Spot the superstar
Hassan M. Fattah, The New York Times correspondent who wrote this story about the burning anger among Britain’s Muslim fringes didn’t quite catch the aliases (or bother to let his readers know).
At Beeston’s Cross Flats Park, in the center of this now embattled town, Sanjay Dutt and his friends grappled Friday with why their friend Kakey, better known to the world as Shehzad Tanweer, had decided to become a suicide bomber.“He was sick of it all, all the injustice and the way the world is going about it,” Mr. Dutt, 22, said. “Why, for example, don’t they ever take a moment of silence for all the Iraqi kids who die?”
“It’s a double standard, that’s why,” answered a friend, who called himself Shahroukh, also 22, wearing a baseball cap and basketball jersey, sitting nearby. “I don’t approve of what he did, but I understand it. You get driven to something like this, it doesn’t just happen.” [NYT, links added]
In the long run, Hizb ut-Tahrir is scarier than the run-off-the-mill terrorist. The suicide bombers vanquished themselves and their victims in one inglorious burst of anger and hatred. But the khilafat-longing Hizb ut-Tahrir types proceed calmly, slowly, methodically. They’re networking, brainwashing, building a grassroots organization. Let’s hope that the “Shahroukh”s and “Sanjay”s stay away from them.