I’ve been tracking oligarchs initiatives for a while at the point where the philosophical rounds are chambered and the downrange point where they have an impact on the lives of millions as people guidelines. This has taken me from sites like Davos, Switzerland, to gang cities in Colombia where illegal aliens table Zodiacs bound for the Darién Gap and dozens of them just vanish.
I’ve even been tracking how USAID, the United States Agency for International Development, via a series of Organizations, has been running what amounts to a huge human trafficking operation across South America, through Central America, and right away through our borders. There is so much more to the world workings of this secret government organization than just President Trump is trying to hold accountable those concerned.
A Visit to USAID in Egypt
I just traveled from Davos to the opulent area on the Nile. I visited USAID’s Cairo department to see how it was responding to Trump’s subsequent order to reduce its actions, with its wicked activities dominating the news.
To visit USAID Egypt an company is misleading. It is a military-style substance.
In a small gate of the kind you see all over the world, my Iranian vehicle, Mohamed, and I walked up to the growth wall where security guards sat. They waved us through and raised the wall shoulder. ( I’ve discovered that entering government buildings, much like the World Economic Forum, is as simple as walking in. ) More often than you might think, safety just steps away. )
I told him to delay while I went in and chatted with USAID workers as Mohamed zigzagged through the suicide bomb barriers as we parked. I could not see any USAID banners. The structure featured devices and metal spikes adorning the walls of the fortress. I searched the periphery of the building for the doorway, taking movie as I went.
I found it as I lightly passed the surveillance watch as I entered and took a photo of the USAID inside. These another safety watch greeted me, asked if I had an appointment, and requested my identification. I said no and gave him my pilot’s license. He gave it back after a brief glance.
” What is your business”?
I was, I said, investigating the actions of USAID and, since I was in Cairo, wondered what they did here and how they were responding to President Trump’s professional purchase.
Anxious eye darted. The security guard whispered,” I don’t think I should speak to you”.
I told him he probably doesn’t next — at least no here on camera. Maybe he or one of his coworkers would like to speak with me away from the office?
” I may call my supervisor”.
It appears that USAID security was trained for every eventuality, aside from the one in which an American citizen shows up at a government agency ( which, by the way, is supposed to be the government equivalent of Samaritan’s Purse ) and poses obscene questions.
One of the two attendants offered to help me avoid overhearing the telephone conversation. A large number of people came and went through the hall as the security guard spoke slowly and irritably on the phone. They weren’t shut down for whatever they were doing these.
The security protect pressed me for my identifying once more after hanging up. I told him he’d seen it again and that was enough. From that, things started to go wrong. Intuition told me they wanted to detain me, but I immediately left the building, returned to the bus, and Mohamed and I departed.
I may state that I am a seasoned backpacker at this point. I’ve been in about 70 countries, all over the Middle East and some of the most unsafe parts of Africa, South America, and Central America. I was raised on others and was raised on a martial center, so I am more than a little familiar with NATO installations cover nuclear weapons, military safety, and war zones. I posted the tale on X, where it went viral, in case there were any more detaining attempt.  ,
A Minute Attend
A week later, I returned. I didn’t intend to enter the mixture this time because I was driving a Mercedes sedan. I merely wanted to stop by to check out a few things. Security, recognizing me, came over from beyond the bubble gate, stopped the car, and ordered my drivers and me to find out.
As an Egyptian national, Mohamed ( wisely ) did as he was told. I didn’t walk.
” Mohamed”, I said,” put me under the vehicle. You are only my drivers, and I, your British client, told you to push me these, got it”? All of this was accurate. He opened the door with a nod and locked it.
” You were taking video”! a security guard said reproachfully. Correct— but of zero that wasn’t on Google Earth.
Expectations for my card and phone followed, and I declined. For the uninitiated, your mobile is your relation to the free world, and surrendering your card means you don’t leave the country. Key officers in the Third World seize these as a first step toward an arrest. When in their hands, they may assault you at their leisure. In the meantime, you sweat. It’s one of the oldest and most potent ways to terrorize immigrants.
” You might be a terrorist”, one said.
” You think I’m a criminal? Actually? I am British poet, and my income dollars pay your income”.
” That is true, but —”, he said no more.
One of the surveillance personnel glared at the camera and veered off. Even if the violence charge was ridiculous, there was a silent acceptance that it would allow them to use me as they wanted, which was nothing.
I do, I said, allow them to discover my card at a distance to confirm my identification, something they already knew. I was required to leave the car and give up both of my card and smartphone once more. Some of them were clearly armed, but so far, no weapon had been unholstered.
“No.”
An extreme two-and-a-half-hour conflict followed.
They instructed Mohamed to pull me the 30 or so feet past the gate because it was futile to try to get me out of the vehicle and walk freely into the USAID element. He opted to smoke a cigarette away from me otherwise, as I had promised he would not do.
These were Iranian safety soldiers who worked for USAID, so it’s important to be aware of that. Rent-a-cops. They had no power outside the hospital. They were speaking with a representative from USAID who was giving instructions.
There is a routine to these things that is universal, and the older the officers you are dealing with, the less likely you are to have any of these issues. The social media savvy fresh weapons usually Google you, see you’ve been on British television, assume you are popular, and ask for a picture. However, you’re only a few quick steps away from a prison if the Russian FSB or the Chinese Ministry of State Security start moving you up the food chain.
In this case, items escalated immediately. Whoever was calling the pictures inside USAID called Cairo police and, nearer on their feet, the NSA, Egypt’s renowned secret police. The National Security Agency— often referred to as, unfortunately, Homeland Security — is the leader to the terrible SSIS: State Security Investigations Service, Egypt’s relative of the KGB. In fact, they provided NSA agencies with training, and the SSIS rebranded after the 2011 Arab Spring toppled Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak in the same way that the KGB resurrected as the FSB. Key police in authoritarian governments are a type of brotherhood that carries out illegal activities.
From the outset of the NSA agents ‘ appearance, one man was violent, trying, I think, to inspire an encounter. Once more, my passport and phone were problematic, and I once more declined to hand them over. As I held my phone tightly, he pushed it to my face to unlock it, but that was pointless. For this reason, I have never activated iPhone’s facial recognition feature, and I had no intention of giving him the old-fashioned code to unlock it.
When he left to consider next moves, I called the U. S. Embassy in Cairo. The man answering the call was unhelpful.
” Have they arrested you”? he asked.
“No.”
” Just drive away”.
This was a very American answer to a very un-American situation. Egyptian authorities had already indicated that they would fire on the car if we attempted to leave. I snorted, my circumstances as grim as they always were.
I was secretly recording everything I could while all of this was happening. I began shooting off the videos to my colleague Laurence Fox and others as the NSA man began to coddle up with the security guards who were increasingly encircling the car.
Cellular reception in the Third World is iffy at best, but Mohamed had, at the last minute, equipped the car with Wi-Fi. Silently, I prayed: Send! Send! Send! Sooner or later, they would inspect my phone. Hurriedly, I went into my photos app and deleted the offending videos and photos. They are now owned by Fox and others. Just in case whoever inspected the phone was tech-smart, I went to “recently deleted” and trashed them permanently.
I had three cards to play, none an infallible protection. The first was mystery. They lacked knowledge of what I had, what I had not seen, or what I had not said or done. The second was that I was a genuine U.S. citizen. Had I been, say, a Nigerian or an Egyptian, I wouldn’t have made it this far. All passports are not equal. And, finally, I was forcing the issue: I wouldn’t move until they charged me with a crime or let me go. This carried risks, but the alternatives were no better.
The older and smarter NSA men, who were USAID security had used the claim that I was a terrorist to hold me, never indulged in this fantasy. They were aware that I was a freelance writer with no weapons, and not since Stonewall Jackson have Presbyterians made it a habit to blow up things.
This accusation was quickly dropped in favor of another: espionage.
I freely admitted it to the NSA man:” Yes, I am spying. On my government, not yours” — a cheeky reply but one that clearly caused some consternation.
Do you have permission from the Egyptian government to take pictures of Egyptian government buildings? he asked.
” No”. He briefly looked triumphant. ” But I’m not taking photos of Egyptian government buildings. That”, I pointed in the direction of USAID, “is an American government building, and I am an American”.
Annoyed, he left again, pacing on the phone. Being charged with espionage is a terrifying prospect, but I knew it was problematic for them because it would be a tacit admission that there was more than pallets of rice and canned goods hidden behind the high spiked walls of USAID in Egypt.
Mohamed re-enter the Mercedes and locked the doors.
” You know”, I said to him,” the worst part of this might be the fact that I have to pee”.
” Me too”!
He left for a second cigarette before returning. The NSA, as if to be conciliatory, had given him an offer to relay to me:” They want you to enter the compound and go into their office and sign an’ incident report.'”
We exchanged knowing looks.
” Is it in Arabic”?
” I don’t know. I will ask”.
” If it’s in English”, I said, “I’ll read it. But I’m not entering the USAID compound. They can deliver it to my location.
He went to speak to them and returned. They advise that you go to their office and go over it there. They won’t let me translate for you because it is in Arabic. Only you can go”.
My reply was indelicate. Mohamed concurred:” Yes, I do not think you would come back”.
The NSA man once more sat at the sedan’s passenger door and demanded my phone once more. ” You can’t have it. But while I’m holding it, I’ll let you browse my photos and videos.
He waved over a not-so-plainclothed Cairo policeman, their tech guy, who looked exactly like Freddie Mercury in a leather jacket and aviators.
I held the phone while he examined the photos — of family, pyramids, feluccas, Tutankhamun artifacts, and other typically touristy stuff. He paused briefly on a Nile cruise belly dancer — this Freddie Mercury wasn’t gay — and then, just as I thought he might, he scrolled down to “recently deleted” for a final inspection. He indicated there was nothing when he turned to the NSA agent.
Shortly thereafter, the NSA man received a call from, I am reliably informed,” someone in a very high position”, and Freddie Mercury was sent over to my window:” USAID is closed today, and there is no one here. We are sorry, but you cannot visit today. Have a good day”.
Just like that, we were released.
But it wasn’t over. The secret police arrived at the car service the following day and questioned me. They lied to me and told me to leave the country, but they then interrogated Mohamed about his activities. Where did he go? With whom did he associate? What did he inform you of? In the end, the NSA rightly concluded that he was merely my driver, nothing more. The Mercedes was then thoroughly searched. What exactly they were hoping to discover is ambiguous.
What to Make of This
Safely out of the country, there are several takeaways from this incident. The first is that this is how an American intelligence agency acts, not a charitable arm. My previous visit, when I had obliterated their security with force but with their help, embarrassed the USAID security guards. This was, for them, a kind of payback. However, neither the NSA nor the Cairo police had any interest in that. Indeed, they treated USAID security contemptuously.
The second is that I was dealing with three different governments: the legitimate U.S. government that was being contacted by the naive person who called the U.S. Embassy, the Egyptian government that was being represented by Cairo police and the state security apparatus, and the shadow government that was being represented by whoever was inside USAID who was on the NSA’s speed dial. President Trump doesn’t yet have all his own people in place, and the deep state, as real as any branch of government, is deeply embedded. Nowhere in the corrupt USAID is this more accurate.
The third is the desperate attempts to get me inside the USAID compound. One had the feeling they were trying, to quote Fox, to” Jamal Khashoggi” me. Khashoggi, a Saudi journalist, entered a Saudi consulate in Istanbul of his own accord and was there murdered by his own government.
Finally, this was a monumentally stupid response. Had the USAID office, on my first visit, simply said something like,” Yeah, President Trump is slashing the USAID, and we are in the process of closing shop”, there would be no story here. But the fearful, reactionary response smells of corruption. This was the Streisand effect, which sparked inquiries from senior officials in our country:” What the hell is happening at USAID in Egypt?”
I will leave that question unanswered. However, it is impossible for the destruction of this rogue organization to occur soon enough given the conflict in Gaza, Trump’s plan to resettle Palestinians, and growing evidence that USAID has been funding both the US’s invasion by illegal aliens and the country’s collapse, as well as the need to end our nation.
