It's interesting how stories this juicy can become what are technically referred to as "yawners" in the journalism business.
The story of Charles Taylor starts off remarkably like that of Eddie Murphy's character in Coming to America. After a well-rounded liberal education in Boston area schools Charles was well on his way to becoming just another Massachusetts moderate when the hand of fate intervened.
The hand of fate in this case was the hand of Taylor's CIA handler, who thought Taylor might just be the kind of up-and-coming go-getter who might be helpful in doing God's work on the dark continent.
Taylor returned to Liberia and worked his way into the political elite. Not content with his CIA stipend he found himself on the run accused of embezzling millions of dollars from his impoverished country.
He found himself back in Boston where authorities locked him up pending extradition. He then masterminded the first ever successful escape from the Plymouth House of Correction, an escape he now claims was arranged by his CIA sponsors.
Returning again to Africa he pal'd up with the late Monster of the Maghreb to train a rebel army which he would use to overthrow the government of Liberia. From this point on he was working both for the CIA and Gadaffi simultaneously.
There followed one of the most vicious civil wars in history which took at least a quarter million lives in Sierra Leone and Liberia, and which was rampant with the most lurid human rights violations.
Child rape, child murder, cannibalism, hacking childrens' limbs off in front of their parents; it was all in a days work for our man in Africa. Sure enough, both the US and Gadaffi had put their money on a winning horse. In 1997 Taylor, still on the CIA payroll, became president of Liberia.
Today he's sitting in a cell in The Hague, in a trial that doesn't generate a lot of headlines on this side of the Atlantic.
Which is a shame, because it's a very compelling story.
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