CHRISTOPER HITCHENS October 8, 2011
Probably because it mainly provides the kind of short-term cinematic satisfaction that characterizes the Hellfire terminus, the flashy ending of al-Qaida’s main media star, Anwar al-Awlaki, has only led to the reopening of some pressing questions about the nature of the jihadi menace.
To phrase the essence of the problem shortly, you are perhaps more likely to be blown up at work or play by a “homegrown” or “lone wolf” fanatic than you are to die at the hands of al-Qaida or al-Shabab or any of their shifting surrogates. In the same way, it is at least as likely that a local operative will emerge from the American suburbs to commit one random and unpredictable act as it is that a fanatic will leave our shores and take himself to Somalia or Yemen or Afghanistan. And so we have the figures of Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, unsheathing his weapon at Fort Hood to yell “God Is Great!”or Faisal Shahzad, rigging his SUV to explode in Times Square.
It doesn’t seem strictly accurate to use the “lone wolf” designation in all these cases, because a potent influence on the loner can be a homegrown counselor or adviser, who speaks the vernacular and has also lived in “the belly of the beast.”
In the recent past, al-Awlaki has been the classic and most successful instance. His evolving contact with Hasan, for example, seemingly walking him through all of the stages that led up to the granting of religious permission to shoot at will, was quite systematic. There were times when al-Awlaki was working under our very noses, propagandizing in Virginia and elsewhere from the context of an existing mosque.
But he had not, at that stage, fully pupated himself into a committed Salafi jihadist. So now we have the phenomenon of an American citizen, able to whisper directly into the ears of people living here, but until recently being able to do so from a geographical location where our laws cannot reach him. There is no precedent, however remote, for a legal and moral challenge of this kind, let alone for a political or military one.
Since this dilemma will be with us for some time, may I recommend a recent booklet which offers the most background to the emergence of this fascinating and frustrating enemy? Called “As American as Apple Pie: How Anwar al-Awlaki Became the Face of Western Jihad,” it is published by the International Center for the Study of Radicalization and Political Violence. (Its author, I should proudly make haste to add, is my son.) The booklet explores the tradition of English-speaking Salafi agitators working in the West. But I find myself more absorbed by the aspect represented by the late Samir Khan, a Pakistani-American who until he died in the same Hellfire attack was the editor of al-Qaida in the Arab Peninsula’s magazine, Inspire. Some will remember this unique online publication for its jeering, upbeat reports on the extreme cheapness of the printer-cartridge bombs that were loaded from Yemen onto planes bound for our shores . While other martyrdom tactics were being used on faraway battlefields, Khan said not long ago, and even while Osama bin Laden was being removed from the chessboard, the idea of homegrown attacks on U.S. soil was moving “into fifth gear.”
In a rhetorical way, this mirrors bin Laden’s obsessive distinction between operations against India, say, or Iraq, and spectacular assaults on “the far enemy,” or the prestige and security of the United States. But it also raises a much less grand image: that of the pathetic amateur and misfit who can commit perhaps one limited act of vicious spite against his neighbors or co-workers or even passersby.
I think it is important to watch for symptoms of sheer degeneracy like this — pick-nose wannabe murderers lurking in their parents’ basements — because there is evidence that such things (like the use of small children to carry suicide bombs) arouse revulsion even among those who otherwise wish us ill. It also dramatically reduces the caliber of recruit. On the other hand, and too little remarked, such tactics do something that is worth the price of a good deal of high explosive. They annihilate trust and confidence. Do you really want, next to you at boot camp, a man who prostrates himself five times a day? Should one say anything about the man with the beard in the next seat?
Slow and sidelong cultural erosions of this kind can do incalculable harm. And they can also be horribly and cheaply self-replicating: Some people will “overreact” to a specter of Islamism however slight, and this will offend the man who is only trying to meet his prayer obligations, and then a whole machinery of supposed grievance and redress clanks into action. Meanwhile, those who orchestrate this little carnival of mayhem and social corrosion are able to do so from areas that are beyond our legal jurisdiction but within our military reach, and to taunt us while doing so.
As we engage with the horrible idea that our government claims the right to add its own citizens to a death list that is compiled by methods and standards unknown, we must concede that no government on Earth faces such a temptation to invoke what I suppose we could call a doctrine of preemptive self-defense. Those who share my alarm at the prospect of this, and of the ways in which it could be abused, are under a heavy obligation to say what they would do instead.
New York Times Syndicate