TENSE FOX INTERVIEW: AHMADINEJAD DEFENDS 9/11 INSULTS
http://www.thefoxnation.com/ahmadinejad/2010/09/21/obama-team-doesnt-walk-out-ahmadinejads-un-speech
President Ahmedinejad Threatens U.S. With War 'Without Boundaries'
Iranian President Says Country Will Defend Its Nuclear Facilities
By THOMAS NAGORSKI, ABC News Managing Editor
Sept. 21, 2010
Obama Team Doesn't Walk Out on Ahmadinejad's U.N. Speech
Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmedinejad warned the Obama administration today that if Iran's nuclear facilities are attacked, the U.S. will face a war that "would know no boundaries."
The Iranian president, who is in New York for the annual meetings of the United Nations General Assembly, spoke at a breakfast meeting with reporters and editors at Manhattan's Warwick Hotel.
He said that Iran is on the brink of becoming a nuclear power, and warned Israel and the U.S. against attacking its nuclear facilities.
Asked about the possibility of a U.S.-supported Israeli air strike against Iran, the fiery Iranian leader said an attack would be considered an act of war, and suggested the U.S. is unprepared for the consequences. Such a war "would know no boundaries," Ahmedinejad said. "War is not just bombs."
http://pajamasmedia.com/claudiarosett/at-the-un-america-pays-ahmadinejad-plays/
At the UN, America Pays, Ahmadinejad Plays
September 24, 2010 - by Claudia Rosett
As long as America provides such toys as the United Nations, Iran’s Mahmoud Ahmadinejad might as well play with them — and this week, again, play he did.
Ahmadinejad has just treated himself to quite a week at the UN — speaking Tuesday at a planet-wide central planning “development” summit, and again on Thursday in the starting lineup of the General Assembly debate. He has used his UN access to Manhattan to dispense TV interviews, from ABC to CNN. He has hosted media gatherings and met with Secretary-General Ban Ki-Moon. Ahmadinejad created this year’s special stir by using the UN podium to peddle propaganda about the 9/11 Islamist attacks, telling the world that a majority of Americans believe that “some segments within the U.S. government orchestrated the attack to reverse the declining American economy and its grips on the Middle East in order to also save the Zionist regime.”
And at the UN, where Iran’s regime is in brazen violation of four Security Council sanctions resolutions on its nuclear program, officials have been falling all over themselves to make Ahmadinejad welcome. Friday’s Jerusalem Post carried a mind-bending story on “The ‘Zionist regime’ enters the UN’s Iranian underworld,” by an American reporter, Jordana Horn, who is accredited by the UN to cover this year’s General Assembly opening for the Jerusalem Post. Horn recounts how on Thursday she tried to attend an Ahmadinejad press conference — on UN premises. Let’s be clear about that: This was not at Ahmadinejad’s five-star hotel. This was on UN turf, where Iran’s regime so amply avails itself of the equal dignity accorded in theory to all nations. But in this case, Iran called the shots, and the UN fawned and scraped along. Horn was kicked out of the room, when Ahmadinejad’s security detail discovered she worked for the Jerusalem Post, a newspaper of the “Zionist entity.”
Meanwhile, the UN News Service — which is part of the UN, funded out of the UN budget, which is to say, paid for in substantial part by American taxpayers — has been cranking out press releases about Ahmadinejad. They take no account of the bloody, terror-based, sanctions-violating regime he represents. Instead, in lingo freighted with gravitas and respect, they report such items as: “Veto Power in Security Council must be scrapped, Iran’s leader says.” That’s the headline on a UN News Service press release summarizing Ahmadinejad’s speech, Sept. 11 conspiracy theories and all, to the General Assembly. The same UN News Service item concludes, straight-faced, “Mr. Ahmadinejad also said that Iran would host a conference next year to study both terrorism and the means to confront the problem.” (Gee, one has to wonder — will that include a roll-out of illicit Iranian nuclear weapons? Or perhaps some North Korean-engineered missile delivery systems?)
Who picks up the tab for the grand UN theater which hands Ahmadinejad this ample world stage? The UN actually has a bewildering multiplicity of budgets, which altogether have swollen to well over $20 billion, or roughly ten times the size of the UN’s “core” or regular budget. But how much each of the UN’s 192 member states kicks in for the core budget is a pretty good crude guide to how much each member state contributes overall. So let’s take a look at that.
For the 2009 “regular” UN budget, totaling $2.7 billion, America paid its usual 22% of the total, or the substantial sum of $598 million. Iran, with its rulers wallowing in some of the world’s biggest oil and gas reserves, paid dues totaling less than than 1/100th of America’s largesse, chipping in a meager $4.3 million.
As for Israel, whose reporters the UN is evidently willing at Iranian behest to exclude from press gatherings on UN premises, Israel with 1/10th the population of Iran, paid twice as much in dues, or $10.2 million. If you’d like a look at what what the rest of the UN gang pays, here’s the full roster — where you can ponder such disparities as the oil-rich despotism of Libya’s Qaddafi paying less than half the amount rendered up by miniature state of Luxembourg. All of this is dwarfed by the sums lavished on the UN by U.S. taxpayers — who, beyond the $598 million in core dues, shell out billions every year for the larger UN system (in which, as I keep trying to remind people, Iran sits on the governing boards of — to name just a few — UNICEF, the UN Environment Program, the World Food Program, and the UN’s flagship agency, the UN Development Program — as well as having acquired a seat earlier this year on the UN’s Commission on the Status of Women).
In this setup, Iran plays while America pays. Is this furthering the cause of world peace? You tell me.
http://www.jpost.com/Features/InThespotlight/Article.aspx?id=189145
The 'Zionist regime' enters the UN's Iranian underworld
By JORDANA HORN
09/24/2010 21:44
"'The Jerusalem Post?'" he said incredulously. "You have to leave. And you know why!"
Talkbacks (12)
NEW YORK – “Is the Ahmadinejad press conference really cancelled?” I asked the woman behind the Media Accreditation and Liaison Unit desk at the United Nations.
It was Thursday afternoon, and Ahmadinejad had just spoken to the General Assembly. A magazine journalist, Dave, and I had heard a rumor that the press conference was cancelled, but wanted to make sure.
“Yes, but it may just be postponed...we don’t know,” the MALU woman said. “But we can escort you to the press conference area downstairs.”
During the week of the United Nations' General Assembly, reporters have to follow a complicated kabuki of repeated security screenings and accreditations. Getting from point A to point B in the building, due to security blockades and delegate-only areas, generally requires a half-hour-long tour through the rest of the alphabet. And, unless you are in a press-approved area, most reporter movement around the UN needs to take place with a MALU escort – a sort of information chaperone, if you will, who is there to make sure no one gets cheeky. I mean, lost.
The escort showed us into an elevator, which quickly filled up with approximately 20 members of the Iranian press. Members of the Iranian press are generally conspicuous due to their near-uniform (pun intended) adaptation of the ‘Ahmadinejad dress code’: gray suit, white shirt, no tie.
“So do you think Ahmadinejad will give a statement?” Dave asked the crowd in the elevator.
A tall, smiling man with a camera laughed. “Weren’t you in the General Assembly? Do you think he needs to give more of a statement than that?” We arrived at our destination and the group piled out of the elevator. Assuming we were all going to the same place, we followed the Iranians.
Suddenly, our media escort was nowhere to be found, and we were being led through a labyrinth of a windowless, dimly lit, very off-the-beaten-track hallway. This was the land of the broom closets and the fuse boxes. Right, left, left, maybe another right.
We came into a room with a small television studio for UN TV. A quick survey of the room revealed that, at least on first glance, we were the only Western journalists present.
“He’s not with us,” one of the photographers said to the MALU handler, jerking his thumb at Dave.
“Sir, you will have to leave,” the MALU handler said to Dave. She looked me up and down. "You too." “Why? What’s going on?” “This is a press conference only for members of the Iranian media, and it’s time for you to go,” she said firmly.
“We’re not going,” Dave said. (Dave admits that he has a problem with authority.) “I’m sorry,” I said, leaping in to play good cop to Dave’s bad cop. “We were led here. We’re accredited members of the media.” Now, I realized, would probably not be the best time to divulge my employer. Making like I was gesturing toward my badge, I turned it around to face me. Subtle.
“You’re not in the Iranian media, and you have to leave.”
“But this is the United Nations!” Dave said. “I thought every nation is equal?” “Sir, do I have to get security to throw you two out? Because that’s what I’m going to do.” She took us each by our forearms. We shook her off.
“Okay, go ahead. Call security,” Dave said. He leaned closer me. “She’s not going to call security.”
“Is there someone else we can talk to?” I asked.
“Yes, she’s in charge,” the woman said, pointing to another woman.
I called her over and explained our situation. “Just stand over here and don’t draw attention to yourselves,” the second woman said firmly. Fine by us. Problem solved.
In came UN security, two beefy guys with handcuffs.
“There they are, officer,” the first media escort said triumphantly, pointing to us with the relish of a witch hunter in Salem, Massachusetts.
The guy looked at me. From the look in his eyes, he may have been thinking something along the lines of, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Before you take us, that woman over there said we’re fine to stay here,” I said. “Ask her.”
They did. She vouched for us. Security left.
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Now, at last, we were free to take in the “color” elements of the exclusive story we were about to get from our imminent proximity to the Iranian leader. We could note the wires hanging - ominously? - from the ceiling, or look at the two Iranian women with covered heads, busily texting on their cell phones in Farsi. There was a strange, unfamiliar sense of tension in the air among the Iranian journalists -- a far cry from the laid-back pre-press conference mode more common in the UN. Then again, most of those don’t take place in darkened rooms.
In the meantime, our clearly un-Iranian appearance was garnering attention, with or without us attempting to draw it to ourselves. We were on the receiving end of ample stares and glares from our non-colleagues.
The camera-toting journalist from the elevator came over to us. It was clear from his demeanor that he wasn’t going to bring up becoming Facebook friends.
“Where are you from?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m from New Jersey,” I responded. Which, technically, is true.
“You know that that’s not what I mean,” he said, starting to reach for my press pass around my neck.
How to respond? “The Zionist Entity,” I wondered? Or perhaps “The Zionist Regime”? I stepped away from his hand. “The Jerusalem Post.”
“THE JERUSALEM POST?” he responded, incredulously. “Well, YOU have to leave.” He leaned forward, somewhat menacingly. “And you KNOW why.”
“Do I?” I asked.
He walked away and started whispering to another reporter. The second reporter then walked over to another man in the requisite gray suit jacket and no tie, who looked over.
Sometimes, people don’t have to wear a nametag or badge for you to know who they are. And there was no ambiguity whatsoever, without introduction, that the guy approaching us now was part of the Ahmadinejad security detail. And clearly, I – a 5’2 Jewish woman from New Jersey – was a security risk.
“You have to go,” he said, wearing what Dave would later call ‘thug face.’ “You have to go right now.”
“She said we could stay,” I said, pointing at the woman across the room who clearly no longer wanted anything to do with us.
“We have every right to stay,” Dave said. “This is the United Nations. This is America.”
But this isn’t really America, I thought as the thuggy guy, hands on his hips, breathed heavily in my face. This is not America. This is the basement of a multinational complex, where a staggeringly high level of deference is being paid to the whims and fancies of a man being protested by hundreds outside. This is a place where the regular rules don’t matter, and where regulations and standards are easily trumped by fear and cowardice. This is an underworld. The woman came over. “I’m sorry,” she said to me. “They know who you are, and you have to leave.”
That’s the problem, I thought as I was escorted out. We all know who we are. We just don’t agree on who has to leave.
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