ROAD TO TREASON
By Jeff Jacoby
The Boston Globe
December 13, 2001
It isn't the case that the parents of John Walker -- the Marin County child of privilege turned Taliban
terrorist -- never drew the line with their son.
True, they didn't do so when he was 14 and his consuming passion was collecting hip-hop CDs with
especially nasty lyrics.
And true, they didn't put their foot down when he announced at 16 that he was going to drop out of
Tamiscal High School -- the elite "alternative" school where students determined their own course of
study and only saw a teacher once a week.
And granted, they didn't interfere when he abruptly decided to become a Muslim after reading *The
Autobiography of Malcolm X,* grew a beard, and took to wearing long white robes and an oversized
skullcap. On the contrary: His father was "proud of John for pursuing an alternative course" and his
mother told friends that it was "good for a child to find a passion."
Nor did they object when he began spending more and more time at a local mosque and set about
trying to memorize the Koran.
Nor when he asked his parents to pay his way to Yemen so he could learn to speak "pure" Arabic.
Nor when they learned that his new circle of friends included gunmen who had been to Chechnya to
fight the Russians.
Nor when he headed to Pakistan to join a madrassah in a region known to be a stronghold of Islamist
extremists.
His parents also didn't balk when he went to fight in Afghanistan -- but that, at least, they didn't know
about: Walker hadn't told them. Perhaps by that point he had learned to take their consent for granted.
Only once, it seems, did Frank Lindh and Marilyn Walker actually deny their son something he
wanted. When he first adopted Islam and took the name Suleyman, they refused to use it and insisted on
calling him John. After all, he had been named for one of the giants of our time: John Lennon.
Their refusal must have amazed him. For as long as he could remember, his oh-so-progressive parents
had answered "Yes" to his every whim, indulged his every fancy, permitted -- even praised -- his every
passion. The only thing they insisted on was that nothing be insisted on. Nothing in his life was
important enough for his them to make an issue of: not his schooling, not his religion, not his appearance,
not even whether he stayed in America or moved -- while still a minor -- to a benighted Third World
oligarchy halfway around the world. Nothing. Except, of course, their right to call him by the name of
their favorite Beatle.
Devout practitioners of the self-obsessed nonjudgmentalism for which the Bay Area is renowned,
Lindh and Walker appear never to have rebuked their son or criticized his choices. In their world, there
were no absolutes, no fixed truths, no mandatory behavior, no thou-shalt-nots. If they had one
conviction, it was that all convictions are worthy -- that nothing is intolerable except intolerance.
But even in Marin County, there are times when children need to hear "No" and "Don't." They need
to know that there are limits they must respect and expectations they must try to live up to. If they
cannot find those limits and expectations at home, they are apt to look for them elsewhere. Newsweek
calls it "truly perplexing" that Walker, who "grew up in possibly the most liberal, tolerant place in America
. . . was drawn to the most illiberal, intolerant sect in Islam." There is nothing perplexing about it. He
craved standards and discipline. Mom and Dad didn't offer any. The Taliban did.
Even when it was clear that their son was sinking into Islamist fanaticism, they wouldn't pull back on
the reins. When Osama bin Laden's terrorists bombed the USS Cole and killed 17 American servicemen,
Walker e-mailed his father that the attack had been justified, since by docking the ship in Yemen, the
United States had committed "an act of war." Lindh now says that the message "raised my concerns" --
but that didn't stop him from wiring Walker another $1,200. After all, says Dad, "my days of molding
him were over." It isn't clear that they ever began.
It undoubtedly came as a jolt to his parents when Walker turned up at the fortress near Mazar-i-Sharif,
sporting an AK-47 and calling himself Abdul Hamid. But the revelation that their son had enlisted in Al
Qaeda and supported the Sept. 11 attacks brought no words of reproach -- or self-reproach -- to their
lips.
Walker deserved "a little kick in the butt" for keeping them in the dark about his plans, his father said,
but otherwise they just wanted to "give him a big hug." His mother, meanwhile, was quite sure that "if he
got involved with the Taliban he must have been brainwashed. . . . When you're young and
impressionable, it's easy to be led by charismatic people."
Yes, it is, and it's a pity that that didn't occur to her sooner. If she and Lindh had been less concerned
with flaunting their open-mindedness and more concerned with developing their son's moral judgment, he
wouldn't be where he is today. Walker is responsible for his own behavior and he will pay the price the
law requires. But his road to treason and jihad didn't begin in Afghanistan. It began in Marin County,
with parents who never said "No."
Was in an e-mail sent to me. I found it interesting and have to agree with the conclusion. He is certainly old enough to make his own decisions, now he should live with the consequences of them.
[ 12-28-2001: Message edited by: Maverick ]
