Bone Bites Back
James Bone, who's covered the UN since 1988 for the Times of London, didn't take too warmly to the temper tantrum Kofi Annan pitched his way last week. After calling Bone "cheeky," Annan went on to say, most undiplomatically:
In today's Opinion Journal, Bone details the case -- and it stinks:
h/t Memeorandum
“Hold on. Listen, James Bone. You have been behaving like an overgrown schoolboy in this room for many, many months and years. You are an embarrassment to your colleagues and to your profession. Please stop misbehaving, and please let’s move on to a more serious subject.”The "less serious" subject Bone was pursuing, and had been pursuing for a few months, was what happened to the Mercedes Benz Annan's son Kojo falsely purchased in his father's name, reaping over $20,000 in savings as a result.
In today's Opinion Journal, Bone details the case -- and it stinks:
Mr. Volcker's investigators found a memo on the computer of Mr. Annan's personal assistant asking him to authorize a letter to Mercedes. "Sir, Kojo asked me to send the attached letter re: the car he is trying to purchase under your name. The company is requesting a letter be sent from the U.N. Kojo said it could be signed by anyone from your office. May I ask Lamin to sign it?" the assistant wrote.So, Kofi, where's the car?
Neither Kofi Annan, his aide Lamin Sise, nor his assistant, Wagaye Assebe, can recall what happened, and the original documents have disappeared--but somehow the Mercedes was purchased with the diplomatic discount anyway. Abdoulie Janneh, the U.N. official who arranged the tax exemption in Ghana was recently promoted to U.N. under-secretary-general, in charge of the Economic Commission for Africa.
Amid the clutter of unanswered questions, one query has the virtue of simplicity: Where is the car? I have been asking this for weeks at the U.N.'s daily briefing. It was this question that triggered Kofi Annan's outburst. He clearly wants me to shut up. I'm afraid, Mr. Secretary-General, that would be the wrong thing for me to do. Every schoolboy knows that.
h/t Memeorandum
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