The American Taliban

John Walker Lindh is being released from prison today. What do you know about him? Here are some excerpts of what Mark Steyn wrote about him December 9, 2001.

A fortnight ago, two Americans met in the northern Afghan desert, at the Qala-I-Jangi prison. One was a CIA special-ops man, Mike Spann. The other was a prisoner he was interrogating, a Taleban 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 Taleban, 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 11th: awf’lly 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 whose ferocious lineage rings down the centuries, the Omar/Osama ranks were like a novelty Gap ad, “Losers of Many Nations” – misfit Saudis and Pakis, Limeys and LaLaLanders. 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 clichés from America’s Left Coast the wonder is the mullahs didn’t automatically take him for a CIA plant.

But no, Mr Walker is for real – born John Lindh in 1981, and from that bastion of well-heeled pothead progressivism, California’s affluent Marin County. Just north of San Francisco, Marin is the kind of place where Taleban are rare and Republicans are rarer, and your average hippie-turned-lawyer can stay true to his Sixties values while living on property that stays true to its late Nineties values (average house price: just shy of a million bucks). This is the aging of the dawn of Aquarius: a lotta latte, a little dope, environmentalism, multiculturalism, and everyone likes feeling religious, or at least “spiritual” – old New York Times headline: “Religion Makes A Comeback (Belief To Follow)”. Following the traditional Marin pattern, his parents divorced, his father moved in with another man, his mother converted to Buddhism, and the children were taught Native American spirituality. John was sent to an “alternative” high school. (In the Bay Area, all the high schools are “alternative”. The problem for parents is trying to find any alternative to the alternative.) The set texts included The Autobiography Of Malcom X, and John liked it so much that like the late Mr X he too 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, gone to the trouble of naming 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 Center.

…John Walker is a 20-year old man – though one can sympathise if protracted exposure to the Bay Area’s “critical thinking” (if only) has left him in a state of arrested development. For four decades, supposedly “non-judgmental” flower-children like Marilyn Walker have reflexively characterised CIA 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 an internal contradiction, but the logical reductio of the new left’s moral nullity. Cocooned in one of the most prosperous enclaves on the planet, he was taught everything – from Buddhism to Indian spirituality to Malcolm X – everything except what it means to be an American citizen.

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, suggested the other day by The Toronto Sun’s Peter Worthington. In 1944, lacking the benefits of an immersion in Bay Area “critical thinking”, the teenage Worthington volunteered for the Royal Canadian Navy. Unlike Walker’s apologists, he at least treats him as an adult exercising free will. As Mr Worthington notes, on page four of John Walker’s US passport, it states that any American who enlists in a foreign army can be stripped of 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 fancypants ‘Frisco 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.

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