The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

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wasn’t involved in any affairs of the state. After the May 1 celebrations, Taraki didn’t invite him tovisit any more.Were Karmal Babrak a regular bureaucrat, he might have liked such a situation. He couldjust sit in his cavernous office, give commands to sleepy subordinates, and respond to interviewrequests from Afghan and foreign journalists. He could also use his “administrative resources” toenrich himself, as many others did. He could acquire funds through trusted sources for investmentin businesses. He could have arranged beneficial positions for friends and relatives—why not?But Babrak Karmal never was and would never become a bureaucrat. He was aprofessional revolutionary. He was not interested in material wealth. He needed action. He wantedto address and agitate crowds of many thousands. He knew that once he voiced an idea from hispodium, it would immediately turn into something tangible. People would be indignant or excited.People would do what he told them to do. Karmal subsisted on action. He was going crazy fromsitting at his desk doing nothing.It seemed to him that Taraki had completely forgotten about him. What happened? IsTaraki still in a state of euphoria from the recent victory? Has that joy driven him into prolongeddrunkenness? Perhaps he is simply ill? However, Karmal sensed something considerably worse.Taraki was waiting for the right time to deliver a decisive blow against Parcham. Babrak couldforesee the beginning of a major campaign that would push him and his comrades out of thepolitical life of the country.Sitting in his huge, unfriendly office and looking at his silent telephones, Karmal thoughtunhappy thoughts. Surely Taraki was aware of the growing dissatisfaction among the Parchamis,who by now were being expelled from the armed forces and the state apparatus. Most likely,Taraki has received reports that these people have come to me, their leader, demanding that I154

organize and lead another, “truly socialist,” revolution, the goal of which would be the eliminationof the Khalqis. But if I decide to do something like this, the new uprising would most probably fail,and my friends and allies would be executed. Soviet comrades will perceive my friends and me asa mad gang of traitors, who oppose the socialist development of Afghanistan. It seems that I havebeen transferred from one prison to another. Yes—now I am a bird in a golden cage. It would havebeen better for me to stay in Daoud’s prison. It would have been better for me to have been shot.Then I would have become a hero of the people, a shaheed who died for the happiness of Afghans.Who am I now?Once, Nur Ahmad Nur, who had just been appointed as the minister of the interior, stoppedby Karmal’s office with a list of candidates for the top positions in his ministry. Karmal read thedocument attentively and asked several questions. Having received Nur’s detailed explanations, heagreed with him.The list consisted of representatives of the past regime, mostly criminologists, technicalspecialists, and administrative assistants. There were several people there who had directconnections with the major feudal lords and tribal leaders. The list consisted of an equaldistribution of Khalqis and Parchamis. Karmal wrote his resolution on the list: “Agree.”Then Nur took the document to Taraki to obtain his signature. Taraki looked at the list and,without saying a word about the candidates, told the minister to consult on the matter withComrade Hafizullah Amin. Nur Ahmad Nur, not trying to hide his irritation, challenged Taraki.“Why should the minister of foreign affairs deal with appointments in the Ministry of theInterior?”Taraki smiled, looked at Nur, and responded, “Well, son, you know as well as I do thatComrade Amin was the head of the underground organization of army and police officers before155

wasn’t involved in any affairs of the state. After the May 1 celebrations, Taraki didn’t invite him <strong>to</strong>visit any more.Were Karmal Babrak a regular bureaucrat, he might have liked such a situation. He couldjust sit in his cavernous office, give commands <strong>to</strong> sleepy subordinates, and respond <strong>to</strong> interviewrequests from Afghan and foreign journalists. He could also use his “administrative resources” <strong>to</strong>enrich himself, as many others did. He could acquire funds through trusted sources for investmentin businesses. He could have arranged beneficial positions for friends and relatives—why not?But Babrak Karmal never was and would never become a bureaucrat. He was aprofessional revolutionary. He was not interested in material wealth. He needed action. He wanted<strong>to</strong> address and agitate crowds of many thousands. He knew that once he voiced an idea from hispodium, it would immediately turn in<strong>to</strong> something tangible. People would be indignant or excited.People would do what he <strong>to</strong>ld them <strong>to</strong> do. Karmal subsisted on action. He was going crazy fromsitting at his desk doing nothing.It seemed <strong>to</strong> him that Taraki had completely forgotten about him. What happened? IsTaraki still in a state of euphoria from the recent vic<strong>to</strong>ry? Has that joy driven him in<strong>to</strong> prolongeddrunkenness? Perhaps he is simply ill? However, Karmal sensed something considerably worse.Taraki was waiting for the right time <strong>to</strong> deliver a decisive blow against Parcham. Babrak couldforesee the beginning of a major campaign that would push him and his comrades out of thepolitical life of the country.Sitting in his huge, unfriendly office and looking at his silent telephones, Karmal thoughtunhappy thoughts. Surely Taraki was aware of the growing dissatisfaction among the Parchamis,who by now were being expelled from the armed forces and the state apparatus. Most likely,Taraki has received reports that these people have come <strong>to</strong> me, their leader, demanding that I154

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