The New Yorker - USA (2021-03-08)

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(He denies this.) As the talks broke
down, Khairkhwa fled to the Pakistani
border town of Chaman. He was cap-
tured, put on a plane, bound and blind-
folded, and flown to the newly opened
prison at Guantánamo Bay. “The flight
was endless for me, a journey to Hell,”
he told me.
At Guantánamo, Khairkhwa said,
he was denied sleep, handcuffed to
chairs for hours, denied prompt med-
ical treatment, and subjected to months
of interrogation. There were occasional
moments of tenderness, as when a fe-
male military-police officer slipped
him earplugs, hidden in a roll of toi-
let paper, to help him sleep. Mostly it
was boring.
In prison, Khairkhwa insisted that
he was merely a bureaucrat in the Tal-
iban’s administration. American pros-
ecutors said that he was a military com-
mander, who had helped foment a
massacre of ethnic Hazara civilians—
but much of the evidence was classi-
fied. In 2009, President Barack Obama
gave a speech suggesting that cases
like Khairkhwa’s belonged in an un-
easy category: too innocent to charge,
too guilty to free.
Then, in 2014, an American soldier
appeared at his cell and told him that
he was being transferred to house ar-
rest in Qatar. He and four other Tali-
ban leaders were being swapped for
Bowe Bergdahl, an American soldier
who had been captured five years be-
fore. Khairkhwa didn’t know much
about Qatar, but his guards assured him
it was a Muslim country. As it turned
out, life was easy there; his wife and
children joined him, and he had an
apartment, all expenses paid by the Qa-
tari government.
Just as Khairkhwa settled in, he
was summoned again: he had been
chosen to be a negotiator on behalf
of the Taliban for an Afghan peace
settlement. Soon afterward, he met
for the first time with his American
counterparts—diplomats instead of
soldiers. “All of a sudden, I was ne-
gotiating with the same people who
had imprisoned me,” he said. “It is a
very strange feeling.”
In the current talks, American ob-
servers noted that the Talibs who had
been held in Guantánamo seemed to
struggle to stay focussed. “Their phys-

ghan people, in an election that was
open, at least notionally, to every adult
in the country. Why would an elected
President hand over power to a group
of unelected insurgents? “My power
rests on my legitimacy,” he said. “The
moment that legitimacy is gone, the
whole thing implodes.”

T


he negotiators gathered in Doha
at the Sharq hotel—a sprawling
beach resort, owned by the Ritz-Carl-
ton, with high-arched buildings set
alongside ornately tiled pools. It struck
some delegates as a peculiar place to
end a war. “You walk around the hotel
and people are swimming,” Koofi said.
“Women are walking around in bikinis.
And then you go inside a meeting room
to talk about the fate of the country.”
At first, the loathing between the
two sides was so intense that they bri-
dled at standing together in the same
room. “They wouldn’t even look at each
other,” a Qatari official told me. After
a couple of days, they sat down in a
conference room, but even then some
of the delegates found their anger dif-
ficult to contain. Three weeks earlier,
Taliban gunmen had killed the nephew
of Nader Nadery, one of the govern-
ment negotiators. Nadery himself had
been arrested and tortured by the Tal-
iban in the nineties, when he was a
student activist. “I can’t tell you how
badly I wanted to leave the talks,” he
told me. Another negotiator, Matin
Bek, had lost his father to a Taliban

attack ten years before; a third, Masoom
Stanekzai, had survived three attacks
in which bombs blew up his car.
The Taliban had their own griev-
ances. Among their negotiators was
Khairullah Khairkhwa, who helped
found the Taliban and served as an in-
terior minister in its government. In
the chaotic days after the U.S. began
attacking, in 2001, Khairkhwa negoti-
ated to become a C.I.A. informant.

businessman who meets often with se-
nior government officials told me that,
when Khalilzad reported that Trump
had ordered a pullout, Ghani should
have tried to win over his old friend.
Instead, the businessman said, “Ghani
went around town announcing his in-
tention to destroy him.” I noticed that
Ghani did not have a television in his
office; he prefers to read transcripts of
shows afterward. “He is delusional,” the
businessman said. “He has no idea what
the country thinks of him.”
Ghani was still hoping that Afghan-
istan would retain its place in the minds
of American policymakers. “All I need
from the U.S. is four or five videocon-
ferences a year,” he told me. But the
Americans have given every sign that
Afghanistan is no longer a major con-
sideration. U.S. officials now see Ghani
as an obstacle to a peace deal—wed-
ded to the status quo, which keeps troops
in the country and him in power. “Each
step of the way, he’s resisting,” the se-
nior American official said.
In 2018, the U.S. asked Ghani to ap-
point a negotiating team; it took two
years—and the announcement of a bil-
lion-dollar cut in American aid—for
him to complete the process. Before
the current talks began, he assembled
his negotiators for a historical seminar
on persistent conflicts. He walked them
through Colombia’s civil war, which
lasted fifty-two years; Nepal’s, which
lasted ten; and Sri Lanka’s, which
dragged on for twenty-five. Ghani’s
message was that long wars take a long
time to end. When talks were con-
vened to end the Vietnam War, he
noted, it took nearly three months just
to agree on the shape of the negotiat-
ing table. Whatever pressure his ne-
gotiators felt—from the Americans or
from the Taliban—ought to be resisted,
he said, instructing them, “Don’t bring
home a bad deal.”
According to U.S. officials, the most
favorable outcome of the talks is a cease-
fire and an agreement to form a tran-
sitional government, with power shared
between the Taliban and the existing
Afghan government. The transitional
government would write a new consti-
tution and lay the groundwork for na-
tionwide elections.
Ghani insists that compromise is
dangerous. He was chosen by the Af-

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