Alex Christoforou
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PETER HITCHENS: My secret meeting with mole at the heart of The Great Poison Gas Scandal.
I stood outside the safe house, in a road I cannot name, in a major European city I cannot identify, not sure what I might find inside. I had no way of being sure.
I had travelled a long distance by train to an address I had been given over an encrypted email.
I was nervous that the meeting might be some sort of trap. Leaks from inside arms verification organisations are very sensitive matters. Powerful people mind about them.
I wasn’t sure whether to be afraid of being followed, or to be worried about who might be waiting behind the anonymous door on a dark afternoon, far from home. I took all the amateurish precautions that I could think of.
As it happened, it was not a trap. Now, on carefully selected neutral ground, I was to meet a person who would confirm suspicions that had been growing in my mind over several years – that there is something rotten in the way that chemical weapons inspections are being conducted and reported. And that the world could be hurried into war on the basis of such inspections.
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Hitchens: “The whiff of political interference had begun as a faint unpleasant smell in the air and grown until it was an intolerable stench.”
You got that right.
Thank goodness there are still a handful of honest journalists like Hitchens left in the mainstream press. But they are a dying breed. I fear it’s only a small minority of us who take any notice more than momentarily.