and allied assault, what had been a relatively small, conspiratorial organization has mutated into a worldwide political movement, with thousands of followers eager to adopt its methods and advance its aims. Call it viral Al Qaeda, carried by strongly motivated next-generation followers who download from the Internet’s virtual training camp a perfectly adequate trade-craft in terror. Nearly two years ago, Secretary of Defense Donald H. Rumsfeld, in a confidential memorandum, posed the central question about the war on terror: “Are we capturing, killing or deterring and dissuading more terrorists every day than the madrassas and the radical clerics are recruiting, training and deploying against us?” The answer is clearly no. “We have taken a ball of quicksilver,” says the counterinsurgency specialist John Arquilla, “and hit it with a hammer.”


    What has helped those little bits of quicksilver grow and flourish is, above all, the decision to invade and occupy Iraq, which has left the United States bogged down in a brutal, highly visible counterinsurgency war in the heart of the Arab world. Iraq has become a training ground that will temper and prepare the next generation of jihadist terrorists and a televised stage from which the struggle of radical Islam against the “crusader forces” can be broadcast throughout the Islamic world. “Islamic extremists are exploiting the Iraqi conflict to recruit new anti-U.S. jihadists,” Porter J. Goss, director of the C.I.A., told the Senate in February. “These jihadists who survive will leave Iraq experienced in, and focused on, acts of urban terrorism. They represent a potential pool of contacts to build transnational terrorist cells, groups and networks in Saudi Arabia, Jordan and other countries.”


    As the Iraq war grows increasingly unpopular in the United States – scarcely a third of Americans now approve of the president’s handling of the war, and 4 in 10 think it was worth fighting – and as more and more American leaders demand that the administration “start figuring out how we get out of there” (in the words of Senator Chuck Hagel, a Republican), Americans confront a stark choice: whether to go on indefinitely fighting a politically self-destructive counterinsurgency war that keeps the jihadists increasingly well supplied with volunteers or to withdraw from a post-Saddam Hussein Iraq that remains chaotic and unstable and beset with civil strife and thereby hand Al Qaeda and its allies a major victory in the war on terror’s “central front.”


    Four years after we watched the towers fall, Americans have not succeeded in “ridding the world of evil.” We have managed to show ourselves, our friends and most of all our enemies the limits of American power. Instead of fighting the real war that was thrust upon us on that incomprehensible morning four years ago, we stubbornly insisted on fighting a war of the imagination, an ideological struggle that we defined not by frankly appraising the real enemy before us but by focusing on the mirror of our own obsessions. And we have finished – as the escalating numbers of terrorist attacks, the grinding Iraq insurgency, the overstretched American military and the increasing political dissatisfaction at home show – by fighting precisely the kind of war they wanted us to fight.


    II. Facing what is beyond imagination, you find sense in the familiar. Standing before Congress on Sept. 20, 2001, George W. Bush told Americans why they had been attacked. “They hate our freedoms,” the president declared. “Our freedom of speech, our freedom to vote and assemble and disagree with each other.” As for Al Qaeda’s fundamentalist religious mission: “We are not deceived by their pretenses to piety. We have seen their kind before. They are the heirs of all the murderous ideologies of the 20th century. By sacrificing human life to serve their radical visions – by abandoning every value except the will to power – they follow in the path of fascism, and Nazism, and totalitarianism. And they will follow that path all the way, to where it ends: in history’s unmarked grave of discarded lies.”


    Stirring words, and effective, for they domesticated the unthinkable in the categories of the accustomed. The terrorists are only the latest in a long line of “evildoers.” Like the Nazis and the Communists before them, they are Americans’ evil twins: tyrants to our free men, totalitarians to our democrats. The world, after a confusing decade, had once again split in two. However disorienting the horror of the attacks, the “war on terror” was simply a reprise of the cold war. As Harry S. Truman christened the cold war by explaining to Americans how, “at the present moment in world history, nearly every nation must choose between alternative ways of life,” George W. Bush declared his global war on terror by insisting that “every nation, in every region, now has a decision to make. Either you are with us, or you are with the terrorists.” The echo, as much administration rhetoric since has shown, was not coincidental. Terrorists, like Communists, despised America not because of what our country did but because of who we are. Hating “our values” and “our freedoms,” the evildoers were depicted as deeply irrational and committed to a nihilistic philosophy of obliteration, reawakening for Americans the sleeping image of the mushroom cloud. “This is not aimed at our policies,” Henry Kissinger intoned. “This is aimed at our existence.”


    Such rhetoric not only fell easily on American ears. It provided a familiar context for a disoriented national-security bureaucracy that had been created to fight the cold war and was left, at its ending, without clear purpose. “Washington policy and defense cultures still seek out cold-war models,” as members of the Defense Science Board, a Defense Department task force commissioned to examine the war on terror, observed in a report last year. “With the surprise announcement of a new struggle, the U.S. government reflexively inclined toward cold-war-style responses to the new threat, without a thought or a care as to whether these were the best responses to a very different strategic situation.”


    Al Qaeda was not the Nazis or the Soviet Communists. Al Qaeda controlled no state, fielded no regular army. It was a small, conspiratorial organization, dedicated to achieving its aims through guerrilla tactics, notably a kind of spectacular terrorism carried to a level of apocalyptic brutality the world had not before seen. Mass killing was the necessary but not the primary aim, for the point of such terror was to mobilize recruits for a political cause – to move sympathizers to act – and to tempt the enemy into reacting in such a way as to make that mobilization easier. And however extreme and repugnant Al Qaeda’s methods, its revolutionary goals were by no means unusual within Islamist opposition groups throughout the Muslim world. “If there is one overarching goal they share,” wrote the authors of the Defense Science Board report, “it is the overthrow of what Islamists call the ‘apostate’ regimes: the tyrannies of Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, Jordan and the gulf states.. . .The United States finds itself in the strategically awkward – and potentially dangerous – situation of being the longstanding prop and alliance partner of these authoritarian regimes. Without the U.S., these regimes could not survive. Thus the U.S. has strongly taken sides in a desperate struggle that is both broadly cast for all Muslims and country-specific.”


    The broad aim of the many-stranded Salafi movement, which includes the Muslim Brotherhood of Egypt and the Wahhabis of Saudi Arabia and of which Al Qaeda is one extreme version, is to return Muslims to the ancient ways of pure Islam – of Islam as it was practiced by the Prophet Muhammad and his early followers in the seventh century. Standing between the more radical Salafi groups and their goal of a conservative Islamic revolution are the “apostate regimes,” the “idolators” now ruling in Riyadh, Cairo, Amman, Islamabad and other Muslim capitals. All these authoritarian regimes oppress their people: on this point Al Qaeda and those in the Bush administration who promote “democratization in the Arab world” agree. Many of the Salafists, however, see behind the “near enemies” ruling over them a “far enemy” in Washington, a superpower without whose financial and military support the Mubarak regime, the Saudi royal family and the other conservative autocracies of the Arab world would fall before their attacks. When the United States sent hundreds of thousands of American troops to Saudi Arabia after Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait, Al Qaeda seized on the perfect issue: the “far enemy” had actually come and occupied the Land of the Two Holy Places and done so at the shameful invitation of the “near enemy” – the corrupt Saudi dynasty. As bin Laden observed of the Saudis in his 1996 “Declaration of Jihad”: “This situation is a curse put on them by Allah for not objecting to the oppressive and illegitimate behavior and measures of the ruling regime: ignoring the divine Shariah law; depriving people of their legitimate rights; allowing the Americans to occupy the Land of the Two Holy Places.”


    But how to “re-establish the greatness of this Ummah” – the Muslim people – “and to liberate its occupied sanctities”? On this bin Laden is practical and frank: because of “the imbalance of power between our armed forces and the enemy forces, a suitable means of fighting must be adopted, i.e., using fast-moving light forces that work under complete secrecy. In other words, to initiate a guerrilla warfare.” Such warfare, depending on increasingly spectacular acts of terrorism, would be used to “prepare and instigate the Ummah. . .against the enemy.” The notion of “instigation,” indeed, is critical, for the purpose of terror is not to destroy your enemy directly but rather to spur on your sleeping allies to enlightenment, to courage and to action. It is a kind of horrible advertisement, meant to show those millions of Muslims who sympathize with Al Qaeda’s view of American policy that something can be done to change it.


    III. Fundamentalist Islamic thought took aim at America’s policies, not at its existence. Americans tend to be little interested in these policies or their history and thus see the various Middle East cataclysms of the last decades as sudden, unrelated explosions lighting up a murky and threatening landscape, reinforcing the sense that the 9/11 attacks were not only deadly and appalling but also irrational, incomprehensible: that they embodied pure evil. The central strand of American policy – unflinching support for the conservative Sunni regimes of the Persian Gulf – extends back 60 years, to a legendary meeting between Franklin D. Roosevelt and King Saud aboard an American cruiser in the Great Bitter Lake in Egypt. The American president and the Saudi king agreed there on a simple bond of interest: the Saudis, rulers over a sparsely populated but incalculably wealthy land, would see their power guaranteed against all threats, internal and external. In return, the United States could count on a stable supply of oil, developed and pumped by American companies. This policy stood virtually unthreatened for more than three decades.


    The eruption of Iran’s Islamic revolution in 1978 dealt a blow to this compact of interests and cast in relief its central contradictions. The shah, who owed his throne to a covert C.I.A. intervention that returned him to power in 1953, had been a key American ally in the gulf, and the Islamic revolution that swept him from power showed at work what was to become a familiar dynamic: “friendly” autocrats ruling over increasingly impatient and angry peoples who evidence resentment if not outright hostility toward the superpower ally, in whom they see the ultimate source of their own repression.


    Iran’s Islamic revolution delivered a body blow to the Middle East status quo not unlike that landed by the French Revolution on the European autocratic order two centuries before; it was ideologically aggressive, inherently expansionist and deeply threatening to its neighbors – in this case, to the United States’ Sunni allies, many of whom had substantial Shia minorities, and to Iraq, which, though long ruled by Sunnis, had a substantial Shia majority. Ayatollah Khomeini’s virulent and persistent calls for Saddam Hussein’s overthrow, and the turmoil that had apparently weakened the Iranian armed forces, tempted Saddam Hussein to send his army to attack Iran in 1980. American policy makers looked on this with favor, seeing in the bloody Iran-Iraq war the force that would blunt the revolutionary threat to America’s allies. Thus President Reagan sent his special envoy Donald Rumsfeld to Baghdad in 1983 to parlay with Hussein, and thus the administration supported the dictator with billions of dollars of agricultural credits, supplied the Iraqis with hundreds of millions of dollars in advanced weaponry through Egypt and Saudi Arabia and provided Hussein’s army with satellite intelligence that may have been used to direct chemical weapons against the massed infantry charges of Iranian suicide brigades.


    The Iraqis fought the Iranians to a standstill but not before ripples from Iran’s revolution threatened to overwhelm American allies, notably the Saudi dynasty, whose rule was challenged by radicals seizing control of the Grand Mosque in Mecca in November 1979, and the Egyptian autocracy, whose ruler, Anwar el-Sadat, was assassinated by Islamists as he presided over a military parade in October 1981. The Saudis managed to put down the revolt, killing hundreds. The Egyptians, under Hosni Mubarak, moved with ruthless efficiency to suppress the Islamists, jailing and torturing thousands, among them Osama bin Laden’s current deputy, Ayman al-Zawahiri. Merciless repression by both autocracies’ effective security services led thousands to flee abroad.


    Many went to Afghanistan, which the Soviet Red Army occupied in 1979 to prop up its own tottering client, then under threat from Islamic insurgents – mujahedeen, or “holy warriors,” who were being armed by the United States. “It was July 3, 1979, that President Carter signed the first directive for secret aid to the opponents of the pro-Soviet regime in Kabul,” Zbigniew Brzezinski, Carter’s national security adviser, recalled in 1998. “And that very day, I wrote a note to the president in which I explained to him that in my opinion this aid was going to induce a Soviet military intervention.” It was a strategy of provocation, for the gambit had the effect of “drawing the Russians into the Afghan trap.. . .The day that the Soviets officially crossed the border, I wrote to President Carter: We now have the opportunity of giving to the U.S.S.R. its Vietnam War.”


    If, to the Americans, supporting the Afghan mujahedeen seemed an excellent way to bleed the Soviet Union, to the Saudis and other Muslim regimes, supporting a “defensive jihad” to free occupied Muslim lands was a means to burnish their tarnished Islamic credentials while exporting a growing and dangerous resource (frustrated, radical young men) so they would indulge their taste for pious revolution far from home. Among the thousands of holy warriors making this journey was the wealthy young Saudi Osama bin Laden, who would set up the Afghan Services Bureau, a “helping organization” for Arab fighters that gathered names and contact information in a large database – or “qaeda” – which would eventually lend its name to an entirely new organization. Though the Afghan operation was wildly successful, as judged by its American creators – “What is most important to the history of the world?” Brzezinski said in 1998, “some stirred-up Muslims or the liberation of Central Europe and the end of the cold war?” – it had at least one unexpected result: it created a global jihad movement, led by veteran fighters who were convinced that they had defeated one superpower and could defeat another.


    The present jihad took shape in the backwash of forgotten wars. After the Soviet Army withdrew in defeat, the United States lost interest in Afghanistan, leaving the mujahedeen forces to battle for the ruined country in an eight-year blood bath from which the Taliban finally emerged victorious. In the gulf, after eight years of fantastically bloody combat, Saddam Hussein forced the Iranians to sign a cease-fire, a “victory” that left his regime heavily armed, bloodied and bankrupt. To pay for his war, Hussein had borrowed tens of billions of dollars from the Saudis, Kuwaitis and other neighbors, and he now demanded that these debts be forgiven – he had incurred them, as he saw it, defending the lenders from Khomeini – and that oil prices be raised. The Kuwaitis’ particularly aggressive refusal to do either led Hussein, apparently believing that the Americans would accept a fait accompli, to invade and annex the country.


    The Iraqi Army flooding into Kuwait represented, to bin Laden, the classic opportunity. He rushed to see the Saudi leaders, proposing that he defend the kingdom with his battle-tested corps of veteran holy warriors. The Saudis listened patiently to the pious young man – his father, after all, had been one of the kingdom’s richest men – but did not take him seriously. Within a week, King Fahd had agreed to the American proposal, carried by Richard Cheney, then the secretary of defense, to station American soldiers – “infidel armies” – in the Land of the Two Holy Places. This momentous decision led to bin Laden’s final break with the Saudi dynasty.


    The American presence, and the fatal decision to leave American forces stationed in Saudi Arabia as a trip wire or deterrent even after Hussein had been defeated, provided bin Laden with a critical propaganda point, for it gave to his worldview, of a Muslim world under relentless attack, and its central argument, that the “unjust and renegade ruling regimes” of the Islamic world were in fact “enslaved by the United States,” a concrete and vivid reality. The “near enemies” and their ruthless security services had proved resistant to direct assault, and the time had come to confront directly the one antagonist able to bring together all the jihadists in a single great battle: the “far enemy” across the sea.


    IV. The deaths of nearly 3,000 people, the thousands left behind to mourn them, the great plume hanging over Lower Manhattan carrying the stench of the vaporized buildings and their buried dead: mass murder of the most abominable, cowardly kind appears to be so at the heart of what happened on this day four years ago that it seems beyond grotesque to remind ourselves that for the attackers those thousands of dead were only a means to an end. Not the least disgusting thing about terrorism is that it makes objects of human beings, makes use of them, exploits their deaths as a means to accomplish something else: to send a message, to force a concession, to advertise a cause. Though such cold instrumentality is not unknown in war – large-scale bombing of civilians, “terror bombing,” as it used to be known, does much the same thing – terrorism’s ruthless and intimate randomness seems especially appalling.


    Terror is a way of talking. Those who employed it so unprecedentedly on 9/11 were seeking not just the large-scale killing of Americans but to achieve something by means of the large-scale killing of Americans. Not just large-scale, it should be added: spectacular.


    The asymmetric weapons that the 19 terrorists used on 9/11 were not only the knives and box cutters they brandished or the fuel-laden airliners they managed to commandeer but, above all, that most American of technological creations: the television set. On 9/11, the jihadists used this weapon with great determination and ruthlessness to attack the most powerful nation in the history of the world at its point of greatest vulnerability: at the level of spectacle. They did it by creating an image, to repeat Peter Jennings’s words, “beyond our imagination.”


    The goal, first and foremost, was to diminish American prestige – showing that the superpower could be bloodied, that for all its power, its defeat was indeed conceivable. All the major attacks preceding 9/11 attributed at least in part to Al Qaeda – the shooting down of U.S. Army helicopters in Mogadishu in 1993, the truck-bombing of American military housing at Khobar in 1996, the car-bombing of the American embassies in Nairobi and Dar es Salaam in 1998, the suicide-bombing of the U.S.S. Cole in Aden in 2000 – were aimed at the same goal: to destroy the aura of American power. Power, particularly imperial power, rests not on its use but on its credibility; U.S. power in the Middle East depends not on ships and missiles but on the certainty that the United States is invincible and stands behind its friends. The jihadis used terrorism to create a spectacle that would remove this certainty. They were by no means the first guerrilla group to adopt such a strategy. “History and our observation persuaded us,” recalled Menachem Begin, the future Israeli prime minister who used terror with great success to drive the British out of Palestine during the mid-1940′s, “that if we could succeed in destroying the government’s prestige in Eretz Israel, the removal of its rule would follow automatically. Thenceforward, we gave no peace to this weak spot. Throughout all the years of our uprising, we hit at the British government’s prestige, deliberately, tirelessly, unceasingly.” In its most spectacular act, in July 1946, the Irgun guerrilla forces led by Begin bombed the King David Hotel, killing 91 people, most of them civilians.


    The 9/11 attacks were a call to persuade Muslims who might share bin Laden’s broad view of American power to sympathize with, support or even join the jihad he had declared against the “far enemy.” “Those young men,” bin Laden said of the terrorists two months after the attacks, “said in deeds, in New York and Washington, speeches that overshadowed all other speeches made everywhere else in the world. The speeches are understood by both Arabs and non-Arabs – even by Chinese.. . .[I]n Holland, at one of the centers, the number of people who accepted Islam during the days that followed the operations were more than the people who accepted Islam in the last 11 years.” To this, a sheik in a wheelchair shown in the videotape replies: “Hundreds of people used to doubt you, and few only would follow you until this huge event happened. Now hundreds of people are coming out to join you.” Grotesque as it is to say, the spectacle of 9/11 was meant to serve, among other things, as an enormous recruiting poster.


    But recruitment to what? We should return here to the lessons of Afghanistan, not only the obvious one of the defeat of a powerful Soviet Army by guerrilla forces but the more subtle one taught by the Americans, who by clever use of covert aid to the Afghan resistance tempted the Soviets to invade the country and thereby drew “the Russians into an Afghan trap.” Bin Laden seems to have hoped to set in motion a similar strategy. According to a text attributed to Saif al-Adel, a former Egyptian Army colonel now generally identified as bin Laden’s military chief, “the ultimate objective was to prompt” the United States “to come out of its hole” and take direct military action in an Islamic country. “What we had wished for actually happened. It was crowned by the announcement of Bush Jr. of his crusade against Islam and Muslims everywhere.” (“This is a new kind of evil,” the president said five days after the attacks, “and we understand. . .this crusade, this war on terrorism, is going to take a while.”)


    The 9/11 attacks seem to have been intended at least in part to provoke an overwhelming American response: most likely an invasion of Afghanistan, which would lead the United States, like the Soviet Union before it, into an endless, costly and politically fatal quagmire. Thus, two days before the attacks, Qaeda agents posing as television journalists taping an interview murdered Ahmed Shah Massoud, the charismatic leader of the Northern Alliance, with a bomb concealed in a video camera – apparently a pre-emptive strike intended to throw into confusion the United States’ obvious ally in the coming invasion of Afghanistan.


    For the jihadists, luring the Americans into Afghanistan would accomplish at least two things: by drawing the United States into a protracted guerrilla war in which the superpower would occupy a Muslim country and kill Muslim civilians – with the world media, including independent Arab networks like Al Jazeera, broadcasting the carnage – it would leave increasingly isolated those autocratic Muslim regimes that depended for their survival on American support. And by forcing the United States to prosecute a long, costly and inconclusive guerrilla war, it would severely test, and ultimately break, American will, leading to a collapse of American prestige and an eventual withdrawal – first, physically, from Afghanistan and then, politically, from the “apostate regimes” in Riyadh, Cairo and elsewhere in the Islamic world.


    In his “Declaration of Jihad” in 1996, bin Laden focused on American political will as the United States’ prime vulnerability, the enemy’s “center of gravity” that his guerrilla war must target and destroy. “The defense secretary of the crusading Americans had said that ‘the explosions at Riyadh and Al-Khobar had taught him one lesson: that is, not to withdraw when attacked by cowardly terrorists.’ We say to the defense secretary, Where was this false courage of yours when the explosion in Beirut took place in 1983?


    “But your most disgraceful case was in Somalia.. . .When tens of your soldiers were killed in minor battles and one American pilot was dragged in the streets of Mogadishu, you left the area carrying disappointment, humiliation, defeat and your dead with you.. . .The extent of your impotence and weaknesses became very clear.”


    In Afghanistan, bin Laden would be disappointed. The U.S. military initially sent in no heavy armor but instead restricted the American effort to aerial bombardment in support of several hundred Special Operations soldiers on the ground who helped lead the Northern Alliance forces in a rapid advance. Kabul and other cities quickly fell. America was caught in no Afghan quagmire, or at least not in the sort of protracted, highly televisual bloody mess bin Laden had envisioned. But bin Laden and his senior leadership, holed up in the mountain complex of Tora Bora, managed to survive the bombing and elude the Afghan forces that the Americans commissioned to capture them. During the next months and years, as the United States and its allies did great damage to Al Qaeda’s operational cadre, arresting or killing thousands of its veterans, its major leadership symbols survived intact, and those symbols, and their power to lead and to inspire, became Al Qaeda’s most important asset.


    After Tora Bora, the Qaeda fighters who survived regrouped in neighboring countries. “We began to converge on Iran one after the other,” Saif al-Adel recalled in a recent book by an Egyptian journalist. “We began to form some groups of fighters to return to Afghanistan to carry out well-prepared missions there.” It is these men, along with the reconstituted Taliban, that 16,000 American soldiers are still fighting today.


    Not all the fighters would return to Afghanistan. Other targets of opportunity loomed on the horizon of the possible. “Abu Mus’ab and his Jordanian and Palestinian comrades opted to go to Iraq,” al-Adel recalled, for, he said, an “examination of the situation indicated that the Americans would inevitably make a mistake and invade Iraq sooner or later. Such an invasion would aim at overthrowing the regime. Therefore, we should play an important role in the confrontation and resistance.”


    Abu Mus’ab is Abu Mus’ab al-Zarqawi – or A.M.Z. to the American troops who are pursuing him and his Qaeda in Mesopotamia forces all over the shattered landscape of occupied Iraq. The United States, as Al Qaeda had hoped, had indeed come out of its hole.


    V. It was strangely beautiful, the aftermath of the explosion in Baghdad: two enormous fires, bright orange columns of flame rising perhaps 20 feet into the air, and clearly discernible in the midst of each a cage of glowing metal: what remained of two four-wheel-drive vehicles. Before the flames, two bodies lay amid a scattering of glass and sand; the car bomb had toppled the sandbags piled high to protect the building, collapsing the facade and crushing a dozen people. It was Oct. 27, 2003, and I stood before what remained of the Baghdad office of the International Committee of the Red Cross. In the distance, I heard a second huge explosion, saw rising the great plume of oily smoke; within the next 45 minutes, insurgents attacked four more times, bombing police stations throughout the capital, killing at least 35. Simultaneity and spectacle: Qaeda trademarks. I was gazing at Zarqawi’s handiwork.


    Behind me, the press had gathered, a jostling crowd of aggressive, mostly young people bristling with lenses short and long, pushing against the line of young American soldiers, who, assault rifles leveled, were screaming at them to stay back. The scores of glittering lenses were a necessary part of the equation, transforming what in military terms would have been a minor engagement into a major defeat.


    “There is no war here,” an American colonel told me a couple of days before in frustration and disgust. “There’s no division-on-division engagements, nothing really resembling a war. Not a real war anyway.”


    It was not a war the Americans had been trained or equipped to fight. With fewer than 150,000 troops – and many fewer combat soldiers – they were trying to contain a full-blown insurgency in a country the size of California. The elusive enemy – an evolving, loose coalition of a score or so groups, some of them ex-Baathists from Saddam Hussein’s dozen or so security agencies, some former Iraqi military personnel, some professional Islamic insurgents like Zarqawi, some foreign volunteers from Saudi Arabia or Kuwait or Syria come to take the jihad to the Americans – attacked not with tanks or artillery or infantry assaults but with roadside bombs and suicide car bombers and kidnappings. Iraq, bin Laden declared, had become a “golden opportunity” to start a “third world war” against “the crusader-Zionist coalition.”


    Amid the barbed wire and blast walls and bomb debris of post-occupation Iraq, you could discern a clear strategy behind the insurgent violence. The insurgents had identified the Americans’ points of vulnerability: their international isolation; their forced distance, as a foreign occupier, from Iraqis; and their increasing disorientation as they struggled to keep their footing on the fragile, shifting, roiling political ground of post-Hussein Iraq. And the insurgents hit at each of these vulnerabilities, as Begin had urged his followers to do, “deliberately, tirelessly, unceasingly.”


    When, during the summer of 2003, the Bush administration seemed to be reaching out to the United Nations for political help in Iraq, insurgents struck at U.N. headquarters in Baghdad, killing the talented envoy Sergio Vieira de Mello and 21 others and driving the United Nations from the country. When the Americans seemed to be trying to attract Arab forces to come to Iraq to help, the insurgents struck at the Jordanian Embassy, killing 17. When the Turks offered to send troops, the insurgents bombed the Turkish Embassy. When nongovernmental organizations seemed the only outsiders still working to ease the situation in Iraq, insurgents struck at the Red Cross, driving it and most other nongovernmental organizations from the country.


    Insurgents in Iraq and jihadists abroad struck America’s remaining allies. First they hit the Italians, car-bombing their base in Nasiriyah in November 2003, killing 28. Then they struck the Spanish, bombing commuter trains in Madrid on March 11, 2004, killing 191. Finally they struck the British, bombing three London Underground trains and a double-decker bus this July, killing 56. It is as if the insurgents, with cold and patient precision, were severing one by one the fragile lines that connected the American effort in Iraq to the rest of the world.


    With car bombs and assassinations and commando attacks, insurgents have methodically set out to kill any Iraqi who might think of cooperating with the Americans, widening the crevasse between occupiers and occupied. They have struck at water lines and electricity substations and oil pipelines, interrupting the services that Iraqis depended on, particularly during the unbearably hot summers, keeping electrical service in Baghdad far below what it was under Saddam Hussein – often only a few hours a day this summer – and oil exports 300,000 barrels a day below their prewar peak (helping to double world oil prices). Building on the chaotic unbridled looting of the first weeks of American rule, the insurgents have worked to destroy any notion of security and to make clear that the landscape of apocalyptic destruction that is Baghdad, with its omnipresent concrete blast walls and rolls of concertina wire and explosions and gunshots, should be laid at the feet of the American occupier, that unseen foreign power that purports to rule the country from behind concrete blast walls in the so-called Green Zone but dares to venture out only in tanks and armored cars.


    “With. . .officials attempting to administrate from behind masses of barbed wire, in heavily defended buildings, and. . .living in pathetic seclusion in ‘security zones,’ one cannot escape the conclusion that the government. . .is a hunted organization with little hope of ever being able to cope with conditions in this country as they exist today.” However vividly these words fit contemporary Baghdad, they are in fact drawn from the report of the American consul general in Jerusalem in 1947, describing what Begin’s guerrilla forces achieved in their war against the British. “The very existence of an underground,” as Begin remarked in his memoirs, “must, in the end, undermine the prestige of a colonial regime that lives by the legend of its omnipotence. Every attack which it fails to prevent is a blow to its standing.”


    In Iraq, the insurgents have presided over a catastrophic collapse in confidence in the Americans and a concomitant fall in their power. It is difficult to think of a place in which terror has been deployed on such a scale: there have been suicide truck bombs, suicide tanker bombs, suicide police cars, suicide bombers on foot, suicide bombers posing as police officers, suicide bombers posing as soldiers, even suicide bombers on bicycles. While the American death toll climbs steadily toward 2,000, the number of Iraqi dead probably stands at 10 times that and perhaps many more; no one knows. Conservative unofficial counts put the number of Iraqi dead in the war at somewhere between 25,000 and 30,000, in a country a tenth the size of the United States.


    Civil wars, of course, are especially bloody, and a civil war is now being fought in Iraq. The country is slowly splitting apart along the lines where French and British negotiators stitched it together early in the last century out of three Ottoman provinces – Mosul, Baghdad and Basra – and it is doing so with the enthusiastic help of the Islamists, who are doing all they can to provoke a Shia-Sunni regionwide war.


    The Kurds in the north, possessed of their own army and legislature, want to secure what they believe are their historic rights to the disputed city of Kirkuk, including its oil fields, and be quit of Iraq. The Shia in the south, now largely ruled by Islamic party militias trained by the Iranians and coming under the increasingly strict sway of the clerics on social matters, are evolving their oil-rich mini-state into a paler version of the Islamic republic next door. And in the center, the Baathist elite of Saddam Hussein’s security services and army – tens of thousands of well-armed professional intelligence operatives and soldiers – have formed an alliance of convenience with Sunni Islamists, domestic and foreign, in order to assert their rights in a unitary Iraq. They are in effective control of many cities and towns, and they have the burdensome and humiliating presence of the foreign occupier to thank for the continuing success of their recruitment efforts. In a letter to bin Laden that was intercepted by American forces in January 2004, Zarqawi asked: “When the Americans disappear. . .what will become of our situation?”


    As Zarqawi described in his letter and in subsequent broadcasts, his strategy in Iraq is to strike at the Shia – and thereby provoke a civil war. “A nation of heretics,” the Shia “are the key element of change,” he wrote. “If we manage to draw them onto the terrain of partisan war, it will be possible to tear the Sunnis away from their heedlessness, for they will feel the weight of the imminence of danger.” Again a strategy of provocation – which plays on an underlying reality: that Iraq sits on the critical sectarian fault line of the Middle East and that a conflict there gains powerful momentum from the involvement of neighboring states, with Iran strongly supporting the Shia and with Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Jordan and Syria strongly sympathetic to the Sunnis. More and more, you can discern this outline in the chaos of the current war, with the Iranian-trained militias of the Shia Islamist parties that now control the Iraqi government battling Sunni Islamists, both Iraqi and foreign-born, and former Baathists.


    In the midst of it all, increasingly irrelevant, are the Americans, who have the fanciest weapons but have never had sufficient troops, or political will, to assert effective control over the country. If political authority comes from achieving a monopoly on legitimate violence, then the Americans, from those early days when they sat in their tanks and watched over the wholesale looting of public institutions, never did achieve political authority in Iraq. They fussed over liberalizing the economy and writing constitutions and achieving democracy in the Middle East when in fact there was really only one question in Iraq, emerging again and again in each successive political struggle, most recently in the disastrously managed writing of the constitution: how to shape a new political dispensation in which the age-old majority Shia can take control from the minority Sunni and do it in a way that minimized violence and insecurity – do it in a way, that is, that the Sunnis would be willing to accept, however reluctantly, without resorting to armed resistance. This might have been accomplished with hundreds of thousands of troops, iron control and a clear sense of purpose. The Americans had none of these. Instead they relied first on a policy of faith and then on one of improvisation, driven in part by the advice of Iraqi exile “friends” who used the Americans for their own purposes. Some of the most strikingly ideological decisions, like abruptly firing and humiliating the entire Iraqi Army and purging from their jobs many hundreds of thousands of Baath Party members, seemed designed to alienate and antagonize a Sunni population already terrified of its security in the new Iraq. “You Americans,” one Sunni businessman said to me in Baghdad last February, shaking his head in wonder, “you have created your own enemies here.”


    The United States never used what authority it had to do more than pretend to control the gathering chaos, never managed to look clearly at the country and confront Iraq’s underlying political dysfunction, of which the tyranny of Saddam Hussein was the product, not the cause. “The illusionists,” Ambassador John Negroponte’s people called their predecessors, the officials of the Coalition Provisional Authority under L. Paul Bremer III. Now, day by day, the illusion is slipping away, and with it what authority the Americans had in Iraq. What is coming to take its place looks increasingly like a failed state.


    VI. It is an oft-heard witticism in Washington that the Iraq war is over and that the Iranians won. And yet the irony seems misplaced. A truly democratic Iraq was always likely to be an Iraq led not only by Shia, who are the majority of Iraqis, but by those Shia parties that are the largest and best organized – the Supreme Council for the Islamic Revolution in Iraq and the Dawa Islamic Party – which happen to be those blessed by the religious authorities and nurtured in Iran. Nor would it be a surprise if a democratic Saudi Arabia turned out to be a fundamentalist Saudi Arabia and one much less friendly to the United States. Osama bin Laden knows this, and so do American officials. This is why the United States is “friendly” with “apostate regimes.” Democratic outcomes do not always ensure friendly governments. Often the contrary is true. On this simple fact depends much of the history of American policy not only in the Middle East but also in Latin America and other parts of the world throughout the cold war. Bush administration officials, for all their ideological fervor, did the country no favor by ignoring it.


    In launching his new cold war, George W. Bush chose a peculiarly ideological version of cold-war history. He opted not for containment, the cautious, status quo grand strategy usually attributed to the late George F. Kennan, but for rollback. Containment, by which the United States determinedly resisted Soviet attempts to expand its influence, would have meant a patient, methodical search for terrorists, discriminating between those groups that threaten the United States and those that do not, pursuing the former with determined, practical policies that would have drawn much from the military and law-enforcement cooperation of our allies and that would have included an effective program of nonproliferation to keep weapons of mass destruction out of terrorist hands. Rollback, on the other hand, meant something quite different; those advocating it during the 1950′s considered containment immoral, for it recognized the status quo: Communist hegemony in Eastern Europe and parts of Asia. They wanted instead to destroy Communism entirely by “rolling back” Communists from territory they had gained, as Gen. Douglas MacArthur did briefly and, it turned out, catastrophically, in North Korea, and as President Eisenhower refused to do when he declined to support the Hungarian revolutionaries against the Soviet invasion in 1956.


    The original advocates of rollback lost that struggle. In this new cold war, the rollback advocates triumphed and adopted as the heart of their policy a high-stakes, metaphysical gamble to “democratize the Middle East” and thus put an end, once and for all, to terrorism. They relied on a “domino theory” in which the successful implantation of democracy in Iraq would lead to a “democratic revolution” across the region. The ambition of this idea is breathtaking; it depends on a conception of American power as virtually limitless and on an entirely fanciful vision of Iraqi politics, a kind of dogged political wish-fulfillment that no sober analysis could penetrate. Replacing any real willingness to consider whether a clear course existed between here and there, between an invasion and occupation of Iraq and a democratic Middle East, was, at bottom, the simple conviction that since the United States enjoyed a “preponderance of power” unseen in the world since the Roman Empire, and since its cause of democratic revolution was so incontrovertibly just, defeat was inconceivable. One detects here an echo of Vietnam: the inability to imagine that the all-powerful United States might lose.


    American power, however, is not limitless. Armies can destroy and occupy, but it takes much more to build a lasting order, especially on the shifting sands of a violent political struggle: another Vietnam echo. Learning the lesson this time around may prove more costly, for dominoes can fall both ways. “Political engineering on this scale could easily go awry,” Stephen D. Biddle, a U.S. Army War College analyst, wrote this past April in a shrewd analysis. “If a democratic Iraq can catalyze reform elsewhere, so a failed Iraq could presumably export chaos to its neighbors. A regionwide Lebanon might well prove beyond our capacity to police, regardless of effort expended. And if so, then we will have replaced a region of police states with a region of warlords and chronic instability. This could easily prove to be an easier operating environment for terrorism than the police states it replaces.”




    The sun is setting on American dreams in Iraq; what remains now to be worked out are the modalities of withdrawal, which depend on the powers of forbearance in the American body politic. But the dynamic has already been set in place. The United States is running out of troops. By the spring of 2006, nearly every active-duty combat unit is likely to have been deployed twice. The National Guard and Reserves, meanwhile, make up an unprecedented 40 percent of the force, and the Guard is in the “stage of meltdown,” as Gen. Barry McCaffrey, retired, recently told Congress. Within 24 months, “the wheels are coming off.” For all the apocalyptic importance President Bush and his administration ascribed to the Iraq war, they made virtually no move to expand the military, no decision to restore the draft. In the end, the president judged his tax cuts more important than his vision of a “democratic Middle East.” The administration’s relentless political style, integral to both its strength and its weakness, left it wholly unable to change course and to add more troops when they might have made a difference. That moment is long past; the widespread unpopularity of the occupation in Iraq and in the Islamic world is now critical to insurgent recruitment and makes it possible for a growing insurgent force numbering in the tens of thousands to conceal itself within the broader population.


    Sold a war made urgent by the imminent threat of weapons of mass destruction in the hands of a dangerous dictator, Americans now see their sons and daughters fighting and dying in a war whose rationale has been lost even as its ending has receded into the indefinite future. A war promised to bring forth the Iraqi people bearing flowers and sweets in exchange for the beneficent gift of democracy has brought instead a kind of relentless terror that seems inexplicable and unending. A war that had a clear purpose and a certain end has now lost its reason and its finish. Americans find themselves fighting and dying in a kind of existential desert of the present. For Americans, the war has lost its narrative.


    Of the many reasons that American leaders chose to invade and occupy Iraq – to democratize the Middle East; to remove an unpredictable dictator from a region vital to America’s oil supply; to remove a threat from Israel, America’s ally; to restore the prestige sullied on 9/11 with a tank-led procession of triumph down the avenues of a conquered capital; to seize the chance to overthrow a regime capable of building an arsenal of chemical and biological weapons – of all of these, it is remarkable that the Bush administration chose to persuade Americans and the world by offering the one reason that could be proved to be false. The failure to find the weapons of mass destruction, and the collapse of the rationale for the war, left terribly exposed precisely what bin Laden had targeted as the critical American vulnerability: the will to fight.


    How that collapse, reflected in poll numbers, will be translated into policy is a more complicated question. One of 9/11′s more obvious consequences was to restore to the Republicans the advantage in national security they surrendered with the cold war’s end; their ruthless exploitation of this advantage and the Democrats’ compromising embrace of the Iraq war has in effect left the country, on this issue, without an opposition party. Republicans, who fear to face the voters shackled to a leader whose approval ratings have slid into the low 40′s, are the ones demanding answers on the war. The falling poll numbers, the approaching midterm elections and the desperate manpower straits of the military have set in motion a dynamic that could see gradual American withdrawals beginning in 2006, as Gen. George W. Casey Jr., the commander in Iraq, acknowledged publicly in July. Unless Iraq’s political process, which has turned another downward spiral with Sunni negotiators’ rejection of the constitution, can somehow be retrieved, American power in Iraq will go on deteriorating.


    Two and a half years into the invasion, for U.S. policy in Iraq, the time of “the illusionists” has finally passed. Since the January elections, which Sunnis largely boycotted, American officials have worked hard to persuade Sunni leaders to take part in the constitutional referendum and elections, hoping thereby to isolate the Baathist and Islamist extremists and drain strength from the insurgency. This effort comes very late, however, when Iraqi politics, and the forces pulling the country apart, have taken on a momentum that waning American power no longer seems able to stop. Even as the constitutional drama came to a climax last month, the president telephoned Abdul Aziz Hakim, the Shia cleric who leads the Sciri Party, appealing for concessions that might have tempted the Sunnis to agree to the draft; the Shia politician, faced with the American president’s personal plea, did not hesitate to turn him down flat. Perhaps the best hope now for a gradual American withdrawal that would not worsen the war is to negotiate a regional solution, which might seek an end to Sunni infiltration from U.S. allies in exchange for Shia guarantees of the Sunni position in Iraq and a phased American departure.


    For all the newfound realism in the second-term administration’s foreign policy, in which we have seen a willingness finally to negotiate seriously with North Korea and Iran, the president seems nowhere close to considering such an idea in Iraq, insisting that there the choice is simple: the United States can either “stay the course” or “cut and run.” “An immediate withdrawal of our troops in Iraq, or the broader Middle East, as some have called for,” the president declared last month, “would only embolden the terrorists and create a staging ground to launch more attacks against America and free nations.” These words, familiar and tired, offering no solution beyond staying a course that seems to be leading nowhere, have ceased to move Americans weary of the rhetoric of terror. That does not mean, however, that they may not be entirely true.


    VII. We cannot know what future Osama bin Laden imagined when he sent off his 19 suicide terrorists on their mission four years ago. He got much wrong; the U.S. military, light years ahead of the Red Army, would send no tank divisions to Afghanistan, and there has been no uprising in the Islamic world. One suspects, though, that if bin Laden had been told on that day that in a mere 48 months he would behold a world in which the United States, “the idol of the age,” was bogged down in an endless guerrilla war fighting in a major Muslim country; a world in which its all-powerful army, with few allies and little sympathy, found itself overstretched and exhausted; in which its dispirited people were starting to demand from their increasingly unpopular leader a withdrawal without victory – one suspects that such a prophecy would have pleased him. He had struck at the American will, and his strategy, which relied in effect on the persistent reluctance of American leaders to speak frankly to their people about the costs and burdens of war and to expend the political capital that such frank talk would require, had proved largely correct.


    He has suffered damage as well. Many of his closest collaborators have been killed or captured, his training camps destroyed, his sanctuary occupied. “What Al Qaeda has lost,” a senior Defense Department official said five months after the attacks, “again, it’s lost its center of gravity.. . .The benefits of Afghanistan cannot be overestimated. Again, it was the one state sponsor they had.” This analysis seems now a vision of the past. Al Qaeda was always a flexible, ghostly organization, a complex worldwide network made up of shifting alliances and marriages of convenience with other shadowy groups. Now Al Qaeda’s “center of gravity,” such as it is, has gone elsewhere.


    In December 2003, a remarkable document, “Jihadi Iraq: Hopes and Dangers,” appeared on the Internet, setting out a fascinating vision of how to isolate the United States and pick off its allies one by one. The truly ripe fruit, concludes the author, is Spain: “In order to force the Spanish government to withdraw from Iraq the resistance should deal painful blows to its forces. . .[and] make utmost use of the upcoming general election.. . .We think that the Spanish government could not tolerate more than two, maximum three blows, after which it will have to withdraw.. . .”


    Three months later, on March 11, 2004 – 3/11, as it has come to be known – a cell of North African terrorists struck at the Atocha Train Station in Madrid. One hundred ninety-one people died – a horrific toll but nowhere near what it could have been had all of the bombs actually detonated, simultaneously, and in the station itself. Had the terrorists succeeded in bringing the roof of the station down, the casualties could have surpassed those of 9/11.


    In the event, they were quite sufficient to lead to the defeat of the Spanish government and the decision of its successor to withdraw its troops from Iraq. What seems most notable about the Madrid attack, however – and the attack on Jewish and foreign sites in Casablanca on May 17, 2003, among others – is that the perpetrators were “home-grown” and not, strictly speaking, Al Qaeda. “After 2001, when the U.S. destroyed the camps and housing and turned off the funding, bin Laden was left with little control,” Marc Sageman, a psychiatrist and former C.I.A. case officer who has studied the structure of the network, has written. “The movement has now degenerated into something like the Internet. Spontaneous groups of friends, as in Madrid and Casablanca, who have few links to any central leadership, are generating sometimes very dangerous terrorist operations, notwithstanding their frequent errors and poor training.”


    Under this view, Al Qaeda, in the form we knew it, has been subsumed into the broader, more diffuse political world of radical Salafi politics. “The network is now self-organized from the bottom up and is very decentralized,” Sageman wrote. “With local initiative and flexibility, it’s very robust.”


    We have entered the era of the amateurs. Those who attacked the London Underground – whether or not they had any contact with Al Qaeda – manufactured their crude bombs from common chemicals (including hydrogen peroxide, bleach and drain cleaner), making them in plastic food containers, toting them to Luton Station in coolers and detonating them with cellphone alarms. One click on the Internet and you can pull up a Web site offering a recipe – or, for that matter, one showing you how to make a suicide vest from commonly found items, including a video download demonstrating how to use the device: “There is a possibility that the two seats on his right and his left might not be hit with the shrapnel,” the unseen narrator tells the viewer. Not to worry, however: “The explosion will surely kill the passengers in those seats.”


    During the four years since the attacks of 9/11, while terrorism worldwide has flourished, we have seen no second attack on the United States. This may be owed to the damage done Al Qaeda. Or perhaps planning and preparation for such an attack is going on now. When it comes to the United States itself, the terrorists have their own “second-novel problem” – how do you top the first production? More likely, though, the next attack, when it comes, will originate not in the minds of veteran Qaeda planners but from this new wave of amateurs: viral Al Qaeda, political sympathizers who nourish themselves on Salafi rhetoric and bin Laden speeches and draw what training they require from their computer screens. Very little investment and preparation can bring huge rewards. The possibilities are endless, and terrifyingly simple: rucksacks containing crude homemade bombs placed in McDonald’s – one, say, in Times Square and one on Wilshire Boulevard, 3,000 miles away, exploded simultaneously by cellphone. The effort is small, the potential impact overwhelming.


    Attacks staged by amateurs with little or no connection to terrorist networks, and thus no visible trail to follow, are nearly impossible to prevent, even for the United States, with all of its power. Indeed, perhaps what is most astonishing about these hard four years is that we have managed to show the world the limits of our power. In launching a war on Iraq that we have been unable to win, we have done the one thing a leader is supposed never to do: issue a command that is not followed. A withdrawal from Iraq, rapid or slow, with the Islamists still holding the field, will signal, as bin Laden anticipated, a failure of American will. Those who will view such a withdrawal as the critical first step in a broader retreat from the Middle East will surely be encouraged to go on the attack. That is, after all, what you do when your enemy retreats. In this new world, where what is necessary to go on the attack is not armies or training or even technology but desire and political will, we have ensured, by the way we have fought this forever war, that it is precisely these qualities our enemies have in large and growing supply.


    Mark Danner is a professor of journalism and politics at the University of California at Berkeley and Bard College and the author, most recently, of “Torture and Truth: America, Abu Ghraib and the War on Terror.”





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    Hans and Margret Rey at a book signing circa 1945.

    September 13, 2005
    How Curious George Escaped the Nazis
    By DINITIA SMITH

    Curious George is every 2-year-old sticking his finger into the light socket, pouring milk onto the floor to watch it pool, creating chaos everywhere. One reason the mischievous monkey is such a popular children’s book character is that he makes 4- to 6-year-olds feel superior: fond memories, but we’ve given all that up now.

    In the years since the first book was published in the United States in 1941, “George” has become an industry. The books have sold more than 27 million copies. There have been several “Curious George” films, including an animated one featuring the voice of Will Ferrell that is scheduled for release this February, and theater productions, not to mention the ubiquitous toy figure. Next year, PBS will begin a Curious George series for pre-schoolers.

    But in truth, “Curious George” almost didn’t make it onto the page. A new book, “The Journey That Saved Curious George: The True Wartime Escape of Margret and H. A. Rey” (Houghton Mifflin), tells of how George’s creators, both German-born Jews, fled from Paris by bicycle in June 1940, carrying the manuscript of what would become “Curious George” as Nazis prepared to invade.

    The book’s author, Louise Borden, said in a telephone interview from Terrace Park, Ohio, that she first spotted a mention of the Reys’ escape in Publishers Weekly. “But no one knew where they had gone from Paris, the roads they took, the dates of where they were, the details,” she said.

    Her account, intended for older children, is illustrated in whimsical European style by Allan Drummond, and includes photographs of the Reys and wartime Europe, as well as H. A. Rey’s pocket diaries and transit documents.

    For her research, Ms. Borden combed the Rey archives of the de Grummond Children’s Literature Collection at the University of Southern Mississippi, interviewed people who knew them and traced their journey through letters and postmarks.

    Hans Reyersbach was born in Hamburg in 1898 into an educated family, and lived near the Hagenbeck Zoo, where he learned to imitate animal sounds, as well as to draw and paint. During World War I, Mr. Reyersbach served in the German Army; afterward, he painted circus posters for a living. After studying at two German universities, he went to Rio de Janeiro in the mid-1920′s, looking for a job. He wound up selling bathtubs on the Amazon.

    Margarete Waldstein, who was born in 1906, also in Hamburg, had a more fiery personality. After Hitler began his rise, she left Hamburg to become a photographer in London. In 1935, she too went to Rio.

    Mr. Reyersbach had first seen her as a little girl sliding down the banister of her family’s Hamburg home, and now they met again. They eventually married, and founded an advertising agency. Margarete changed her name to “Margret” and Hans changed his surname to “Rey,” reasoning that Reyersbach was difficult for Brazilians to pronounce. Crucially, the two became Brazilian citizens.

    For their honeymoon, they sailed to Europe, accompanied by their two pet marmoset monkeys. Margret knitted tiny sweaters for them to keep them warm, but the monkeys died en route.

    The Reys ended up in the Parisian neighborhood of Montmartre, where they began writing and illustrating children’s books. In 1939, they published “Raffy and the 9 Monkeys.” Mr. Rey drew the illustrations, and his wife helped to write the stories. Hans initially had sole credit for the books, but eventually Margret’s name was added. “We worked very closely together and it was hard to pull the thing apart,” she later said.

    Hans was a fanatical record keeper, listing expenses and details about their work in tiny pocket calendars. In 1939, he began a story about the youngest monkey in “Raffy,” who was forever getting into trouble but finding his way out. It was called “The Adventures of Fifi.”

    That September, war broke out. The Reys had signed a contract with the French publisher Gallimard for “Fifi” and other stories, and in a stroke of luck received a cash advance that would later finance their escape.

    By the time the Germans marched into Holland and Belgium in May 1940, the Reys had begun a book of nursery songs in both French and English. “Songs English very slowly because of the events,” Hans wrote in his diary.

    With refugees pouring into Paris from the north, Mr. Rey built two bicycles from spare parts, while Margret gathered up their artwork and manuscripts. They then joined the millions of refugees heading south, while German planes flew overhead.

    The Reys found shelter in a farmhouse, then a stable, working their way by rail to Bayonne, and then to Biarritz by bicycle again. They were Jews, but because they were Brazilian citizens, it was easier to get visas. One official, perhaps thinking that because of their German accents they were spies, searched Mr. Rey’s satchel. Finding “Fifi,” and, seeing it was only a children’s story, he released them.

    They journeyed to Spain, then to Portugal, eventually finding their way back to Rio. “Have had a very narrow escape,” Mr. Rey wrote in a telegram to his bank. “Baggage all lost have not sufficient money in hand.”

    The couple sailed to New York in October 1940, and “Curious George,” as Fifi was renamed – the publisher thought “Fifi” was an odd name for a male monkey – made his first appearance the following year.

    The Reys wrote a total of eight “Curious George” books; Hans died in 1977, Margret in 1996. The ensuing “George” books were created by writers and illustrators imitating the Reys’ style and art.

    “Like Hans Reyersback and Margarete Waldstein,” Ms. Borden concludes, “the little French monkey Fifi would change his name, and it would become one to remember. ”

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  • Bush Takes Responsibility for Failures in Storm Response




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    President Bush answered reporters’ questions today at a news conference with Iraqi President Jalal Talbani.

    September 13, 2005
    Bush Takes Responsibility for Failures in Storm Response
    By KIRK JOHNSON and CHRISTINE HAUSER

    NEW ORLEANS, Sept. 13 – President Bush said today that he accepted responsibility for the extent to which the federal government fell short in the Hurricane Katrina relief effort.

    The Bush administration has come under criticism for the federal reaction to the catastrophe, which displaced hundreds of thousands of people and destroyed large swaths of towns and cities and their infrastructure in Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama.

    This afternoon, Louisiana Gov. Kathleen Babineaux Blanco accused the federal government of moving too slowly to recover the bodies of those killed by Hurricane Katrina, and said she had signed a contract on behalf of the state with the recovery company originally hired by FEMA.

    The dead “deserve more respect than they have received,” she said at state police headquarters in Baton Rouge, The Associated Press reported.

    The Houston-based company hired to handle the removal of the bodies, Kenyon International Emergency Services, threatened to pull its workers out of Louisiana unless either the state or the federal government offered it a signed agreement, the governor said.

    “No one, even those at the highest level, seems to be able to break through the bureaucracy to get this important mission done,” the governor said. “The failure to execute a contract for the recovery of our citizens has hurt the speed of recovery efforts. I am angry and outraged.”

    A FEMA spokesman, David Passey, responded that “from what I understand, Kenyon had some questions about the contract” and that FEMA had expected Louisiana to take the lead in the collection of bodies, The A.P. reported.

    Vice Adm. Thad W. Allen of the Coast Guard, the commander of the federal relief effort, issued a statement affirming the position that FEMA’s role in body recovery was supportive not primary. “The state has always maintained direct control over the mortuary process following this tragedy,” the admiral said. “We are committed to a process that treats the victims of Katrina with dignity and respect and accomplishes the mission as quickly as possible. We will work with state officials on what they believe to be the best solution for their constituents.”

    The official death toll, which has been predicted to reach thousands, is now approaching 800 as the authorities throughout the region continue their search for victims and conduct forensic tests on recovered bodies to determine whether death was storm-related. Today, the Louisiana health department raised its death toll to 423, up from 279 on Monday. Tens of thousands of people, at minimum, were driven out of their homes.

    The Louisiana state attorney general, Charles C. Foti Jr., announced today that he was filing criminal charges against the owners of a nursing home in St. Bernard Parish where nearly three dozen people died in flooding. He said the owners, Salvador A. and Mable Mangano, would be prosecuted on negligent homicide charges for failing to take proper steps to move their patients out of harm’s way.

    Mr. Foti said he would also investigate the deaths of 45 people whose bodies were found last weekend at Memorial Medical Center in New Orleans.

    Mayor C. Ray Nagin of New Orleans said that the city, which has been under a mandatory evacuation, could begin to reopen very soon. He said officials were awaiting a report on air and water quality, and if they were satisfactory, the city would reopen parts of downtown and the Algiers, French quarter and uptown sections.

    “I have started to get into the mode of how do we reopen the city and do we move it to the next level,” he said.

    Residents and business owners will have the freedom to go anywhere they want in those neighborhoods from dawn to dusk, he said, adding the city’s curfew would remain in place. Areas that are underwater will remain off-limits without a special permit.

    The city is working with Wal-Mart, Home Depot and other companies to open up temporary stores in the city’s convention center so residents can purchase whatever they need. He said he expected electricity would be restored the central business district and the French Quarter in 10 days to two weeks.

    Despite his upbeat attitude, Mayor Nagin also raised the specter of another potential problem for New Orleans’ rebuilding process, asserting that “the city is out of cash.”

    “We do not have the cash to make the payroll coming up,” he said, though adding that city officials were trying to secure a line of credit.

    The president, speaking during a Washington news conference with Iraq’s president, Jalal Talabani, said that he wanted to assess the relief response at all levels of government.

    “Katrina exposed serious problems in our response capability at all levels of government,” Mr. Bush said. “And to the extent that the federal government didn’t fully do its job right, I take responsibility.”

    “I want to know what went right and what went wrong,” Mr. Bush added. “I want to know how to better cooperate with state and local government, to be able to answer that very question that you asked: Are we capable of dealing with a severe attack or another severe storm?”

    The president is to deliver a major speech on the issue on Thursday in Louisiana, the White House said today. That will mark his fourth trip to the disaster area since Hurricane Katrina struck slightly more than two weeks ago, devastating Gulf Coast areas and leaving parts of this city inundated after levees broke.

    In Washington, the chief White House spokesman, Scott McClellan, told reporters that “the president will talk to the American people about the recovery and the way forward on the longer-term rebuilding.”

    The bodies of 45 people found in the flooded Memorial Medical Center here on Sunday sharply increased the death toll and raised new questions about the breakdown of the evacuation system as the disaster unfolded. The discovery of the bodies was announced on Monday, though a spokesman for the hospital’s owner said that not all might have been related to the storm or subsequent flooding. Some corpses may have been bodies of people who had died before the storm and been placed in the hospital’s morgue, the spokesman said.

    A communications director for the city of New Orleans, Sally Forman, said today that all hospitals in the city have temporary morgues and that “there are probably more bodies in those morgues.”

    Asked how it could take so long to recover the 45 bodies from the hospital, which remained there for more than a week after patients and staff had evacuated, she cited water in the building and referred questions about body recovery to the Federal Emergency Management Agency.

    Repercussions from the storm continued to echo in Washington this week. On Monday, the director of FEMA, Michael D. Brown, a symbol to many people in New Orleans of government failure in the crisis, resigned. Mr. Brown was relieved of his role in the day-to-day disaster operations here on Friday and was recalled to Washington.

    The new acting director of FEMA, R. David Paulison, pledged today to intensify efforts to find more permanent housing for the tens of thousands of Hurricane Katrina survivors now in shelters.

    “We’re going to get those people out of the shelters, and we’re going to move and get them the help they need,” R. David Paulison said in his first public comments since taking the job.

    He also expressed confidence and pride in “the fine employees of FEMA standing beside me,” adding: “They too have dedicated their lives to serving the public. It’s a job they don’t take lightly and I’m pleased to have such professionals around me as we move forward.”

    The news on Monday that 45 bodies had been found at the Memorial Medical Center was also a reminder of how much else, in the physical structure and in the human toll, might yet remain unknown.

    Officials at the Memorial hospital said at least some of the victims died while waiting to be removed in the four days after the hurricane struck, with the electricity out and temperatures exceeding 100 degrees.

    Steven L. Campanini, a spokesman for the hospital’s owner, Tenet Healthcare, said the dead included patients who died awaiting evacuation as well as people who died before the hurricane struck and whose bodies were in the hospital morgue. Mr. Campanini said the dead might have also included evacuees from other hospitals and the surrounding neighborhood who gathered at Memorial while waiting to evacuate the city.

    On Monday, the authorities elevated the statewide death toll from Hurricane Katrina to 279; of those, 242 were from the New Orleans metropolitan region. In Mississippi, Gov. Haley Barbour said the toll there was at 218.

    Senior Bush administration officials touring the Gulf Coast area expressed concern today about possible shortages of natural gas, saying that the region’s production may not recover for months, The A.P. reported.

    The energy secretary, Samuel W. Bodman, said there is less known about the damage to the natural gas supply system than about the effect on crude oil production, it said. He said in addition to possible pipeline damage, the hurricane also shut down gas processing facilities on-shore, the agency said.

    The Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport reopened to limited commercial flights today for the first time since the hurricane struck more than two weeks ago, and the port was back in operation, too.

    Northwest Airlines Flight 947 from Memphis, Tenn. — the first commercial flight into or out of Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport since the storm hit — landed around midday with about 30 people aboard, far fewer than the jet could hold.

    On Monday, Mr. Bush toured the ghostly streets of New Orleans, standing in the back of an open-air truck flanked by the mayor of the city and the governor of Louisiana, who have been sharply critical of the federal performance.

    Mr. Bush’s appearance with Mr. Nagin and Governor Blanco, both Democrats, suggested that at least some of the bitterness over the response to the disaster had lifted.

    On Mr. Bush’s most recent visit to the stricken area, on Sept. 5, Ms. Blanco learned that he was making the trip from news reports.

    The president, in a brief question and answer session with reporters after his tour on Monday, said that government coordination in rebuilding the city and the region was paramount and that local vision should determine the direction of the reconstruction.

    “It’s very important for the folks in New Orleans to understand that, at least as far as I’m concerned, this great city has got ample talent and ample genius to set the strategy and set the vision,” Mr. Bush said after his 40-minute tour. “Our role at the federal government is, you know, obviously within the law, to help them realize that vision. And that’s what I wanted to assure the mayor.”

    Mr. Bush also returned to accusations that racial discrimination was involved in government’s response to the hurricane, saying “the storm didn’t discriminate” and neither did the rescuers.

    Mr. Nagin and Ms. Blanco have said federal delays in sending aid had compounded the damage of the storm and heightened the anarchy in the days after the storm, when tens of thousands of people were trapped for days at sites like the Convention Center and the Superdome without food or water.

    Mr. Nagin said in a radio interview on Monday, when asked about his meeting with the president, “If anything, he told me he kind of appreciated my frankness and my bluntness.”

    More than 1,000 displaced residents from St. Bernard Parish crowded the State Capitol in Baton Rouge on Monday to learn about the state of their devastated houses. No one has been permitted to re-enter the area to retrieve belongings or examine their houses. News of the meeting traveled by word of mouth and Web sites, and people lined up for blocks outside the Art Deco Capitol, where Gov. Huey P. Long was assassinated in 1935. Some drove from Houston.

    Local officials did not try to hide the bad news.

    “You will not recognize St. Bernard Parish,” the parish president, Henry J. Rodriguez Jr., told hundreds of residents in the marble foyer of the Capitol. “All you will have left of St. Bernard Parish is your memories.”

    Kirk Johnson reported from New Orleans, La., for this article and Christine Hauser from New York. Reporting was contributed by Sewell Chan in Baton Rouge, La.; Michael Luo and William Yardley in New Orleans,; Campbell Robertson in Gulfport, Miss.; and Maria Newman and Mark J. Prendergast in New York.

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  • NFL Injuries Contributed to Long Death




    Former Pittsburgh Steelers lineman Terry Long is shown in this undated file photo. A coroner ruled Tuesday, Sept. 13, 2005, that Long died June 7 from a brain inflammation that resulted, in part, from repeated head injuries he suffered

    NFL Injuries Contributed to Long Death By JOE MANDAK, Associated Press Writer
    Tue Sep 13, 4:08 PM ET

    Former Pittsburgh Steelers lineman Terry Long died from a brain inflammation that resulted, in part, from repeated head injuries suffered while playing football.

    Long, 45, died at UPMC Passavant Hospital on June 7, a few hours after paramedics found him unconscious at his home. An autopsy was inconclusive, but subsequent tests on tissues and fluids taken from Long’s body yielded the findings released Tuesday.

    Long died of an inflammation of the lining of the brain, said Joseph Dominick, chief deputy coroner in Allegheny County. A contributing factor was “chronic traumatic encephalopathy” — also known as dementia pugilistica — a condition most often seen among career boxers.

    “He wasn’t a boxer, but that’s a general term that we would use to denote changes in the brain of a degenerative nature,” coroner Dr. Cyril Wecht said. “They can be from one intensely traumatic injury, or they can be from repetitive and cumulative injuries, which is what we believe happened here.”

    Wecht’s autopsy report said Long’s brain suffered “repeated mild traumatic injury while playing football.” Those repeated injuries made Long’s brain more susceptible to meningitis, which can sometimes also be caused by an infection, but Wecht said that wasn’t the case with Long.

    “We now have partial closure on Terry’s tragic death and demise,” Mark Rush, his former business attorney and friend, said of the autopsy findings. “It certainly saddened me to learn that football, a sport Terry loved, possibly contributed to his death.”

    Steelers spokesman Dave Lockett declined comment on the findings, which come two years after at least three manufacturers introduced new helmets in the NFL and college football designed to guard against concussions. The new helmets came in response to published studies showing players who had one concussion were more susceptible to others.

    Wecht has done research in that area, and has jointly published a case study of Mike Webster, a former Steelers center and Hall of Famer who was diagnosed with football-induced dementia before he died in September 2002 at age 50.

    Webster died of heart problems, but a federal judge earlier this year ruled the NFL should pay his estate disability benefits for football-related head injuries.

    “I’m not suggesting for one moment that we stop professional football. If I said that, I better leave the country,” Wecht said. “I think more attention should be paid by scientists and biomechanical engineers in coming up with a better helmet.”

    Long started at right guard for the Steelers from 1984-91, when he attempted suicide with rat poison after he was suspended for violating the NFL’s steroid policy. Long later rejoined the team, but didn’t re-sign after that season.

    Long had no children and was living alone after separating from his second wife in the months before he died. He was indicted by a federal grand jury in March on charges he fraudulently obtained loans for a chicken-processing plant which prosecutors allege he burned to the ground for the insurance money in September 2003.

    Long was awaiting trial when he died.

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  • THE IMPORTANCE Of Being Famous









    May 30, 2004

    Vanities

    By Jodi Kantor 




    IN ”The Importance of Being Famous,” Maureen Orth promises to reveal the workings of what she calls ”the celebrity-industrial complex” — in other words, the mysterious series of enterprises by which celebrities are minted, managed, paraded and discarded. It’s a tantalizing offer, made more so by Orth’s bona fides: she is a longtime profilist for Vanity Fair, the magazine of starlet-crowning covers, power-player lists, glossy true-crime stories, exclusive (but widely publicized) parties and, as this and other newspapers have recently reported, close ties to Hollywood. So Orth has real potential as a traitor/whistle-blower: finally, it seems, someone will speak plainly about the cover-story negotiations, invitation wrangling, influence peddling and airbrushing that make up the treacherous, lucrative business of fame in America. Maureen Orth could be the Paul O’Neill of Condé Nast!

    No such luck. ”The Importance of Being Famous” is a collection of Orth’s old Vanity Fair profiles, mostly of such scandal-of-the-month figures as Denise Rich, Susan Gutfreund, Mia Farrow and Laci Peterson, but also of political leaders like Margaret Thatcher and Vladimir Putin. A few of these portraits endure because of the sheer creepiness of their details — Arianna Huffington’s odd spiritual practices only seem odder now that she’s run for governor of California, and Orth explains how the supposedly reclusive and naïve Michael Jackson is actually a canny manipulator of news coverage. But most of the profiles are exercises in reinforcement; they adhere so precisely to the conventional wisdom about the figures they describe that their effect is almost comforting. Dear Reader, they seem to say, you were exactly right — Tina Turner really is an earthy but elegant survivor; Margaret Thatcher does miss being in office; and it’s true, Madonna is a shameless master of reinvention.

    Orth has pasted these profiles together with a few short essays, titled ”Notes From the Celebrity-Industrial Complex I-VI,” meant somehow to assemble her rich, dead, disgraced and/or overchronicled subjects into a unified book. But she never persuades the reader that these disparate personalities — say, Gerry Adams and Andrew Cunanan — have much in common, and ”the celebrity-industrial complex” turns out to be nothing more than a convenient drawer into which Orth can pile her old work.

    While most are only a few pages long, the essays are heavy on pronouncement and alarmism. For instance, Orth repeatedly asserts, though never quite explains, a conviction that celebrity is ruining America. ”Obsession with star power,” she intones, ”is producing more and more ordinary people who have inordinate desires to identify with celebrity. Along with acquired situational narcissism, there is now a phenomenon, seriously discussed, called celebrity worship syndrome. A scale has been developed to measure the intensity with which the syndrome’s victims overidentify with celebrities. The thwarted ambitions of these celebrity junkies can backfire on all of us, as the frenzied race to be powerful or famous drives some people into dysfunction.” This syndrome may be ”seriously discussed” somewhere, but not in this book.

    Orth suffers from an exotic disorder herself: a stubborn refusal to see herself as part of the celebrity frenzy she reviles. The media are a ”morass,” a ”monster” and a ”giant . . . mush.” She even faults the press for constantly moving on from old subjects to find new stories, as if doing so weren’t a basic tenet of journalism. She harangues fellow reporters for overcovering the stories to which she contributes thousands of words; she chides other news outlets for their cover-the-coverage metastories, even though she uses the same approach.

    Orth also complains about how other journalists treat potential interview subjects — sending ingratiating letters, making promises ”on network letterhead,” getting involved in ”negotiations worthy of Colin Powell, including a series of demands to be met, questions not to be asked, insistence on quote approval and other stipulations.” In a few instances, Orth’s complaints stick, as in her explication of Diane Sawyer’s shoddy 1995 interview with Michael Jackson. But what’s odd is how prudishly Orth writes about these matters, as if she’s never dispatched a friendly interview request or agreed to keep a topic off limits. Are such practices prohibited at Vanity Fair? It’s certain that Maureen Orth knows. It’s just as certain that she isn’t telling.



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    Kara Fraser invited seven people to witness the birth of her daughter Jacquelyn. Among them was a photographer who had been hired to record the occasion.


    September 11, 2005

    Move Over, Doc, the Guests Can’t See the Baby




    Correction Appended


    Jessica Anderson still has months to go, but her family and friends are already hinting about invitations. Stephanie Bullock, due in November, thought she had decided on her mother, grandmother, the baby’s father and two friends from work. But now her children are clamoring to join in, and she worries about slighting her boss. And with mere days left in her pregnancy, Tiffany Pena was still torn. “I didn’t have my mom there when I was conceiving, so why should I have her when I’m delivering?” she asked.


    Just a generation after fathers had to beg or even sue for the right to be present, the door to the delivery room has swung wide open. Even the most traditional hospitals now allow multiple guests during labor, transforming birth from a private affair into one that requires a guest list. Like bridesmaids and pallbearers, the invitees are marked as an honored group of intimates. But few weddings or funerals involve nudity, blood or heavy anesthetics.


    “I’ve always been really close to my dad, but I don’t think he’d seen me without my clothes on since I was 13,” said Kate Bickert, who nonetheless asked her father and six others to her first delivery.


    The staff at California Pacific Medical Center in San Francisco not only permitted the group, but also offered it a large room packed with extra chairs, Ms. Bickert said.


    When Prentice Women’s Hospital in Chicago, among the busiest birthing facilities in the country, moves into its new home in 2007, each labor and delivery room will have its own spectator section: an area near the head of the mother’s bed, called the “Family Zone,” equipped with seating for four.


    Though most hospitals allow only a few guests at a time, some have abandoned limits altogether. When a patient at St. John’s Health Center in Santa Monica, Calif., recently went into early labor, she simply moved her baby shower – guests, presents, cake and all – to her delivery room.


    “You can have two family members disrupt everything that’s going on, but you can have 15 who are well behaved, and it’s no problem at all,” said Dr. Andrew Ross, an obstetrician in the Denver area.


    The newly inclusive approach – despite some awkward and unintended consequences – is a triumph both for hospitals, which have made birth remarkably safe for mother and child, and for the natural childbirth movement, which has long campaigned for more humanized care.


    But those are not the only reasons behind the change. Families now come in too many configurations for hospitals to dictate who accompanies the mother. “Your stepmother might be the closest person in your life to you,” said Bethany Golden, a midwife in Chicago. “It’s really hard, as a health care provider, to come in and assess who should be there and who shouldn’t.”


    There may also be financial rewards for hospitals. Childbirth, the most consistently happy event to take place within their walls, can be an alluring marketing tool, especially when an audience is involved. “The more family-friendly a hospital can be during labor and delivery, the more comfortable a family will be coming there for an angioplasty,” Dr. Ross said.


    And pregnancy has already become a public spectacle. Stars flaunt their swollen bellies – and a few months later, their magically flattened ones. Tent-like maternity wear has given way to sexy, fertility-goddess looks. The age of the camcorder begat the age of the taped birth, which led to television shows like “Babies: Special Delivery.” From there, it was a short step to real-time viewing. As Ms. Anderson, who lives in Aurora, Colo., said of her future sister-in-law: “She can watch complete strangers giving birth, why can’t she watch me?”


    A circle of family and friends in the delivery room, say all concerned, can make a birth even more wondrous than it already is. Hospital personnel say that most guests are beautifully behaved: helpful to husbands during their long bedside vigils, deferential to medical authority and prepared for the indignities of childbirth.


    Heather Kirkpatrick of Palo Alto, Calif., speaks fondly of the three friends, Ms. Bickert among them, who formed a bucket line to the bathroom when she began throwing up. “We still laugh about how important it was that they were in charge of the vomit train,” said Ms. Kirkpatrick, who has in turn attended their deliveries. This sort of private support crew can ease labor’s combination of tedium and extreme pain. “It was such a relaxing and loving environment,” said Kara Fraser of San Diego, who brought seven guests into the delivery room, including a professional photographer who chronicled the scene in black-and-white shots. Medical personnel say that Hispanic women seem particularly inclined to share birth with their mothers and sisters, and that teenage mothers, who may lack significant others, often surround themselves with friends.


    But as the delivery room becomes less sacrosanct, new parents who desire privacy – still the majority at many hospitals – may find themselves delicately justifying their position. Since most hospitals limit the guest list to just a few people, those who want company must choose who merits one of the valuable slots. “I call it ‘How to Lose Friends Quickly,’ ” said Dr. Jacques Moritz, an obstetrician and the director of gynecology at St. Luke’s-Roosevelt Hospital in New York. “Once they see one person, it’s ‘What about me? How come I haven’t been invited in?’ ”


    And laboring women are no longer protected from messy social tensions during their most vulnerable hour. Liberal visitation policies have given rise to a new and supremely irritating variety of guest: the labor crashers. Sometimes, “a sister starts giving the O.K. for who can come into the room, and there’s no preset list for who can be there,” Ms. Golden said.


    Ms. Bullock, whose children want to attend her next delivery, had an unpleasant surprise at her last birth, at Gritman Medical Center in Moscow, Idaho. A less-than-favorite male cousin appeared; the next thing she knew, a nurse was yanking her gown up to neck level, right in front of his eyes. Staff members at Bellevue Hospital Center in New York recently watched agape as two men argued in a delivery room, each asserting paternity of the child about to appear.


    Husbands who expected to valiantly wipe their wives’ brows during labor, and then proudly announce the birth to a waiting room full of relatives, might find themselves lost in the crowd. But the most frequent tension arises between various mothers in the room: the mothers-to-be, their own mothers and mothers-in- law.


    The older women “get to relive some of the joy that they had at this moment,” said Dr. Gary Hankins, a member of the American Committee of Obstetricians and Gynecologists who is also chairman of the Committee on Obstetric Practice. But at the same time, Dr. Hankins said, “mothers think they know best,” and sometimes try to take command.


    Ms. Golden added: “A normal reaction for someone who’s close to us, when we see them in pain, is to help them in any way we know. They start saying, ‘Give her something, give her something,’ and it’s not their decision to make.”


    Because women used to be heavily sedated during childbirth, even those who have borne their own children may be strangers to the process. Barbara Covell of Rockville Centre, N.Y., joked that she “went to sleep with the first labor pain and woke up in the beauty parlor.” Decades later, her daughter “thought it was important for me to witness the birth of offspring – not my own offspring, because it was too late for that, but a grandchild.”


    Ms. Covell called the experience “a gift.” But Carolynn Bauer Zorn of Oak Park, Calif., was kicked out of her daughter’s delivery room for protesting an impending Caesarean section. Partly as a result of that episode, Ms. Zorn started a campaign called Attend Your Grandchild’s Birth Day. (Ms. Zorn has since received praise for her efforts but also criticism from men who believe grandmothers should be barred from delivery rooms.)


    An entire discussion thread on babycenter.com, a popular parenting Web site, is titled “Don’t Want MIL” – meaning mother-in-law – “in the Delivery Room.” Even though her husband was serving in Iraq, Pamela Keltner of Olathe, Kan., could not bring herself to include his mother when her first son was born. She broke the news directly and gently: “I just didn’t feel comfortable with her seeing everything I had to offer to the world,” she said.


    Other women concoct fibs to ward off unwanted guests, from fictional hospital policies to invented favors that must be performed on the day of delivery. Likewise, obstetrics personnel say they have become experts at clearing a room, out of genuine medical necessity or not.


    “If there’s a war going on between the mother-to-be and the mother-in-law, then as a professional, I need to contrive a way from that being an even more exaggerated problem,” said Dr. Fredric Frigoletto, associate chief of obstetrics and gynecology at Massachusetts General Hospital. Those in charge often agree to play the heavies in advance. “We set up a code word or a look,” said Rebecca Tessler, a midwife in Brooklyn.


    After all, even the most routine deliveries can leave patients utterly exposed and guests shocked. “It’s very common that women need stitches after birth,” Ms. Golden said. “People don’t always know that. All of a sudden, you’re stitching, and there are four people behind you watching. This is a woman’s most intimate moment. It’s not a show.”


    But in Dr. Moritz’s experience, privacy during that particular moment is rarely a concern. “The minute the baby comes out, all of the attention turns to the baby,” he said. “Nobody pays attention to the mother any more.”



    Correction: Sept. 13, 2005, Tuesday:

    A front-page article on Sunday about expectant mothers’ inviting friends and family into the delivery room misstated the affiliation of Dr. Gary Hankins, who said the baby’s maternal grandmother sometimes tries to take command at the birth. It is the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists, not the American Committee.