I’ve spent the last couple of days mulling over names of
possible nominees to replace outgoing FBI Director Louis Freeh.
It’s going to be hard to find someone to duplicate his
fabled history of managerial competence, honesty and success.
I nominate…my seven-year-old.
I’m not too impressed with my son’s choice of friends.
But he has never included in his social circle a man like Special Agent
Hanssen, who’s charged with selling out his country and ending the lives
of more than one friendly intelligence agent.
Granted, my son Joshua is not long on organization. Walking
into his room is like wading through the Okefenokee Swamp.
But neither has he "misplaced" thousands of pages
of critical witness depositions crucial to the fair prosecution of two
criminal murder cases. Before wandering off for a snow cone, he would
probably have assigned the case to someone who would have provided the
McVeigh and Nicholls’ defense teams with the testimony of one witness in
particular, who challenged the government's official version of the Oklahoma
City tragedy..
Yes, Judge Maitsch and the juries would have been forced to
consider the possibility of a second bomber, even if that individual was
tied to a Middle East plot to get even with us for the Desert Storm
operation.
Chances are my son could have drawn more reliable likenesses
of John Does #2 and #3 than those released by the FBI artist.
And while Joshua has been known to destroy his surplus toys,
he would never destroy evidence. By the way, Mr. Freeh, whatever did become
of the surveillance tapes taken by those 6 to 10 video cameras in the
vicinity of the Murrah building at the time the bombs went off? Is it true
your secretary is named Rosemary Woods?
How could all those unedited tapes remain under lock and
key, long after all known accomplices to the destruction of the Murrah
Building have been convicted of the crime? Years of Freedom of Information
Act requests have gone unheeded…and as they say, one picture is worth a
thousand words. Are you afraid that videotape, aerial photographs and
seismographs don’t lie?
My seven-year-old doesn’t lie too much, anymore. So maybe
he wouldn’t make such a successful FBI director, after all.
But who knows? Under your masterful tutelage, Mr. Freeh, Joshua just
might surprise both of us.
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