Appendix 3 – KARATE BOB, LUBBERS AND THE MUSLIM BOMB
Note: This article was translated from the Dutch internet site Kleintje Muurkrant under the original title “Lubbers en de Muzelmannenbom“; no author was mentioned. It appeared in 12 instalments from September 7 to October 18, 2005 and was first printed in English as appendix nr. 2 in the novel Operation Twins II to supplement the appendices 8, 9 and 10 in Operation Twins I, in which Karate Bob (alias for Slobodan R. Mitric) urges the then Dutch Prime Minister Lubbers to finally live up to their million dollars contract, mentioned in The Golden Tip and in detail below. The name of the intermediary between Karate Bob and Lubbers, who was designated in Operation Twins I only by G. van H. and in the original Dutch internet version of this series of articles by a certain X, is here, on the authority of Slobodan Mitric, revealed for the first time: it is Van Hulst, former head of the Dutch BVD (National Security Service), which in 2002 became the AIVD (General Intelligence and Security Service).
I
It caused but a wrinkle in the [Dutch] mainstream media: Lubbers pronouncement on August 9 of this year [2005] that the CIA was informed from the beginning of the activities of the Pakistani metallurgical engineer Abdul Qadeer Khan, the father of the Pakistani nuclear bomb. And that the Agency preferred him to let him go his way. Supposedly to be able to map its network. Bullshit of course, but never mind. After a couple of members of the [Dutch Prime Minister] Balkenende gang declared the ex-premier more or less whoopee, and Lubbers himself did not come up with more details, the story disappeared into the archives. In spite of the fact that Ruud’s story, to which Krista van Velzen from the [Dutch] Parliament had already given a prelude, had a formidable impact. We felt ourselves in fact nicely ´blubberd´ and not for the first time either.
We have, as it happens, already referred more often to another nuclear affair with which the womaniser from Kralingen [a suburb of Rotterdam] has had to do in his political career. In that context he got visit at home from two gentlemen on the evening of January 18, 1985. One of them he knew well. That was Jos Kieboom, his own consultant. He did not know the other one. It was a Rotterdammer, who was acting as an intermediary for the detained Slobodan Mitric, alias Karate Bob. The latter had in the various state institutions, where he was detained in the eighties, heard whispers in the grapevine concerning a secret nuclear deal between a business delegation from the Dutch industry and a mixed delegation from the Middle East plus in that context the theft of a sizable shipment of uranium.
Mitric claimed to know where that uranium was and sought indirect contact with Prime Minister Lubbers. The latter regarded the matter obviously that serious that he took steps to have Kieboom arrange the afore-mentioned meeting with Mitric’s intermediary on January 18, 1985. Out of that meeting came the following list of demands made by Mitric as articulated by his intermediary on January 30:
“Following the delivery and affirmation of the sample, the detention of Mitric is to be suspended immediately. Mitric and persons to be appointed by him are then requested to negotiate at once to formulate their demands to Prime Minister Lubbers.
All demands made by me, Van Hulst, being:
A residence permit for Mitric,
Protection for the informant involved,
Bail payment of the agreed amount are to be met in advance.
With regard to the matter of the presence of representatives of foreign nations, this will be rejected.”
No trifle thus, but because the uranium sample was not delivered, the whole matter was eventually blown off. Which does not mean, however that the stolen uranium did not exist.
It would be nice if Lubbers were to also go public concerning this affair. But then preferably from A to Z. Otherwise we continue to guess.
II
The intermediary, Van Hulst, between the then prime minister Lubbers and the detained Slobodan Mitric had not been chosen accidentally. Van Hulst had been, as it happens, from the beginning involved in the afore-mentioned secret negotiations between the delegation of Dutch businessmen and the motley crew from the Middle East concerning the nuclear deal. And – a fortunate detail – he had arrived on Augusts 4, 1984, because of a minor incident via a police cell in [the Dutch town of] Maassluis, at the house of detention..
After two days, he got a visit from an inspector, named “De Boer”, who invited him to work on a large forthcoming project. Now,Van Hulst sat there anyways, you can annoy yourself literally to death in jail, so why not? Within a couple days he got a new neighbour who had been transferred from Leeuwarden [capital of the Dutch province of Friesland] to Rotterdam. You can bet who that was, very well: Slobodan Mitric.
In the months afterwards, “Bob” Mitric was to confide to his neighbour that he was busy closing a deal with the [Dutch central] Ministry of General Affairs. He wanted to get out of jail in exchange for disclosing the whereabouts of the stolen shipment of uranium. Would Van Hulst act as an intermediary when he got out again? Well, Van Hulst wouldn’t’t mind.
Two days before the annual hustle and bustle concerning that stable in Bethlehem Van Hulst was freed. The first weeks he heard nothing. But before the first week of January 1985 was over, he got a phone call. If he would visit Bob a moment. Of course.
According to the slightly agitated Mitric, the matter would come to a head and Van Hulst would be approached by a couple of chaps who would close the deal. And indeed, that same evening Van Hulst got a phone call. An unknown voice said:We are the people that Bob was talking about this afternoon. We want to talk with you for a while. If you walk now to the corner of the street, we will pick you up there.
The intermediary quickly put on his coat, ran to the corner of the street and stepped in a car filled with two men from [The Ministry of] General Affairs. After a short ride, the trio came to the parking lot of a restaurant where the boys from the Ministry explained what they wanted. If Van Hulst would cooperate in solving the matter, which Mitric had brought forward. Van Hulst hesitated, but the boys from the Ministry are known for their power of persuasion and Van Hulst finally came around. After he was brought back home, one of the men said, In two hours you will receive a telephone call.
And he was right. About twelve o’clock the phone rang: With Kieboom. If you to go to Erasmus university tomorrow morning, you will find me on the first floor at the Donner bookshop. There we can talk further.
III
Any doubts that Van Hulst, the intermediary of Slobodan Mitric, might have had about his appointment with Jos Kieboom were entirely eliminated the next morning. He found Lubbers’ consultant indeed on the agreed spot: the Donner bookshop on the first floor of Erasmus University. Whether Van Hulst at that moment already knew what kind of function Kieboom held, remains a question.
After some obligatory preliminaries, the two gentlemen withdrew to a parlour. There Van Hulst unrolled the list of demands by Mitric that, in his view of the slow course the negotiations, had been modified repeatedly in the preceding period.
Kieboom listened to Van Hulst and said patiently at the end of the conversation, Well, I know it now. Wait a while longer. I will call you again and then I’ll take you to someone.
A few of days later, on Saturday January 18, at the end of the afternoon, the intermediary got Kieboom on the line, who asked him if he could be at the Kralinger golf club at seven o’clock. There he would come by to pick up Van Hulst.
Properly on time, the two men met each other again. This time at the parking lot of the golf club. Kieboom said, Now I will bring you to someone with whom you can definitively close the deal.
They drove through the better part of Kralingen to a villa on the corner of Lambertweg and walked in the dark along the garden path to the front door, which opened almost immediately. Before he knew it, Van Hulst stood in the study on the first floor; together with Kieboom. A moment later the occupant of the house made his appearance: Ruud Lubbers, the prime minister. And the conversation began.
IV
The basic list of demands made by Slobodan Mitric was rather simple: official pardon after delivery of the sample of uranium, a residence permit, protection for the original informant and the deposit of three millions dollar in a Swiss bank with a down payment of 1 million. Furthermore, the intermediary requested Lubbers to find out if the British could possibly “take Mitric over” in matters of housing him and a job with some British secret service. If London agreed to this, Mitric would like to see that confirmed in an advertisement of [the biggest Dutch daily newspaper] “De Telegraph”.
Lubbers did not find this a nice idea immediately. Also, the proposal to set Mitric free in exchange for information did not fall immediately into place. But after some insistence, he said with his eyes squeezed, Ah, I don’t have to take care of that. But I know some people who are perhaps interested in his knowledge and they have enough power to secure his future.
Eventually, Lubbers even agreed to place an ad in “De Telegraaf”, if the wishes of Mitric could be fulfilled. The text of it read:
“F. Giesberts must take the place of Martin. Sorry about half joker. This was fateful for him. The BIG INDUSTRIALIST wants to first read the book of 239 pages before it is definitively published. F. Giesberts has half the bait already. The vassal of the big industrialist has the other half. M. Amman and film star, as a matter of fact also a big madam, sit in the editorial commission. Don’t worry. You were and remain a loner. Your friend, Frank Waterfoort.”
Cryptic, but not unbreakable. M. Amman stood for the Israeli military intelligence service, the film star for president Reagan, the big madam for premier Thatcher and the big industrialist for Lubbers. The book of 239 pages was “The Dutch Mafia” that Mitric had conceived [should be “Operation Twins” according to Mitric, note by the translator] . But who was Martin, who according to the text apparently went around the corner [i.e. died] previously, because he possessed the half joker?
Logically that could only be one: Martinus Fens, who was murdered on December 17, 1984. Alias “beautiful Tinus”, the uncrowned king of the underworld in The Hague and the protagonist in Mitric’ masterwork [The Dutch Mafia, not translated].
V
As mentioned in this series, Slobodan Mitric gathered his knowledge concerning the shipment of uranium, which floated around somewhere, as well as the nuclear deal between a delegation of Dutch businessmen and a mixed party from the Middle East, in his round of penitentiaries. But especially in Esserheem, where also Tinus Fens, the king of the underworld at that time in The Hague, was jailed for smuggling drugs.
In the early spring of 1984, beautiful Tinus was released. Apparently everyone did not find that so amusing, because in May of that year he was shot in Café Petit Paris in The Hague by a couple of young hit-men. Tinus was a tough guy. He survived the attack. But on December 17, the bell nevertheless tolled for him. A North-African shot him from nearby through the back of his head.
According to newspapers from that time, the gunman had been engaged by two other toppers from the scene in The Hague: porno-king Henkie Bartels and gambling expert Henk Rijstenbil. During interrogation and the following trial, both the gunman and Rijstenbil denied all charges levelled at them. They both had nothing to do with the murder. Bartels sang like a canary. Consequence: Bartels and Rijstenbil went behind bars for a long time. The North-African was allowed to leave for lack of proof.
A couple months after the sentence, Bartels was sent home because of his frail health. That appeared to be in Thailand where he spent five years before he departed to higher spheres.
The question remains whether the death of Tinus Fens resulted indeed simply from a power struggle between him and the duo Bartels/Rijstenbil or whether the scenario was a lot more complicated. A scenario in which the nuclear question with which Mitric was playing joker also had a role. Perhaps something at this late date for Rijstenbil’s lawyer Gerard Spong.
