The Sibel Edmonds case against the FBI and the United States government is a very intriguing one. I certainly cannot determine the veracity of the charges Edmonds makes but they deserve (and will not receive) a transparent and thorough investigation. There are just too many inconsistencies present to simply toss Edmonds’ charges aside.

The following is a lengthy article (please stay with it) that raises important and valid questions about some very powerful political figures and institutions in this country. Questions that will likely never be answered because of those very same figures and institutions. After all, who investigates the FBI?
On my holiday wish list is a ‘rendering’ of John Ashcroft. Oh, the things we would learn. Not to push Al Franken’s book but would Ashcroft lie about his lies?

    An Inconvenient Patriot
    Vanity Fair – September 2005

    Love of country led Sibel Edmonds to become a translator for the F.B.I. following 9/11. But everything changed when she accused a colleague of covering up alleged illicit activity involving Turkish nationals. Fired after sounding the alarm, she’s now preparing a Supreme Court appeal­and threatening some very powerful people.

    In Washington, D.C., and its suburbs, December 2, 2001, was fine but cool, the start of the slide into winter after a spell of unseasonable warmth. At 10 o’clock that morning, Sibel and Matthew Edmonds were still in their pajamas, sipping coffee in the kitchen of their waterfront town house in Alexandria, Virginia, and looking forward to a well-deserved lazy Sunday.

    Since mid-September, nine days after the 9/11 attacks, Sibel had been exploiting her fluency in Turkish, Farsi, and Azerbaijani as a translator at the F.B.I. It was arduous, demanding work, and Edmonds­who had two bachelor’s degrees, was about to begin studying for a master’s, and had plans for a doctorate­could have been considered overqualified. But as a naturalized Turkish-American, she saw the job as her patriotic duty.

    The Edmondses’ thoughts were turning to brunch when Matthew answered the telephone. The caller was a woman he barely knew­Melek Can Dickerson, who worked with Sibel at the F.B.I. “I’m in the area with my husband and I’d love you to meet him,” Dickerson said. “Is it O.K. if we come by?” Taken by surprise, Sibel and Matthew hurried to shower and dress. Their guests arrived 30 minutes later. Matthew, a big man with a fuzz of gray beard, who at 60 was nearly twice the age of his petite, vivacious wife, showed them into the kitchen. They sat at a round, faux-marble table while Sibel brewed tea…

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