Sunday, January 14, 2007

PapaKarl posts a few more links

In response to the request made by Highbury, PapaKarl posted the following.
Sometimes I wonder if anybody at all reads the papers:,,29389-2205344,00.html The Untouchable: how Abu Hamza was allowed to preach hate as authority looked the other way By Sean O'Neill and Daniel McGrory Time and time again British officials were given evidence of the radical cleric's involvement in terrorism, but nothing was done to stop him. -------------------------------- An example of the evidence that MI5 and MI6 received: --------------------------------,,1-523-2460306-523,00.html The Sunday Times November 19, 2006

Focus: My life as a spy at the heart of Al-Qaeda Al-Qaeda trained Omar Nasiri in its Afghan terror camps as a bomber and sent him to London. Unknown to them he was also working for western intelligence. Here he reveals his life as a double agent operating at the very edge of the law

[. . .] Hamza asked me which of the camps in Afghanistan I had been in, and I told him. Then I leant forward slightly. "I met someone you know," I said in a conspiratorial voice. Hamza raised his brow just slightly.

"I trained with Assad Allah," I told him. "He told me about the nitroglycerine, and how you lost your hands." Hamza looked away. "Brother," he whispered, not meeting my gaze, "please don’t share that story with anyone."

As I was to learn later, Hamza claimed he had lost his hands defusing a landmine on the front lines in Afghanistan. I knew the real story.

Assad Allah was an enormous Algerian who had taught me how to handle explosives at the Darunta training camp near Jalalabad. With his green eyes and red hair, he looked like an Irish rugby player.

As a trainee mujahid I had learnt some basic things, such as how to set off an explosive using a watch or a mobile phone. But with Assad Allah we used complicated mathematics and chemistry, and the work required intense concentration.

We learnt to make every explosive from scratch: black powder, RDX, tetryl, TNT, dynamite, C2, C3, C4, Semtex, nitroglycerine, and so on. We learnt how to construct each of these from everyday products: corn syrup, hair dye, lemons, pencils, sugar, coffee, Epsom salts, mothballs, batteries, matches, paint, cleaning products, bleach, brake fluid, fertiliser, sand – even my own urine.

We learnt how to blow up a train, cars and buildings. We talked a lot about aeroplanes: Semtex was easiest to get on board, because it was almost impossible to detect, but it was hard to obtain so we learnt about liquid explosives.

We needed to know what to do instinctively. So we rehearsed the formulas over and over again until we could repeat them in our sleep. And every Sunday Assad Allah gave us a test to make sure we knew it. There was no joking around in his class. Any one of us could have killed the entire group with a small mistake.

One day Assad Allah told us about an accident that had occurred during his own explosives training. His group was learning how to make nitroglycerine, and one of the brothers wasn’t paying attention. He let the materials get hotter than he should have.

Luckily, the trainer saw the thermometer. "It’s going to explode!" he shouted.

There was a sink full of ice right next to the trainee, and he should have poured the materials on that to cool it down. But instead he rushed towards the door with the liquid timebomb in his hands. Just as he got outside, the mixture exploded. It blew both his hands straight off and destroyed one of his eyes.

"Did the brother survive?" I had asked. "Yes," Assad Allah replied. "He lives in London now, and preaches in the mosques. His name is Abu Hamza." --------------------------- But rather than throw Hamza in jail, they put a police cordon around him so he could continue to recruit bombers and block traffic on the pavement outside the Finsbury Park mosque from which the Muslim Council of Britain had expelled him.

Rather than lock up Hamza, they tried to get a Muslim who was spying on him for MI5 killed by Hamza's henchmen. When he managed to escape his killers, they threw him out of the country.

---------------------------,,4137980-102274,00.html How I was betrayed by the British

Reda Hassaine risked his life infiltrating Islamic groups for police and MI5. But after two years service he was betrayed, he tells Jason Burke

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