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Charlie Wilson and Pakistan

Charlie Wilson’s War‘, written by George Crile of ‘Sixty Minutes’, is a good book about a bad man motivated by vanity and arrogance to assist in producing billions of dollars to counter the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan.

Crile describes people whose ethical decrepitude was complemented by unmitigated desire to be regarded as influential. There is hardly a person he mentions whom you would have in your house to polish your boots, but they have a weird fascination engendered by their total dedication to self-importance.

The main character in this rattling good yarn, Charlie Wilson, was a US Congressman when the Cold War was raging. Rarely can the prefix ‘The Honourable’ have been less appropriate. The man was a drunken, shiftless, ignorant, lying, drug-taking, zipper-flipping, corrupt, power-crazed cretin. His only value was his ability, through membership of influential Congress Committees, to move large sums of money, legally and often otherwise, as subsidies and to purchase weapons and equipment for groups fighting the Soviet army in Afghanistan. The fact that most of the cash was wasted meant nothing to him.

Enormous quantities of weapons and money were stolen by individuals and organizations within and outside Afghanistan. Recently I was asked how a Pakistani former brigadier could afford to live in the west in the style he does. His family was poor, he had no land, and retired early with a tiny pension. Yet he lives comfortably with no apparent means of support — apart from the few million dollars he stashed away against a rainy day when he was involved in the US/Saudi-Pakistan- mujahideen supply chain. And he is only one of the many who took advantage of their positions to dip their fingers in that ever-open cash box, thanks to Wilson and his greasy associates. Little wonder Wilson is regarded as a hero by some odd people.

In 1991, after the Russians left Afghanistan, it was intended in Washington that the flow of cash should cease. And not only in Washington, as Crile records, for Bob Oakley, a most effective US ambassador to Islamabad who I much respect, “drew the conclusion that America’s national interests were not being served” by continuing to throw money and weapons into the eager grasp of the increasingly factious and murderous mujahideen. Congressman Wilson thought otherwise, and as a member of the House Intelligence Committee was able to waste many more millions of US taxpayers’ dollars propping up such luminaries as Gulbuddin Hekmatyar whom the CIA later tried to assassinate.

Wilson was also a member of the Defense Appropriations Committee to which bunch of self-important prats the US armed forces pay court because they need money and the best way to obtain it was (and is) to cultivate committee members, no matter how nauseating and pompous they might be.

It was ever thus, and I am reminded of the wonderful ‘Don’t Go Near the Water’ written by William Brinkley (Jonathan Cape, 1957), caricaturing a US Navy public relations unit in the Pacific during the war against Japan. Brinkley’s description of dignitaries visiting the region is pointed. “VIP treatment”, he wrote, “varied according to rank. Ordinary congressmen, for example, were met by, in addition to a Correspondents’ Aide, a captain and a station wagon and given corner rooms in the VIP [accommodation], while a congressman who happened to be a member of the Naval Affairs Committee was met by flag rank and a Buick and put up in the guest room of Com-Fleets. When [the HQ] was alerted that the chairman of the Senate Naval Affairs Committee was en route, the preparations took on the aspects of those for the Second Coming…”

Steeped in tradition, the US Navy maintains its customs, and Crile notes that in 1985 the sleazebag Charlie Wilson was entertained for a weekend on the aircraft carrier USS Saratoga with a beautiful strumpet called Annelise Ilschenko, together with “three of his Texas drinking pals [and] his twenty-seven-year old defense aide, Molly Hamilton”.

According to Crile, “Hamilton . . . was not exactly a good-time girl, and was frankly appalled by what she perceived to be a clear abuse of congressional power.” Another objectionable aspect of this shoddy little jamboree was that although the Navy forbids alcohol on board, the slimey Wilson took his own large supply. Rules don’t apply to those who make the rules. Throughout his squalid career Wilson thoroughly abused congressional privilege, misusing it to take luxurious jaunts round the world, and, on one occasion, in a particularly disgusting episode, even for Wilson, to escape prosecution for a drunk driving car smash.

I first heard of Wilson in the mid-Eighties in connection with the US embassy in Islamabad where he behaved in a bizarrely immature fashion. Zia ul-Haq knew how to manipulate Americans in the game of flattery, and lushed up Wilson and his floozies (who rotated, as it were, on all his publicly-funded junkets) in order to obtain more and more weapons and cash. Zia was clean — not even Benazir Bhutto, who hated him deeply, has ever suggested otherwise — and knew human weakness very well. He played on the egos of ingenuous knaves like Wilson and turned a blind eye when his own in-house jackals corruptly stashed away the goodies, in cash and kind. Pakistani officers and Afghan leaders who became rich during the Wilson/CIA/Saudi years of fabulous generosity may have thought their activities discreet, but Zia knew what was going on and quietly laughed up his sleeve while continuing to fool the unbelievers.

Wilson controlled the cash taps, and Zia wasn’t going to turn them off even if it meant acting contrary to his own principles. Zia sometimes remarked that lying and dissembling in the interests of Islam is permissible, and saw Wilson as just another vulgar oaf who could be useful to further his long-term plans. Crile seems to understand this, but doesn’t quite come out with it all. (His statement that one of Charlie’s trollops, Joanne Herring, “was awarded [the] country’s highest honour, the title of Quaid-e-Azam . . .” is regrettably absurd, as the honorific is that of only one person: Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, but doesn’t detract from the overall picture.)

At the end of 1986 Wilson had another Congressional freebie to Pakistan, this time with a tart called ‘Sweetums’ in tow. (He later wanted to marry Sweetums, but went on a political junket without her. When Sweetums telephoned him in the early morning she was answered by another tart. No wedding bells for Charlie.) Wilson intended to fly from Rawalpindi to Lahore (for a party) by the embassy aircraft, which is provided by the Defense Department, and took it for granted that politicians’ scrubbers were allowed on board. The defence attaché said words to the effect of Not on your life: she is not a member of a branch of the US government, nor is she the spouse of such a member; she is not on anyone’s staff in any capacity other than that of floozie so she is not going to travel on a DOD airplane. (I know of this incident from first-hand sources.) The attaché was in the right. Wilson shrieked his fury at the ambassador, an honourable man who agreed with his DA: official airplanes are not for transport of tarts. So no go for Sweetums.

Wilson managed to get his frippet to Lahore on a plane provided by Zia, who laughed at the vulgarity of his antics, and when he got back to Washington, as recorded by Crile, took revenge by having the DOD aircraft withdrawn from the embassy. His words to his fellow buffoons in his US Congress Committee were “They have insulted me and they have insulted my true love, Sweetums. I want you to give me my revenge”, which they did. (It is a sobering thought that these people were America’s legislators.)

There are other splendid descriptions in Crile’s book, including some of CIA officials who believe in witchcraft (and actually try to use it; quite amazing) and have chips on their shoulders the size of telegraph poles. (In particular a man called Gust [sic] Avrakatos who is unbelievably crass and boorish and very scary indeed.) The book is a thoroughly good read, and adds to understanding of the corrupt committee system on Capitol Hill and the attitude of some CIA employees. These freaks are not representative of the CIA, for which organisation I have considerable regard; but Crile’s account of aberrations sends shivers up the spine when one realises that there are many oddballs still working for the Agency — some of them in Afghanistan and Iraq. But the wonder is that a piece of Neanderthal filth such as Charlie Wilson could have exercised influence on the foreign policy of the United States for so long.

Are there other Charlies still around?

BRIAN CLOUGHLEY writes about defense issues for CounterPunch, Dawn and other international publications. He can be reached at: beecluff@aol.com

 

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Brian Cloughley writes about foreign policy and military affairs. He lives in Voutenay sur Cure, France.

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