I did a short post recently about a British television program that focused on rising, and active, anti-Semitism in England. Certainly, some British politicians haven’t been shy about expressing their anti-Semitic feelings. Sadly, it seems that this type of anti-Semitic poison is also alive and well in the United States and, what’s worse, it infects our Justice Department and the FBI.
I say this because, in a letter to a federal sentencing magistrate, Debbie Schlussel writes convincingly about having been victimized by this type of institutional anti-Semitism. Her problem started when Robert Mustaq John, a Muslim immigrant to the United States, sent her a horrible email that contained pictures of Daniel Pearl in mid-decapitation, along with an explicit threat to kill her. It was a clearly criminal act, and one that terrified her — and continues to terrify her. If that wasn’t bad enough, though, Schlussel describes actively anti-Semitic FBI agents. And if that wasn’t enough to make a good American’s hair stand on end, when she finally got through the FBI, she faced a Justice Department so worried about the political ramifications of a case that might show that Islam is not a religion of peace but, rather, a religion of pieces (they cut Pearl’s body into 10), that they initially refused to prosecute:
My experience with this whole disturbing episode that never ends has been extremely negative on the so-called “Justice” side, as well.
It is bad enough that I was a victim of Mr. John, but I was also victimized by the Justice Department. After I received Mr. John’s death threat, I immediately called the Detroit office of the FBI. Instead of a swift investigation, I was stonewalled and mocked by two FBI agents–Robert Ouellet, the Special Agent originally assigned to the case, and his supervisor, Bill Edwards. Both of them belittled the threat and threatened me. Agent Ouellet–on his initial phone call to me–told me that his daughter didn’t like the women at a Jewish sorority and that the Jewish sorority girls at the University of Michigan, where his daughter was a student, are spoiled, haughty, and obnoxious. I was not sure why his anti-Semitism–on top of Mr. John’s threat–was expressed when he was supposed to be investigating an anti-Semitic death threat against me. In the months thereafter, he was too busy writing a book on our tax dime to investigate Mr. John. He told me that he, as an FBI agent, gets death threat every day and hung up on me. His supervisor, Agent Edwards threatened me not to write about my mistreatment on my website. He told me that Mr. John didn’t really mean it, and that I should just forget about it and not pursue it. Gee, why didn’t that excuse work for John Dillinger? Mr. John only “didn’t really mean it” when he got caught and interviewed by federal agents. Agent Edwards told me it would be too difficult to indict Mr. John because then heâ€™d [sic] have to pay to fly from New York to Detroit to be arraigned and Federal Marshals would have to accompany him. Not only was that a lie, but Iâ€”the victimâ€”have been victimized again [sic], as I am not a wealthy person, but paid to come here to pay tribute to this criminal with my presence to speak to you, Your Honor, at his sentencing.
Then, the U.S. Attorney’s office for the Eastern District of Michigan, decided not to pursue the case because politically correct U.S. Attorneys Jeffrey Collins ad, later, Stephen Murphy–a current Bush nominee to the Federal Court of Appeals did not want to upset the Islamic community. Is this what our “Justice” Department has become–an instrument of political correctness at the hands of the religion of the hijackers, the religion of the murderous beheaders of Daniel Pearl? My case would have died in the great American abyss, but for the fact that I spoke out about it on my website and in media forums. If I did not have a voice, Mr. John would remain without a criminal indictment, without a criminal record. During the almost four years that I have waited for justice against Mr. John, I’ve watched an extremist imam, Hassan Qazwini, who is an open supporter of terrorism and proud friend of Hezbollah spiritual leader Sheikh Mohammed Hussein Fadlallah, get swift justice against two non-Muslim e-mailers who sent far more benign e-mails to him than that which Mr. John sent me. I read articles about how Mr. Qazwini’s e-mailers had their homes raided by the FBI–one of them was a quadriplegic veteran–while Mr. John has been treated with kid gloves.
I watched and waited in 2004 as the men were swiftly indicted and pled guilty, while I had to whine and cajole and complain to deaf ears, finally getting justice years later because I had the fortune of getting a new FBI agent and dedicated Justice Department attorney finally working on the case and pursuing it. But even then, I first had to endure 9 months of rude questioning from an incompetent Justice Department attorney, Lisa Krigsten, who did nothing on the case and harassed me along with Detroit’s U.S. Attorney’s Office, asking me about my writings and questions at public events, critical of the U.S. Attorney’s softness for extremist Muslims. Ms. Krigsten had an FBI agent call and repeatedly question and harass me about these things, which are completely unrelated to Mr. John’s death threats against me. When a new Justice Department civil rights attorney–a competent one–finally picked up the slack, he told me that the U.S. Attorney’s Office in Detroit was using up all of the Grand Jury time to prevent this case from moving forward. It is bad enough that lawyers had to fly in from Washington to pursue this case that a politically-motivated U.S. Attorney’s Office in Detroit would not.
Schlussel’s story, which I have no reason right now to believe is false, should shock the conscience of every American who believes that our American law enforcement exists to investigate crimes, not categorize or castigate victims, and that justice is blind, and does not lollygag over cases that might have embarrassing political implications. And yes, I know it’s naive to believe all that to be true, at least in every instance, but it really is shocking to read about Schlussel’s travails, travails that read more like a Jew trying to find justice in 1934 Berlin, than an American trying to find justice in the 21st Century.
Hat tip: WHS