Excerpts from the new book by Dave Gaubatz titled Muslim Mafia: Inside the Secret Underworld that’s Conspiring to Islamize America. More info in a previous post from WND on the book release.
David Marshall tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. He had a long drive to Washington from the Shenendoah Valley and a lot of time to think about what he was about to do.
What was he worried about? He had done the necessary prep work to appear Shariah-observant and as orthodox as possible. He’d taken the Shahada—the Muslim profession of faith—at a mosque where the Council on American-Islamic Relations maintained a booth. He’d altered his appearance to follow the example of the Muslim prophet Muhammad by growing a fistful-sized beard—sans mustache—and removing his gold jewelry, including his watch. (And if he needed a digital watch, he’d wear it on his right wrist to show he did everything opposite the Jews and Christians.)
As Interstate 66 stretched on ahead of him, Marshall practiced his Arabic greetings and phrases, rehearsing in his mind how he would respond in the office to various situations. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
If you’re introduced to a female employee, don’t try to shake her hand, he reminded himself. Just say “Assalamu alaikum, sister,” and put your hand over your heart.
If you say you plan to do something, no matter how minor the act, make sure you always preface it by saying “insha’Allah”—if Allah wills it. It’s never your will but Allah’s.
And if something good happens, be sure to praise Allah: “humdillah”—all thanks go to him.
He had to make a good first impression, gain their trust. This was his chance to secure an internship and penetrate the heart of the Hamas terrorist front group known as the Council on American-Islamic Relations. He was on his way to CAIR’s “First Annual Leadership and Empowerment Conference.” Another field researcher, acting as his scout while she volunteered at CAIR, had vouched for him, and he was registered to attend. Some of CAIR’s top executives would be there, and he hoped to get in their good graces.
He’d say he was a college student enrolled at Ferrum College in Virginia (though twenty-nine, he looked young enough to pass for one). He picked Ferrum because it was relatively unknown and wouldn’t draw much attention, and he was familiar with the town of Ferrum, having lived nearby—which made it easier to sound convincing. The first rule in conducting undercover operations is to stick as close to what you know in your cover story as possible. You don’t want to stray too far from what you’re familiar with in case you forget details about your assumed identity.
He’d also pretend to be a new convert to Islam—or a “revert” as his devout interlocutors would say, since they believe every human being is born free of sin and with a belief in Allah until their parents teach them otherwise.
But no sooner had he convinced himself he had a solid cover story than his plans nearly went awry.
While sitting among some thirty-five CAIR employees at the conference, the tiny button-cam he’d concealed in his shirt to spy on them popped off.
“It was the first day, and I was wearing that camera, and I had taped it up too much underneath my shirt. And when I stood up, the button popped off,” due to a lack of slack in the wires, Marshall recalls. “And there was the camera dangling out.”
He coughed, covered his chest, and calmly left the room as if to get some water. Instead, he made a beeline for the parking lot to remove the camera. He returned to his seat missing a button, but luckily no one noticed except for the other undercover field researcher.
There would be other close calls, but eventually, Marshall gained the trust of even CAIR’s then-director of operations, Khalid Iqbal, a militant Islamist, and earned a spot as an intern at CAIR’s office in Herndon, Virginia. He would even pray during the day with Iqbal at a radical Islamic think tank across the street from their office on Grove Street, site of a massive raid by federal agents after the 9/11 attacks.
Within two months of beginning working there, he got his big break—a transfer to CAIR’s national headquarters—thanks to the good word Iqbal put in for him.
His first day at the national office was in June of 2008, the start of a full-blown summer internship. It was a relatively short commute from his Dupont Circle flat to CAIR’s headquarters on New Jersey Avenue, almost in the shadow of the U.S. Capitol. And that was a precious good thing, because the less time he had to think about it, the better. He was anxious, and didn’t want to lose his nerve, didn’t want to blow it. CAIR is the locus of political power for the secret Muslim Brotherhood in America—the parent of Hamas, al-Qaida, and other terrorist groups—and he had a chance to expose its secrets from the inside.
He parked his 1993 Toyota Tercel, walked up to the security intercom at the entrance to CAIR’s three-story brick building, and announced himself as “Dawud,” the Arabic name for David. They were expecting him and buzzed him in, and he got right to work. So far, so good. He was officially inside the belly of the beast, inside the political command center for Hamas and the Muslim mafia in America.
Later that morning he found himself in the basement storage room tasked with organizing supplies. He looked around and found a treasure trove of boxes loaded with files. One was labeled “Nihad Awad,” the name of the executive director of CAIR. It contained various files and meeting notes. There also were several letters addressed to Awad from Saudi Arabia. Marshall tried to thumb through the files but was interrupted several times by people coming into the storage room. So he decided to wait another day to study the material in the boxes and evaluate their significance.
He could hardly believe his luck when one day the office manager asked interns to destroy whole boxes of documents in the basement with the commercial shredder. Other interns groaned, as it was a mundane task, and few elected to do it. That left Marshall virtually alone in the basement if he stepped up.
“Nobody wanted to shred—it was boring, you know, nobody liked to do it—so I was, like, ‘Ahh, I’ll do it,’” Marshall says. “And I would sometimes spend hours going through the boxes and putting together one box that was good stuff, and shredding the rest. And then at the end of the day I would just walk down there [to the basement], pick the good box up, and walk out of the building with it.”
Before long, he was routinely loading the trunk of his car with boxes of sensitive documents and delivering them into the custody of investigative project leader Dave Gaubatz who in turn stockpiled them at his offices in Richmond, Virginia.
CAIR’s leadership wasn’t the wiser. “There were a couple of times when people saw me walking out there with the box,” Marshall explains. “But they didn’t think anything of it because I had to set up tables for CAIR at the masjids (mosques) on Fridays,” part of his outreach duties. That required loading up and transporting a box full of brochures and pamphlets for the tables.
The hirsute “Dawud” blended in well at CAIR and drew little suspicion. He observed the afternoon prayers, bowing prostrate on the rugs CAIR laid out toward Mecca in the designated prayer room. He even went into the restroom beforehand and pretended to perform wudu, the elaborate Islamic ritual for washing before prayer, which includes snuffing water up the nostrils. (Muhammad believed the devil spends the night in the interior of the nose, and must be washed out each day.)
He made sure to abide by Islamic diet restrictions and eat only halal foods. He swore off cheeseburgers for lunch and always ate with his right hand, never his left, which the sacred texts say Muhammad reserved for toilet duties.
He also tried to stay out of political discussions, in spite of the historic presidential election. Whenever he was drawn into them, however, he was sure to always take a pro-Palestinian stance, criticizing the Republican administration for not formally recognizing Hamas as a legitimate government. At the same time, he counseled caution against Barack Obama, despite Obama’s overtures toward Muslims, noting Obama’s plans to send more troops to Afghanistan. Playing the role of the Salafi purist—the true believer—shored up his bona fides with the CAIR leadership and engendered greater trust.
Marshall’s nonthreatening persona also helped lower the guard of his counterintelligence targets. His countenance is kind, and he wears a calm, almost mellow demeanor that belies his imposing size. He is a thick-boned man with a fair complexion and large, round blue eyes framed by prominent zygomatic arches. His nature is so nonthreatening, in fact, that he appears at times guileless to those who don’t know better. Always helpful and respectful, he is the perfect candidate for undercover work, a natural-born spy.
As the weeks turned into months, he gained greater and greater access to CAIR’s inner circle. And some situations were so intimate they seemed surreal. For example, he found himself asked to share a hotel room with CAIR’s legislative director, Corey Saylor, during the Islamic Society of North America’s annual convention in Columbus, Ohio. He manned CAIR’s booth there with CAIR’s communications director, Ibrahim Hooper.
Hooper, in fact, grew so fond of Marshall that he volunteered to arrange a marriage for him.
“Ibrahim kept asking me about getting married. He said, ‘You know, Brother, you’re at that age. And when you’re ready, you need to talk to me. You know, I know people through the mosque,’” Marshall says. “And he was going to be my representative in marriage, because I was the only Muslim in my family.”
Marriage is a rigid affair in orthodox or Shariah Islam. There is no dating for the faithful and betrothals are decided for young couples and arranged through the mosque. Offering to help arrange a marriage for a brother or sister, as Hooper did, is among the highest compliments.
Back in Washington, Marshall posed for casual photographs with CAIR executives including Awad. He was a security guard at CAIR’s fundraising banquet. He even found himself praying elbow-to-elbow with U.S. Representative Keith Ellison—the nation’s first Muslim member of Congress and a de facto member of CAIR—during one Friday prayer attended by CAIR inside the U.S. Capitol.