Kibble – The New American Afghan Strategy in OBAMA’s War
I read today that one of the reasons that Afghanistan progress has slowed or reversed is because Americans and allies have failed to follow through on promises to insurgents that if they convert from supporting Taliban to aligning with the Afghan government they will receive certain rewards that I call kibble. They could receive 1) a paid job working for the government, and 2) a parcel of land. This sounds remotely familiar like 1) a mule and 2) forty acres.
He is expected to live on the American promise. Does this too sound remotely familiar? You will receive 1) affordable healthcare, 2) a job, and 3) you will pay for this as soon as we end the wars in the Middle East. Yes, right.
“Afghan promises to insurgents often empty
Incentives to fighters to switch sides are key to U.S. plan
By Griff Witte
Monday, December 14, 2009
JALALABAD, AFGHANISTAN -- His path marked by moonlight, with a Kalashnikov strapped to his back, Feda Mohammed hiked the well-worn trail through the mountains of Pakistan and into Afghanistan. He had traveled the route dozens of times before to attack U.S. soldiers. But this time, Mohammed was on a secret mission to surrender.
Lured to quit the insurgency by the government's promise of a job, land for his family and an end to the misery of fighting, Mohammed illustrated the hope of the top U.S. commander, Gen. Stanley A. McChrystal, for ultimately bringing about an end to the eight-year-old war. Programs to reintegrate former fighters into Afghan society, and perhaps even turn them against their brothers in the insurgency, are at the core of the Obama administration's new strategy.
Yet Mohammed's experience offers a cautionary tale: Four months after he gave himself up, the Afghan government has reneged on all its commitments, leaving him unemployed and his family of 10 with nowhere to live. Hunted by the Taliban and fearful of the U.S. military, he spends much of his time in hiding.
In a war in which everyone must pick a side, Mohammed regrets his choice.
"I'm stuck," he said one day last week, huddled beneath a tattered blanket to ward off the winter chill. "I don't know what to do. I don't know where to go."” [/q]