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Tue Sep 25 07:08:00 PDT 2001
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
When the FBI guys come knocking, it's the worst of times
By Riad Z. Abdelkarim
<http://www.dailynewslosangeles.com/opinions/articles/0901/25/lvew01.asp>
The ring at my doorbell that Sunday afternoon was
innocent enough. I set aside my laptop computer and my
half-eaten Chicken McNuggets and went to the door.
When I first peered out and saw two sharply dressed
men in business suits and dark sunglasses, I thought I
was being visited by a pair of friendly Jehovah's
Witnesses.
As I opened the door, however, it struck me that these
men were a bit older than the young men of faith who
usually canvassed the neighborhood.
Any lingering doubt about their identities was
immediately erased when the two men flashed their
badges and announced -- in true X-Files fashion --
that they were with the Federal Bureau of
Investigation.
"What can I do for you gentlemen?" I asked.
My initial puzzled reaction turned to concern when
they explained that they wanted to speak with me
"about the events of last Tuesday," obviously
referring to the horrible terrorist attacks against
the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.
I told them that I would be happy to speak with them
if they made an appointment to meet me later at the
local office of the Council on American-Islamic
Relations, where I served as a member of the board of
directors.
Although the agents were somewhat taken aback by my
request, they ultimately agreed. An appointment was
made for the following evening, but the agents never
appeared to interview me nor did they call to
reschedule the meeting.
The next morning, I awoke ill and asked that my clinic
patients be rescheduled before stepping out to pick up
some over-the-counter medication.
During this time, two other agents visited both my
home and work place. When the agents did not find me,
they warned my wife ominously that they "would keep
coming back."
I was finally able to reach one of the agents by
cellular phone, and I made an appointment to meet him
and his partner at a local coffee shop.
What ensued can best be described as a combination of
a fishing expedition and a scene from a
straight-to-video B-movie.
Holding a thin folder stamped "SECRET" in front of
them, the agents initially queried me about my
background. One of them stopped in mid-sentence to
change a question from "When did you come to the
U.S.?" to "Where were you born?"
They appeared somewhat surprised when I mentioned I
was born in Santa Monica, California, and had lived in
Southern California my entire life.
I was then quizzed about my political views with such
vague questions as "Are we the bad guys in this
thing?" I told the agents in no uncertain terms that
there could be no justification whatsoever for the
horrible terrorist attacks that had taken place.
Further, I informed them that my political views are
widely known because I frequently write commentaries
that are published in newspapers around the country.
In fact, in the days following the terrorist attacks,
my commentaries condemning the assaults and expressing
the shared grief and outrage of American Muslims had
appeared in newspapers in California, Texas,
Connecticut, Washington, D.C., New Jersey, and Madrid,
Spain.
The agents subsequently inquired about my numerous
affiliations with several prominent and widely
respected American Muslim advocacy and relief
organizations. At no time was I asked about any
specific individual, nor was I asked to identify any
suspects in photographs.
The interview's low point came when I asked why the
agents had gone to my clinic, when I had provided them
with a cellular telephone number at which I could be
reached.
Their answer spoke volumes about the aimlessness of
this investigation:
"When we learned that you were out sick, we thought
that our worst fears had been realized -- that you had
fled the country."
I could no longer restrain my laughter.
"Give me a break," I exclaimed incredulously.
To where would I flee? I am an American. I do not
possess nor do I desire any other citizenship.
By the end of the 75-minute ordeal, I was convinced
that the agents were not acting on any specific
information but were instead groping wildly for straws
in the dark.
I found this quite disheartening.
I harbor no ill will toward those agents who
interviewed me. I realize that they were just
following orders. Like other Americans who are Muslims
or of Arabic ethnicity, I earnestly support the FBI's
attempts to vigorously investigate this heinous
terrorist act and bring those responsible to justice.
What I do not appreciate is being singled out for
questioning merely because of my faith, my ethnicity
or my legitimate political activism.
As noted in a Christian Science Monitor editorial this
week, "to have FBI agents with no preparatory contact
knocking on the doors of Arab or Muslim citizens with
no clear ties to acts of crime is a sure way to
instill fear right where cooperation is most needed."
In legal parlance, this practice is referred to as
"profiling." In my book, it's just plain racism.
And it has no place in my country.
---
Riad Z. Abdelkarim is an American-born, -raised and
-educated physician active in the American Muslim
community. He lives in Southern California.
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