Maureen Dowd: Saudis’ medieval barbarity is enabled by US Faustian pact
The Saudis need the US more than the US needs them. Yet they continue to be coddled
I was having dinner here once with a Saudi muck-a-muck. Midway through the interview, he passed an oblong velvet box across the table. Inside I found an expensive piece of jewellery. I began laughing and explained that I was a reporter and could not take such baubles. The Saudi said he understood. About 10 minutes later, I felt a knocking against my knee under the table. It was the oblong box, offered more covertly.
The Saudis are experts on emoluments. If you don’t take their favours one way, they find another way to try to co-opt you. Hollywood, Silicon Valley, presidential libraries and foundations, politically connected private equity groups, PR firms, think tanks, universities and Trump family enterprises are awash in Arab money. The Saudis satisfy American greed, deftly playing their role as dollar signs in robes.
Donald Trump, who may be the only person more fond of lavish displays of arriviste gilt than the Saudis, is bedazzled by a Saudi pledge to buy billions worth of US weapons, just as he was flattered by the Saudi sword dance and weird luminescent orb seance on his visit to the kingdom.
Even before the bloodcurdling execution of Jamal Khashoggi for his just criticism of Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman, it was clear that the chump Trump and jejune Jared had bet their entire Middle East strategy on a chillingly autocratic and reckless person.
Even as we hailed the Saudis as our partners in fighting terrorism, they were nurturing the monsters who would come for us.
The prince was easing up on the draconian restrictions on women to get a gloss as a liberal visionary. But he was simultaneously jailing female activists, imprisoning and torturing royals and top businessmen and making the US an accomplice in a grotesque war in Yemen, dropping bombs supplied by the US with little care about whether civilians died, including in an attack on a school bus that killed dozens of children. This, as the self-styled children’s advocate Ivanka was out on the town, talking about the fabulous “deliverables” she and Jared were bringing to their BFFs in Riyadh.
The Saudis blithely assume abhorrence at their inhumane behaviour – from beheadings to forcing teenage girls without headscarves back into a burning school to die, as religious police did in Mecca in 2002, to the brazen murder of Khashoggi, a Washington Post columnist – can be lubricated away with oil and money.
And why shouldn’t they? Our alliance with the Saudis has always been poisoned by cynical bargains. After the oil boom of the late 1970s, Islamic clerics were enraged at the hedonistic behaviour of the royals. In order to continue with their hypocritical lifestyle, the royals offered cultural freedom and women’s rights as a sop to the fundamentalists, allowing anti-western clerics and madrassas to flourish and giving a free pass to those who bankrolled terrorism.
Even as we hailed the Saudis as our partners in fighting terrorism, they were nurturing the monsters who would come for us. Seventeen years before the psychotic Saudi hit squad travelled to Istanbul to dismember Khashoggi while he was still alive, another psychotic Saudi hit squad travelled to the US to turn planes packed with passengers into bombs.
Osama bin Laden and 15 of the 19 hijackers on 9/11 were Saudis. The Saudi royals repeatedly stymied US efforts to crack down on al-Qaeda in the years before 9/11. But they remained our dear friends. W’s White House allowed Prince Bandar – the dean of the Washington diplomatic corps was so close to the Bush family that his nickname was “Bandar Bush” – to spirit Bin Laden’s family members and other wealthy Saudis out of the US on jets after the twin towers fell. Bandar entertained and influenced pols and journalists with cigars and cognac in the reassembled British pub he had transported to his $135 million Aspen mansion, and with hunting jaunts at his estate in England’s Wychwood.
The clerics branded the drivers 'whores' and 'harlots'. They received death threats and lost their jobs
Even Barack Obama, who had no love lost for the Saudis, refused for eight years to release a classified document from 2002 detailing contacts between Saudi officials and some of the 9/11 hijackers, including checks from Saudi royals to operatives in contact with the hijackers and a connection between a Bandar employee and an al-Qaeda militant. (Bandar’s wife, Princess Haifa, wrote charitable checks that ended up in the hands of two hijackers.)
Our Faustian deal was this: as long as the Saudis kept our oil prices low, bought our fighter jets, housed our fleets and drones and gave us cover in the region, they could keep their country proudly medieval. It was accepted wisdom that it was futile to press the Saudis on the feudal, the degradation of women and human rights atrocities, because it would just make them dig in their heels. Even Hillary Clinton, as secretary of state, never made an impassioned Beijing-style speech about women in Saudi Arabia being obliterated under a black tarp.
During the first Gulf War, fought in part to protect the Saudis from an encroaching Saddam, a group of Saudi women – artists and academics – got excited by the presence of American female soldiers and went for a joy ride. The clerics branded the drivers “whores” and “harlots”. They received death threats and lost their jobs. Driving by women, banned by custom, was made illegal.
The US was mute. The government did not even fight for the right of its female soldiers protecting Saudi Arabia to refuse the Saudi directive to wear an abaya and headscarf when off the base. The Saudis need us more than we need them. We now produce more oil than they do. And yet we continue to coddle them and shield them from responsibility for their barbaric ways. Because, after all, the press is the Enemy of the People, deserving a body slam. And the Saudis are our dear friends, deserving bows, hugs and kisses.