From The Telegraph (UK)
Let's leave John Walker to the justice he chose
By Mark Steyn
A FORTNIGHT ago two Americans met in the northern Afghan desert, at the
Qala-i- Jhangi prison. One was a CIA special-ops man, Mike Spann. The other
was a prisoner he was interrogating, a Taliban soldier called "Abdul Hamid",
the nom de guerre of John Walker, formerly of northern California.
Mr Spann will be buried tomorrow by his wife and three young children in
Arlington National Cemetery. He was kicked, beaten and apparently bitten to
death in an uprising of captured Taliban, who then booby-trapped his body
with grenades.
Mr Walker, by contrast, is one of 86 people to survive the four-day prison
battle, and the question now is what to do with him.
If nothing else, he's usefully nailed one of the self-serving myths peddled
after the awesome intelligence failure of September 11: awfully sorry we
failed to see it coming, said the high-ranking suits, but it's impossible to
do any covert deep-cover stuff out in Afghanistan; these fellows are all
cousins and brothers-in-law - a guy from Jersey would stick out like a
lap-dancer in a burqa.
As we now know, instead of being full of fearsome Pashtun warriors renowned
down the centuries, the Omar/ Osama ranks were like a novelty Gap ad,
"Losers of Many Nations" - misfit Saudis, Pakistanis, Brits and
Californians.
Anyone can walk in off the street and be assistant supervisor of the
third-floor latrine in Tora Bora by nightfall. The only distinguishing
feature about John Walker is that he's such an obvious compendium of
clapped-out cliches from America's Left Coast the wonder is the mullahs
didn't automatically take him for a CIA plant.
Mr Walker was born John Lindh in 1981, and comes from a bastion of
well-heeled dopehead progressivism, California's Marin County. Just north of
San Francisco, it is a place where your average hippy-turned-lawyer stays
true to his Sixties values on property that stays true to its late Nineties
values (average house price: just shy of a million bucks).
Following the traditional Marin pattern, his parents divorced, his mother
converted to Buddhism, and the children were taught Native American
spirituality. John went to an "alternative" high school. (In the Bay Area,
they are all "alternative". The problem for parents is trying to find any
alternative to the alternative.)
The set texts included The Autobiography of Malcolm X, and John liked it so
much that, like the late Mr X, he decided to embrace Islam and change his
name, to Sulayman. His parents, putting their foot down for what seems to be
the first and last time, demanded the right to continue calling him John.
They had, after all, named him after one of the colossi of the age, John
Lennon. To this, he consented. In return, they let him study at the Mill
Valley Islamic Centre.
In 1998, after an awkward trip to their ancestral Ireland in which John
trudged dutifully round the auld sod wearing his turban and white robes,
Frank Lindh agreed to let the 17-year-old spend a year in Yemen, on the next
stage of his "spiritual odyssey".
Last year, John e-mailed home to say al-Qaeda's attack on the USS Cole was
justified - oh, and by the way he was off to enrol in a Pakistani madrassa.
So Dad wired him a couple thousand bucks, which goes a long way in Bannu.
Aside from a glowing school report from his Imam, that was the last Mr Lindh
heard from Junior until he turned up brandishing an AK47 and declaring his
approval of the events of September 11.
John Walker's CV bears eloquent testament to his parents' scrupulous
observance of the Bay Area's First Commandment: Thou shalt be
non-judgemental. Yeah, man, Yemen. Cool. As one headline put it: "A Product
Of Bay Area Culture".
Exactly, I thought. But, this being The San Francisco Chronicle, they were
applying the label with pride. Rhapsodising about the region's "religious
tolerance" and the way children are taught to value "critical thinking about
the US role in the world", Louis Freedberg concluded that Walker's only
misfortune was that "his search for identity intersected precisely with the
World Trade Centre attacks".
If not for this unfortunate "intersection", he might have become an
"idealistic doctor". The President, he said, should allow the boy home "and
let him get his life back on track. We'd want nothing less for our own
children, who could easily have found themselves in a similar mess."
In fairness to the youth of northern California, that last part is an unjust
slur. The marvel is that, after labouring under the twin burdens of the
education system's multicultural orthodoxies and the preening moral
superiority of their boomer parents, no more Bay Area teens have signed on
with Mullah Omar.
None the less, there is a difference between "tolerance" of other cultures
and the moral inertia displayed by the Lindhs. We can, in any case, guess
the limits of Marin County's much-vaunted "tolerance".
Imagine that the Marinated Muslim had instead announced that he was going to
do what the late Mike Spann did at his age: enlist in the Marines. Would
Marilyn Walker have seen that as a valid part of his "self-discovery"? Or
would she have got out her joss sticks and wailed, "Oh, my God, where did we
go wrong?"
Mom says she's "proud" of John, but says he must have been "brainwashed".
From the look of him, his brain's the only thing that's been washed: John
Walker resembles one of those cadaverous, deranged guys who stumble up to
you late at night at Greyhound bus stations and demand money for medication.
But right now that's shrewd image-positioning. President Bush seems to have
bought the "misguided" line, describing Walker as a "poor fellow" who
thought he was fighting for a "great cause". "I can't see him as being
unpatriotic," says a neighbour. "This is where his journey led him."
For four decades, "non-judgemental" flower-children like Marilyn Walker have
reflexively characterised men like Mike Spann as the dark agents of
Right-wing militarism. We are entitled to judge Marilyn's son, the comrade
of Spann's killers, as the dark agent of Left-wing Marinism.
Raised by peaceniks and Marinated in "tolerance", he took up an AK47 in
defence of misogynists and gay-bashers: not a paradox, but the logical
reductio of the Left's moral nullity. Cocooned in one of the most prosperous
enclaves on the planet, he was taught everything - from Buddhism to Malcolm
X - except what it means to be an American citizen.
When a 13-year-old girl wants an abortion, the Marin County crowd insists
that "a woman's right to choose" is sacred. Twenty-year-old men make
choices, too. John Walker chose to go to war against his own country.
Americans should respect his "right to choose" and let him live with the
consequences.
I'm not in favour of trying him for treason: Alan Dershowitz and the other
high-rent lawyers are already salivating over the possibility of a two-year
circus with attendant book deals and TV movies. But there is another way: on
page four of John Walker's US passport, it states that any American who
enlists in a foreign army automatically loses his citizenship.
Mr Walker wants to be Abdul Hamid: Mr Bush should honour his wishes. Let us
leave him to the Northern Alliance and let his San Francisco fancypants
lawyers petition to appear before the Kabul bar, if there is one. It would,
surely, be grossly discriminatory to subject Mr Hamid to non-Islamic
justice. |
