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By Robert Fisk, Middle East Correspondent
Sunday Independent/UK
04 March 2007
The most wanted man on the planet was 36 when our veteran correspondent
met him for the first time in the desert
He was 36 when I first met him. Osama bin Laden’s beard had no trace
of grey in 1993. He was a young man, building a new road for poor
villagers in Sudan, a trifle arrogant perhaps, very definitely wary of
the Western journalist – 10 years older than him – who had turned up
in the cold Sudanese desert one Sunday morning to talk to him about
his war against the Soviet Union in Afghanistan.
Was I going to ask him about “terror”? No, I wanted to know what it
was like to fight the Russians. A Soviet mortar shell had fallen beside
him, Bin Laden said. Nangahar province, maybe 1982. “I felt Seqina as
I waited for it to explode,” he said. Seqina means an almost religious
calmness. The shell – and many must curse it for being a dud – did
not explode. Otherwise Osama bin Laden would have been dead at 25.
When I met him again in Afghanistan in 1996, he was 39, raging
against the corruption of the Saudi royal family, contemptuous of
the West. When Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait in 1990, Bin Laden told
the House of Saud that his Arab legion could destroy the Iraqis;
no need to bring the Americans to the land of Islam’s two holiest
places. The King turned him down. So the Americans were now also the
target of Osama’s anger.
Has he grown wiser with age? The next year, he told me he sought
God’s help “to turn America into a shadow of itself”. I wrote
“rhetoric” in the margin of my notebook – a mistake. Age was giving
Bin Laden a dangerous self-confidence. But as the years after 11
September 2001 went by, I watched the al-Qa’ida leader’s beard
go grey in the videotapes. He talked about history more and more:
the Balfour Declaration, the Sykes-Picot agreement, the end of the
Ottoman Caliphate. His political speeches appealed to Arabs whose
pro-American dictators would never have the courage to tell George
W Bush to take his soldiers home.
There was no contrition. Age – if it bestows wisdom – did not allow
Bin Laden to question his own motives, to express any self-doubt. In
the tapes, his robes were embroidered. He appeared like a Mahdi,
a seer. But I wondered, as the years went by, if he was any longer
relevant. Nuclear scientists invented the atom bomb. What would have
been the point of arresting all the scientists afterwards? The bomb
existed. Bin Laden created al-Qa’ida. The monster was born. What is
the point, any longer, in searching for 50-year-old Bin Laden?
Five years ago, Time magazine offered to buy one of my photographs
of Bin Laden in Afghanistan for its front cover. I refused to sell
it. Time wanted, so their picture desk told me, to use a computer
to “age” him in my snapshot. Again, I refused. “So how much do you
want?” the Time picture desk asked. They didn’t understand. Bin Laden
may have no integrity, but my pictures did: they showed a man in his
30s and 40s, not in his 60s or 70s.
But now he is 50 years old. I don’t think he’ll be celebrating in
his cave.
Just reflecting that, white-flecked though his beard now is, he remains
the West’s target number one, as iconic as any devil, so embarrassing
to Mr Bush that the President dare no longer pronounce his name,
lest it remind his audience that Bin Laden is the one that got away.
I read the “experts”, telling me that Bin Laden has cancer, that
he needs medical machines to survive. But we say this about all our
enemies. Bin Laden uses now a stick to walk – unusual for a man of
50 – but we know he was wounded in Afghanistan. The truth is – and
forget the “experts” who might tell you otherwise – that Bin Laden is
still alive. Like the Scarlet Pimpernel, he may be damned and elusive,
but he remains on this earth. Aged 50.
A historic meeting with the world’s pariah
‘Anti-Soviet warrior puts his army on the road to peace’
Published in ‘The Independent’, 6 December 1993
Osama bin Laden sat in his gold-fringed robe, guarded by the loyal
Arab mujahedin who fought alongside him in Afghanistan.
Bearded, taciturn figures – unarmed, but never more than a few yards
from the man who recruited them, trained them and then dispatched them
to destroy the Soviet army – they watched unsmiling as the Sudanese
villagers of Almatig lined up to thank the Saudi businessman who is
about to complete the highway linking their homes to Khartoum…
With his high cheekbones, narrow eyes and long brown robe, Mr Bin
Laden looks every inch the mountain warrior of mujahedin legend…
“I helped some of my comrades to come here to Sudan after the war,”
he said.
Was it not a bit anti-climatic for them, I asked, to fight the Russians
and end up road-building in Sudan? “They like this work and so do I.”