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Tuesday, Aug 30, 2011 1:14 AM UTC2011-08-30T01:14:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

“Blood in the Corners” by J. Robert Lennon

Gadhafi leaves town in a military vehicle outfitted during the 1986 U.S. standoff, complete with a Rubik's Cube

He is in a caravan, one of many identical military transports, on their way someplace, he doesn’t know where. The driver has stopped talking to him: radio silence. There has been a plan for some time now, since the Americans tried to kill him in ’86, that would bring him out through the tunnels, toward Buslim, and then south, in the event of war. But there is fighting in Buslim and so they have driven northwest along the coast, then inland again, and now they are not sure where to go, as the rebels have surrounded the houses and the airport, and this was never part of the plan, everything happening everywhere at once. They didn’t imagine it could happen so fast. They didn’t imagine the Arab Spring.

What they did imagine is that there might be a time when the Revolutionary Leader would have to ride alone for some hours in a windowless bulletproof chamber, and that’s where he is now. It is air-conditioned, and soundproof. There is a bed, where he sits, legs crossed, and a water cooler, and a glass-fronted bookcase, and an entertainment console complete with stereo and television. The bookcase, to his dismay, contains little to read: only the Koran and his own — he admits it, boring — writings. The Green Book? Please. He was barely 30 when he wrote the thing. The rest of the bookcase is filled with videocassettes.

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Thursday, Oct 20, 2011 2:47 PM UTC2011-10-20T14:47:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Eyewitness recounts Gadhafi’s death

Rebel fighter claims to have witnessed the Libyan dictator's final moments

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 (Credit: AP Photo/Sergei Grits, File)

This article originally appeared on GlobalPost.

SIRTE, Libya — Imad Moustaf, a rebel fighter, said he witnessed the capture and killing of toppled Libya leader Moammar Gadhafi Thursday in Sirte, the ruler’s hometown.

Global Post

Moustaf said Gadhafi had been shot in the head and close to the heart on the outskirts of the western roundabout of Sirte, where he was hiding in a hole surrounded by bodyguards. Moustaf claimed to have been in the ambulance with Gadhafi when he died. The BBC, who spoke to another Libyan rebel, also reported that Gadhafi had been hiding in a hole. The BBC also reported that Gadhafi yelled, “Don’t shoot,” before he was killed.

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Tuesday, Sep 6, 2011 12:01 PM UTC2011-09-06T12:01:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Gadhafi’s Hollywood ending

How the government and media transformed the Libyan leader's image from repentant bad boy to evil tyrant

Moammar Gadhafi, Hosni Mubarak

FILE - In this August 1990 file photo, during an emergency Arab League summit, Libyan leader Moammar Gadhafi, left, is driven by Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak, in Tahrir Square in Cairo. As rebels swarmed into Tripoli, Libya, late Sunday, Aug. 21, 2011, and Gadhafi's son and one-time heir apparent Seif al-Islam was arrested, Gadhafi's rule was all but over, even though some loyalists continued to resist. (AP Photo/Farouk Ibrahim, File) (Credit: AP)

Poor Moammar Gadhafi. Libya’s longtime leader, dubbed “the Mad Dog of the Middle East” by President Ronald Reagan over his support for terrorism, came in from the cold after Sept. 11 by collaborating with the CIA in the fight against al-Qaida and offering American firms access to his oil fields. Look what he got for his good behavior: the enmity of his people and uninvited strangers visiting his seaside villa.

Gadhafi had warmed American hearts in 2004 by normalizing relations with George W. Bush’s administration and falling hard for Condoleezza Rice. The colonel was still an SOB, but now he was our SOB.

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Ken Silverstein is a contributing editor at Harper’s magazine and an Open Society fellow. Research support for this article was provided by The Investigative Fund at The Nation Institute.  More Ken Silverstein

Tuesday, Aug 30, 2011 1:13 AM UTC2011-08-30T01:13:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

“Republic of Fear” by Shann Ray

As the dictator awaits his fate, he has one last person to terrify -- his grandson

“Young one, do you know what to call me?”

The old man nearly whispered the words, his mane of hair curled over his face, his head down and knees wrapped in his arms. The face now, the reporters proclaimed, had become the mask of a clown, long and drawn, darkened, mean. Gadhafi Deposed … Libyan Despot Desolated … Gadhafi Hunted … the news ticked in his head. But the ease with which he countered it amused him. I am the hunter, the colonel thought, they the hunted. He and the child were in a black box, a small space 10-by-10 in the middle of the city. From the seams where the wall met the ceiling, light pierced the room like lines of fire in the blackness. They’d been here seven days, undiscovered. His own secret cell, an encasement he’d made for himself long ago with 12-foot-deep concrete walls, hidden in the midst of all. Air vents, small propane cook stove, a bed, water, no nurse, no tent, nothing else now but the boy, and the body of the boy’s father in the corner of the room covered by a blanket. The boy’s father had died two days ago. No radio, no contact. The colonel hadn’t yet planned how or when he might emerge. Not now, he knew, but when, he didn’t know.

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Tuesday, Aug 30, 2011 1:12 AM UTC2011-08-30T01:12:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

“The Supreme Leader Dreams of Love” by Steve Almond

Oh, for the life he could have had with Condoleezza Rice!

For him, all resided in balance. Without balance, he could not be who he needed to be: Brother Leader, Guide of the Revolution, King of Kings.

The men around him — wise sycophants, pampered sons, fat generals with medals over their hearts — required this of him. They were sly and every moment relentless. They whispered slanders and bowed deeply. For each of his 42 years at the helm of liberty, it had been thus. And he had kept these forces aligned only by a scrupulous and continual application of his balance.

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Steve Almond's new book is the story collection "God Bless America."   More Steve Almond

Tuesday, Aug 30, 2011 1:10 AM UTC2011-08-30T01:10:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

“Solace” by Pauls Toutonghi

On the run in Misrata, the dictator comforts himself with chess -- and casual cruelty

Do you know when the phoenix comes to Misrata?

Every 500 years. That’s twice a millennium. Twice a millennium, the phoenix builds its nest of sticks and leaves and sun-baked mud, and then it burns itself — a terrible immolation. Five centuries. Six thousand moons. From flame, a new generation.

Golden, soot-streaked feathers; its wings twitch. The new bird rises up and in its talons, it carries the ashes of its father, sealed in an egg of myrrh — carries them to Heliopolis, the Egyptian City of the Sun, for burial. Every phoenix is buried in Heliopolis, that city of the sun in the desert — like every city in this part of the world is a city of the sun in the desert.

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Pauls Toutonghi is the author of the novels "Red Weather" and "Evel Knievel Days," which will be published in July by Random House/Crown.  More Pauls Toutonghi

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