Bush’s [May 2001] Faustian Deal With the Taliban

Enslave your girls and women, harbor anti-U.S.
terrorists, destroy every vestige of civilization
in your homeland, and the Bush administration will
embrace you. All that matters is that you line up
as an ally in the drug war, the only international
cause that this nation still takes seriously.

Enslave your girls and women, harbor anti-U.S.
terrorists, destroy every vestige of civilization
in your homeland, and the Bush administration will
embrace you. All that matters is that you line up
as an ally in the drug war, the only international
cause that this nation still takes seriously.


That’s the message sent with the recent [05.17.01]
gift of $43 million to the Taliban rulers of
Afghanistan, the most virulent anti-American
violators of human rights in the world today.

The gift, announced by Secretary of State Colin Powell, in addition to other recent aid, makes the U.S. the main sponsor of the Taliban and rewards that "rogue regime" for declaring that opium growing is against the will of God. So, too, by the Taliban’s estimation, are most human activities, but it’s the ban on drugs that catches this
administration’s attention.


Never mind that Osama bin Laden still operates the leading anti-American terror operation from his base in Afghanistan, from which, among other crimes, he
launched two bloody attacks on American embassies
in Africa in 1998.


Sadly, the Bush administration is cozying up to the Taliban regime at a time when the United Nations, at U.S. insistence, imposes sanctions on Afghanistan
because the Kabul government will not turn over
Bin Laden.


The Taliban may suddenly be the dream regime of our own war drug war zealots, but in the end this alliance will prove a costly failure.

Author: Robert Scheer

News Service: Los Angeles Times – May 22, 2001

URL: http://www.robertscheer.com/1_natcolumn/01_columns/052201.htm

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