I do feel desperately sorry for al-Megrahi.
When I began looking at the Lockerbie case in detail, I assumed he was indeed a Libyan security officer, some sort of spy, a Gadaffi henchman, complicit in atrocities carried out by the Libyan government, all that sort of stuff. After all, it's so much easier to frame someone with a record. And then, he was travelling on a passport in a false name that day. What more could you want, as regards suspicion?
Except - the passport was legally issued to him by the Libyan passport office, to aid him in his negotiations for purchases required to circumvent the sanctions that were in place on Libya at the time. It wasn't much of a disguise. And he stayed in his usual hotel and frequented his usual haunts, and he was travelling with a friend who became his co-accused, who didn't even
have a false passport.
And he didn't do anything suspicious at all. He visited tradesmen, and bought goods, and had a meeting with people who wanted him to invest in their business. If he had stepped on a crack in the pavement, the investigation would have found out about it. They had nothing.
Still, I thought, JSO member, security operative, probably a nasty piece of work. I'm pretty mad we didn't get the right culprits, and completely fubared the investigation, but it's hardly on a par with jailing an innocent passer-by.
That was until Bunntamas started. The more I asked her to substantiate her reasons for believing Megrahi was guilty by presenting evidence linking him to the crime, the more she said that was irrelevant, he was a
bad guy!! So he must have done it. She produced the best she had, from her intimate knowledge of the case, to support her view that he was a bad guy.
There was nothing in it. No connection at all to any of the atrocities of the Gadaffi regime. No terrorist history. No history of bomb-making or explosives expertise. No connection to any other incidents. Nothing but baseless innuendo sprinkled with a bit of stuff that was obviously invented post-1991 by lowlifes trying to get in on a piece of the widely-publicised $4 million reward advertised by the DoJ for anyone who could provide evidence against either Megrahi or Fhimah (who were already indicted by then!).
Gradually, I have come to realise I have seen absolutely nothing at all to contradict Megrahi's own version of his life story or what he was doing on Malta that day.
John Ashton said:
The final reason for my near certaintly about Megrahi is my knowledge of the man himself. Who, then, is he if not the cartoon terrorist of contemporary mythology? Few have any idea: he opted not to give evidence at trial, and has barely spoken to the media. He was born in Tripoli in 1952, into poverty that was typical of the times in Libya. One of eight siblings, his family shared a house with two others, and his mother supplemented his father's customs officer's income by sewing for neighbours. As a young child he was plagued by chest problems, for which he received daily vitamin supplements at his Unesco-administered school. His main passion was football, which continues to absorb him.
After finishing school in 1970, he briefly trained as a marine engineer at Rumney Technical College in Cardiff, hoping to become a ship's captain or navigator. When his eyesight proved too poor, he dropped out and returned to Tripoli, where he trained as a flight dispatcher for the state-owned Libyan Arab Airlines (LAA). Having completed his training and gained his dispatcher's licence in the US, he was gradually promoted to head of operations at Tripoli airport. Keen to improve his education, he studied geography at the University of Benghazi. He came top in his year and was invited to join the teaching staff on the promise that he could study for a master's degree in climatology in the US. When the promise proved hollow, he opted to boost his salary by returning to LAA.
In 1986 he became a partner in a small company called ABH and was temporarily appointed LAA's head of airline security. The following year he became part-time coordinator of the Libyan Centre for Strategic Studies. His Scottish prosecutors aimed to prove that these roles were cover for his activities as a senior agent for the Libyan intelligence service, the JSO.
Megrahi maintains that his only involvement with the JSO came during his 12-month tenure as head of airline security when he was seconded to the organisation to oversee the training of some of its personnel for security positions within the airline. There is ample documentary evidence to support his claim that ABH was a legitimate trading company whose main business was the purchase of spares for LAA aircraft, often in breach of US sanctions. He admits that he sometimes travelled on a false passport, but insists that it was issued to give him cover for his sanctions-busting activities; unlike his true passport, it did not betray his airline background.
Megrahi says that it came as a complete surprise when, in November 1991, he and his former LAA colleague Lamin Fhimah were charged with the bombing (Fhimah was found not guilty).
http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2011/aug/18/lockerbie-bomber-megrahi-libyan-conflict
He seems to have been an ordinary guy on ordinary mundane business in Malta that day, and just happened to be checking in at the next counter to the flight the Lockerbie investigation had become convinced (on approximately bugger-all evidence) the bomb had travelled on.
He was indicted for the atrocity, and placed under house arrest for eight years. He lost his job. Libya suffered enormously from the UN sanctions that were put in place at that point to try to induce Gadaffi to extradite both accused, and finally Megrahi agreed to be tried for the murders. Some people warned him he was unlikely to get a fair trial, but others pointed out that there was no actual evidence against him, and they expected an acquittal.
In spite of the lack of evidence, the judges decided to convict. A lot of that was down to the incompetence of his defence advocate, who was frankly a complete pillock. And a lot was down to imponderables, such as the possible reluctance of the judges to brand the three-year Lockerbie investigation for the shambles it was, and admit that Libya had suffered under eight years of punitive sanctions, unjustly. To add more injury to injury, the pillock of a defence advocate appealled under the wrong grounds, and the first appeal was denied on a technicality.
He was chucked in jail in a country he had never even visited, in an alien culture and climate. He started trying to work for a second appeal. It took five years for him to be granted leave to appeal a second time, and another two years before the appeal came to court. Before it came to court he was diagnosed with aggressive prostate cancer.
The court set a long timetable for the appeal hearing, which took the verdict date to well beyond his then-estimated life expectancy. Desperate to return to his family and his native country, he agreed to drop the appeal which he had been told he would not live to see completed, in order to expedite this process. He continued to assert his innocence.
All and sundry vested interests promptly insisted that the dropping of the appeal was in fact an admission of guilt. He was vilified and monstered in the international press. His relatively muted welcome home, as the man who had sacrificed his freedom to end the sanctions, was spun into a picture of a blood-soaked terrorist being lauded for killing Americans.
He was given gold-star medical treatment, and improved. Repeated lies were spun about his living conditions (luxury mansion, Lamborghini sports car and so on), but he was with his family, and his condition had stabilised.
Then somebody decided to start a revolution, and he found himself on the losing side.
Now what? Nobody seems willing to leave the poor man alone and let him write his book and die in peace.
Megrahi aged 46, shortly before surrendering to Scottish custody.
http://plane-truth.com/Aoude/geocities/megrahi1998.jpg
Megrahi aged 57, after over ten years in jail for a crime he didn't commit.
http://www.independent.co.uk/multimedia/dynamic/00235/37grahemegetty_235884s.jpg
What have we done, here?
Rolfe.