"Gentlemen, I thought a lot about these days in prison, read a lot too - including works that helped get me to know you better and, I must admit, that also get me food for thought. J ' So I made my decision. Rather than walling me in silence, I want to ensure my own defense. I'll do it elsewhere, not in between my ideas to yours, but by using your own logic.
outset and though I do not recognize the jurisdiction of this court, I recognize my responsibility in all the attacks that you have bloody past twenty years, especially in the devastating attack of September 11, 2001 against New York and towers of Babel . That being so, I would remind you that since you, every time I chose to respond to violence with even greater violence, the seeds of hatred that each of the explosions that I have caused scattered on the surface the world belongs to you as they are mine.
Your responsibility in all that happened is thus at least as large as mine, and in this regard, I refer you to these words of French writer Georges Bernanos, who in his Letter to the English, wrote "It is in the interest of companies threatened that I invite them to see where the danger is not in the subversion of the Forces of Evil, but in corruption Forces of Good." So you accuse me of being the incarnation of evil.
Either. But you forget that it is you who created me. And sometimes twice a day. The first time when you had used against the communists in Afghanistan prior to sacrifice myself on the altar where you celebrate your victory over them in the cold war, another time when you finally being found in quite a sworn enemy to Following the defeat of communism, you had unconsciously called to sacrifice your wishes for your Manichean worldview, which would point that God can not exist without the devil.
Since then, armed with your rights and persuaded that you are making the work of God on Earth, you always pay in excess, placing your interests above those of all humanity dictate your terms to the world and humiliating those who do not "lucky" to be here. You agree that there was ample room for provocation.
Having thus sought to make me the evil foil to the heavenly Jerusalem that you are confident to incarnate on Earth, do not be surprised that I am come to personify the nemesis that echoes your hubris. And that's sacrificed after me once when I was your friend, you sacrifice me now a second time as an enemy.
Not that I'm complaining: me not yourself created twice, first as a friend, then as an enemy? The question remains why, in addition to allowing you to enjoy the exquisite taste of vengeance sated, my sacrifice this could serve you well. No doubt it served you first view your setbacks in Afghanistan, the quagmire in which, as formerly in Vietnam, you finally get bogged down.
Just as once in Vietnam, in effect you're looking for a way out that would have allowed you to shirk from what might happen to this country after your withdrawal. To do this, you must at all costs keep things in the state for some time, score and give the illusion of making some progress.
You hear and what you preserve, since Vietnam, you call a "decent interval" (nice euphemism!): Decent interval between the time of your withdrawal and when, having dropped your local allies, the Taliban would be taxed again . In this context, my symbolic neutralization was timely for you to hide your failure Afghan obvious.
After all, was it not to stalk me, you were gone to Afghanistan? Ultimately you gave me unearthed in Pakistan rather than Afghanistan and the soldiers who have flushed myself had been based in Virginia or California rather than Kabul or Bagram, detracted nothing obviously your apparent success, the American people, consumed by his thirst for revenge (thirst for justice, you might say), being impervious to such subtleties.
No doubt also that my sacrifice had become inevitable after this spring you will have Arab awareness of the decay of Arab dictatorships where you pressed so far, prompting you to open yourselves to the political Islam that you demonize so far and consider it an acceptable alternative to military regimes in place.
In this perspective, my disposal on the board on behalf of a demonization of Islam had become a political necessity, and I became, for me, the victim's atoning sacrifice that sealed your alliance with the Islamists Arab complexion with good which, building on your positive experience with their counterparts in power in Turkey, you took the time to language.
And too bad, is it not, if your allies among Europeans and Christians of the East had to bear the brunt of Islamization to the death of the Mediterranean basin. You may wonder why, knowing all this, and feeling the noose tighten around me, I still choose to leave you all the time - almost ten years! - You understand me, giving you a great victory on a silver platter.
You may be wondering why I had not committed suicide long before that, then retracting my body to me from you forever. The reason for this is that since September 11 that marked my apotheosis, but also my political death, my fight boiled down to this game of cat and mouse which I played with those who were hunting me.
My golden youth, had in fact kept a taste for the game But if you're players, you should know that as soon as we moved to a gaming table, the whole universe comes down this one has green carpet before me. Forgotten so after Sept. 11, imperialism, Zionism and the crusades that I fought: only now occupied my thoughts hunters who hunted me, and I imagined various ruses to escape them.
To be honest, I was hooked, and every day that goes by that I'm not caught up was a victory for me. But then, what would happen, given the small difference between my balance and your vast budget, has finally arrived. And now that you have neutralized, you may think I won. But let me disabuse you.
If you had bothered to learn to know us better, you would know that unlike you, we never developed a theory of defeat that would allow us to bend instead of break, then wait in the hope that the balance of power has changed. Such tactics we are actually completely unrelated, as are the notions of hope and despair that you maintain.
This means that, even crushed, we will never admit defeat. I ask you also not believe me. I refer instead to one of your own thinkers that I discovered in prison, and for whom the war is not so much a test of strength, a test of will. Is defeated, in fact writes the philosopher Carl Schmitt, as one who recognizes such, and as for me I can assure you that I have made followers do not acknowledge defeat.
Not that I think what I say here will make you tremble. The opposite would be true even. For if we confess we do not defeat you, you admit you do not sated. From the beginning, you had to stop the war: the English first, then to Indians, confederates, Spaniards, Filipinos, Germans, Japanese, Russians, Koreans, Cubans, to Vietnamese, the Grenadines, the Iranians, Iraqis, Afghans and others.
So much so that you will eventually bring the war that feeds you and you feed him to the rank of a perfect art. And in this connection, let me tell you what Lord Raglan, who commanded the British expeditionary force during the Crimean War, said one of his officers who, in more ways than one, you prefigured " This man is a great rider and he knows a lot about the art of war.
But he has no heart. It will be a sad day when our army will be commanded by officers like him who will know exactly what they do. It has a whiff of crime, is not it? " And now, tell me: you or me, professionals or amateurs, which is more criminal? "Novelist and specialist Anglo-Arab Islam and intelligence Born in Beirut in 1952, he shared his time between Turkey, France and Lebanon.
His publications include "Majnun and Layla (Sindbad-Actes Sud, 1982, with André Miquel)," The Boone System "(Albin Michel, 2002)," The Muezzin Kit Kat "(Albin Michel, 2004) and" Noon Moon Ash Wednesday "(Knopf, 2010). Percy Kemp Article published in the edition of 08.05.11 
outset and though I do not recognize the jurisdiction of this court, I recognize my responsibility in all the attacks that you have bloody past twenty years, especially in the devastating attack of September 11, 2001 against New York and towers of Babel . That being so, I would remind you that since you, every time I chose to respond to violence with even greater violence, the seeds of hatred that each of the explosions that I have caused scattered on the surface the world belongs to you as they are mine.
Your responsibility in all that happened is thus at least as large as mine, and in this regard, I refer you to these words of French writer Georges Bernanos, who in his Letter to the English, wrote "It is in the interest of companies threatened that I invite them to see where the danger is not in the subversion of the Forces of Evil, but in corruption Forces of Good." So you accuse me of being the incarnation of evil.
Either. But you forget that it is you who created me. And sometimes twice a day. The first time when you had used against the communists in Afghanistan prior to sacrifice myself on the altar where you celebrate your victory over them in the cold war, another time when you finally being found in quite a sworn enemy to Following the defeat of communism, you had unconsciously called to sacrifice your wishes for your Manichean worldview, which would point that God can not exist without the devil.
Since then, armed with your rights and persuaded that you are making the work of God on Earth, you always pay in excess, placing your interests above those of all humanity dictate your terms to the world and humiliating those who do not "lucky" to be here. You agree that there was ample room for provocation.
Having thus sought to make me the evil foil to the heavenly Jerusalem that you are confident to incarnate on Earth, do not be surprised that I am come to personify the nemesis that echoes your hubris. And that's sacrificed after me once when I was your friend, you sacrifice me now a second time as an enemy.
Not that I'm complaining: me not yourself created twice, first as a friend, then as an enemy? The question remains why, in addition to allowing you to enjoy the exquisite taste of vengeance sated, my sacrifice this could serve you well. No doubt it served you first view your setbacks in Afghanistan, the quagmire in which, as formerly in Vietnam, you finally get bogged down.
Just as once in Vietnam, in effect you're looking for a way out that would have allowed you to shirk from what might happen to this country after your withdrawal. To do this, you must at all costs keep things in the state for some time, score and give the illusion of making some progress.
You hear and what you preserve, since Vietnam, you call a "decent interval" (nice euphemism!): Decent interval between the time of your withdrawal and when, having dropped your local allies, the Taliban would be taxed again . In this context, my symbolic neutralization was timely for you to hide your failure Afghan obvious.
After all, was it not to stalk me, you were gone to Afghanistan? Ultimately you gave me unearthed in Pakistan rather than Afghanistan and the soldiers who have flushed myself had been based in Virginia or California rather than Kabul or Bagram, detracted nothing obviously your apparent success, the American people, consumed by his thirst for revenge (thirst for justice, you might say), being impervious to such subtleties.
No doubt also that my sacrifice had become inevitable after this spring you will have Arab awareness of the decay of Arab dictatorships where you pressed so far, prompting you to open yourselves to the political Islam that you demonize so far and consider it an acceptable alternative to military regimes in place.
In this perspective, my disposal on the board on behalf of a demonization of Islam had become a political necessity, and I became, for me, the victim's atoning sacrifice that sealed your alliance with the Islamists Arab complexion with good which, building on your positive experience with their counterparts in power in Turkey, you took the time to language.
And too bad, is it not, if your allies among Europeans and Christians of the East had to bear the brunt of Islamization to the death of the Mediterranean basin. You may wonder why, knowing all this, and feeling the noose tighten around me, I still choose to leave you all the time - almost ten years! - You understand me, giving you a great victory on a silver platter.
You may be wondering why I had not committed suicide long before that, then retracting my body to me from you forever. The reason for this is that since September 11 that marked my apotheosis, but also my political death, my fight boiled down to this game of cat and mouse which I played with those who were hunting me.
My golden youth, had in fact kept a taste for the game But if you're players, you should know that as soon as we moved to a gaming table, the whole universe comes down this one has green carpet before me. Forgotten so after Sept. 11, imperialism, Zionism and the crusades that I fought: only now occupied my thoughts hunters who hunted me, and I imagined various ruses to escape them.
To be honest, I was hooked, and every day that goes by that I'm not caught up was a victory for me. But then, what would happen, given the small difference between my balance and your vast budget, has finally arrived. And now that you have neutralized, you may think I won. But let me disabuse you.
If you had bothered to learn to know us better, you would know that unlike you, we never developed a theory of defeat that would allow us to bend instead of break, then wait in the hope that the balance of power has changed. Such tactics we are actually completely unrelated, as are the notions of hope and despair that you maintain.
This means that, even crushed, we will never admit defeat. I ask you also not believe me. I refer instead to one of your own thinkers that I discovered in prison, and for whom the war is not so much a test of strength, a test of will. Is defeated, in fact writes the philosopher Carl Schmitt, as one who recognizes such, and as for me I can assure you that I have made followers do not acknowledge defeat.
Not that I think what I say here will make you tremble. The opposite would be true even. For if we confess we do not defeat you, you admit you do not sated. From the beginning, you had to stop the war: the English first, then to Indians, confederates, Spaniards, Filipinos, Germans, Japanese, Russians, Koreans, Cubans, to Vietnamese, the Grenadines, the Iranians, Iraqis, Afghans and others.
So much so that you will eventually bring the war that feeds you and you feed him to the rank of a perfect art. And in this connection, let me tell you what Lord Raglan, who commanded the British expeditionary force during the Crimean War, said one of his officers who, in more ways than one, you prefigured " This man is a great rider and he knows a lot about the art of war.
But he has no heart. It will be a sad day when our army will be commanded by officers like him who will know exactly what they do. It has a whiff of crime, is not it? " And now, tell me: you or me, professionals or amateurs, which is more criminal? "Novelist and specialist Anglo-Arab Islam and intelligence Born in Beirut in 1952, he shared his time between Turkey, France and Lebanon.
His publications include "Majnun and Layla (Sindbad-Actes Sud, 1982, with André Miquel)," The Boone System "(Albin Michel, 2002)," The Muezzin Kit Kat "(Albin Michel, 2004) and" Noon Moon Ash Wednesday "(Knopf, 2010). Percy Kemp Article published in the edition of 08.05.11
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