Young Gaddafi and Chesnoff 311.
Marketplaces were jammed with shops but empty of goods. Enormous signboards bore
the nonsensical slogans of the even more illogical Green Book – the bible of
Muammar Gaddafi’s jamahiriya – state of the masses.
Walls were plastered
with enormous posters of “The Leader” wearing everything from gold-embroidered
imperial military uniforms to Arab ghalabiyas to designer ski suits.
was all more than slightly mad. Once when I drove from the Tunisian
border to the Libyan capital of Tripoli, I noticed that all the direction signs
on Libya’s main coastal highway had been blacked out: “It’s to confuse the
enemy,” my Libyan escort explained.
Still, nothing was weirder than going
to see the Leader himself.
MY FIRST visit to Gaddafi was in October 1986,
just a few months after US warplanes had bombed Tripoli in punishment for a
Libyan terrorist bombing of US troops in Germany. It was to be Gaddafi’s first
interview with an American newsman since the reprisal, and had been arranged by
the Libyan ambassador in Paris – my then-base for US News & World
Yet when I flew into Tripoli, I was immediately confined to my
hotel and not allowed out. “The Leader may summon us at any moment,” my Libyan
Over the next eight days, there was little to do but
take part in what fellow journalist Ruth Marshall once jokingly called “the bar
scene from Star Wars” – a nightly gathering in the posh lobby of the Al Kabir
Hotel which included assorted businessmen, foreign advisers and terrorists of
all stripes: IRA, Palestinian, Basque.
“Everyone’s waiting to see
Gaddafi,” explained a Damascus-based Kurdish rebel leader, who like the rest of
his fellow militants patiently awaited a chance to see Libya’s chief
Finally, on the ninth night, I was given five minutes’ notice,
then driven at high speed to the presidential palace – or what was left of it;
the US Air Force had made Gaddafi’s home a special target during its April raid.
Now Gaddafi insisted we do our interview amid the shattered glass and other
rubble that littered the bombed-out palace: “I want you to see what the US
president tried to do to me, how [Ronald] Reagan tried to kill
Gaddafi was still young then, trim and ruggedly handsome, without
the puffiness that marks him of late. He was engaging – if
illogical. Secretary of state George Schultz, he insisted, was “really an
Reagan “should be tried as a killer and a murderer and a
Gaddafi’s ultimate goal, he told me, was to unite all the Arab
nations. “Arab unity is a unification of Arab countries into states like the
United States. This is the role I am playing – a mixture of the roles of George
Washington and Abraham Lincoln.”
He then took me to see what was left of
the presidential bedroom where, he said, “Reagan thought I was sleeping” (he
wasn’t). Velvet paintings of lions adorned the wall, and his round maroon bed
featured a headboard with an enormous photo montage of the surf at Big
Just before I left, he suddenly told me Fidel Castro had become a
communist “under American pressure...I am not a communist, but I might
be obliged – just to nag America – to become a communist out of
We didn’t meet again until 1994. This time, he received me
at his heavily guarded Beduin tent encampment on the western outskirts of
Tripoli. The Leader was practicing soccer with some of his guards (male ones)
when I arrived.
The game over, Gaddafi, still looking trim and fit,
strode into his colorful tent. While a charcoal bonfire crackled outside, he
told me how grateful he was for my previous interview.
“Unlike a lot of
journalists,” he said. “You quoted my words just as I said them.”
he was optimistic about relations with Bill Clinton. Then the Leader continued
with his usual rants – finally telling me that his rule over Libya had “laid
down the threshold of the era of the masses. We have created a ‘great
man-made river’... a new wonder to be added to the wonders of the world. [But
the real] revolution starts now. We will lead the world toward a new era,
eliminating armies and bringing an end to the evils of traditional governments,
parties and classes. In their place we will establish a jamahiriya
state of the masses. Then and only then will a lasting peace be
Tragically for Libya, it’s nowhere near.The writer is
a prize-winning veteran of more than 40 years of global news work. He is former
Jerusalem correspondent for
Newsweek and executive editor of Newsweek
International, senior correspondent of
US News & World Report from 1985 to
2003 and is now a columnist for
The New York Daily News and
The Huffington Post,
where this article was first published.
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