This is my last column — for awhile, anyway.
I’m taking some time off. I’ll be back writing on or around March 7,
I know. It’s going to be tough for many of you living without Between
the Lines for that long. You’ll just have to cope as best you can.
Where will I be? Well, many of you have written to me suggesting it’s
a bad idea, but I’ll be cruising to Mexico with Larry Klayman … and
Paula Jones … and Dolly Kyle Browning … and radio talk-show czarina
Blanquita Cullum … and a few others the Clinton administration has
declared “enemies.” That’s right. All on one big ship. Together.
A few have suggested this is not wise — at least not on a ship not
equipped with torpedoes and depth charges and plated with armor.
But I feel confident that we’ll be safe. I’ve always believed the
best way to protect yourself from attack by the forces of darkness is
out in the open — out in the light.
So, like a column I wrote back on Aug. 5, 1999,
when I was forced to travel to Arkansas to testify in an explosive and
politically charged defamation case brought by friends of the Clinton
clan, this commentary also serves as a kind of insurance policy.
I’m anticipating an uneventful trip — one that is relaxing, restful
But, if this cruise ship should find itself under attack from cruise
missiles, or if it should be attacked and hijacked by “terrorists,” or
if the captain should somehow find an iceberg to plow into in the warm
waters of the Pacific, then you’ll know. And you’ll let the world know.
Am I just being paranoid? Not at all. I never gave this cruise a
second thought as far as safety. But, it seems, every time I find myself
in the same room with people like Larry Klayman and Paula Jones, friends
worry about me. They tell me it’s a mistake. They suggest I should be
more careful. They ask questions about security.
Isn’t that weird? Isn’t this still America? Why is it that so many of
us suspect the very worst about the very highest officials in the land?
Why is there so much room for cynicism?
I suspect it’s because the “establishment press” has done such a
lousy job of investigating some of the most suspicious activity
surrounding this administration. The press demonstrates so little in the
way of curiosity about the still mysterious and totally unexplained
deaths of high officials such as Vincent Foster and Ron Brown.
Just mentioning those names is enough to evoke wails of derisive
laughter from some of my colleagues in the press.
“Ha, ha-ha! There he goes again,” they say. “Doesn’t Farah know that
Foster shot himself in a park? Doesn’t he know that Brown died in a
plane crash? What’s the matter with him? Is he some kind of nutty
What I do know after considerable research in these areas is that
Foster did not shoot himself in that park. In fact, he lay dead in that
park before his car ever got there, according to the sworn testimony of
an eyewitness, Patrick Knowlton, whose story has been covered up for far
too long. I also know that Brown may have been in a plane that crashed
in Croatia, but a hole found in his head has never been explained to the
satisfaction of many of the military forensics professionals involved in
And there are lots of other dark mysteries involving key figures
around Bill Clinton.
But what all those folks have in common — from Foster to Brown and
all the others — is that they never wrote a column like this. They
never went public with what they knew. They never drew a line in the
sand for hundreds of thousands — maybe millions — to see. They didn’t
take out the right kind of insurance policy.
So, I’m betting I’ll be back in a week or so. I’m betting Larry
Klayman will be back filing his lawsuits and battling the Clinton
administration in the courtroom. I’m betting Paula Jones will be back
trying to get justice. I’m betting Blanquita will be back on the radio
— informing us, entertaining us, challenging us.
We’ll be back — tanned, rested and ready to keep fighting the good
fight. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.