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The Pirates of Somalia: Inside Their Hidden World

The Pirates of Somalia: Inside Their Hidden World

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by Jay Bahadur

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Somalia, on the tip of the Horn of Africa, has been inhabited as far back as 9,000 B.C. Its history is as rich as the country is old. Caught up in a decades-long civil war, Somalia, along with Iraq and Afghanistan, has become one of the most dangerous countries in the world. Getting there is a forty-five-hour, five-flight voyage through Frankfurt, Dubai, Djibouti,


Somalia, on the tip of the Horn of Africa, has been inhabited as far back as 9,000 B.C. Its history is as rich as the country is old. Caught up in a decades-long civil war, Somalia, along with Iraq and Afghanistan, has become one of the most dangerous countries in the world. Getting there is a forty-five-hour, five-flight voyage through Frankfurt, Dubai, Djibouti, Bosasso (on the Gulf of Aden), and, finally, Galkacyo.  Somalia is a place where a government has been built out of anarchy.

For centuries, stories of pirates have captured imaginations around the world. The recent bands of daring, ragtag pirates off the coast of Somalia, hijacking multimillion dollar tankers owned by international shipping conglomerates, have brought the scourge of piracy into the modern era.

The capture of the American-crewed cargo ship Maersk Alabama in April 2009, the first United States ship to be hijacked in almost two centuries, catapulted the Somali pirates onto primetime news. Then, with the horrific killing by Somali pirates of four Americans, two of whom had built their dream yacht and were sailing around the world (“And now on to: Angkor Wat! And Burma!” they had written to friends), the United States Navy, Special Operation Forces, FBI, Justice Department, and the world’s military forces were put on notice . . . The Somali seas were now the most perilous in the world.

Jay Bahadur, a journalist who dared to make his way into the remote pirate havens of Africa’s easternmost country and spend months infiltrating their lives, gives us the first close-up look at the hidden world of the pirates of war-ravaged Somalia.

Bahadur’s riveting narrative exposé—the first ever—looks at who these men are, how they live, the forces that created piracy in Somalia, how they spend the ransom money, how they deal with their hostages. Bahadur makes sense of the complex and fraught regional politics, the history of Somalia and the self-governing region of Puntland (an autonomous region in northeast Somalia), and the various catastrophic occurrences that have shaped their pirate destinies. The book looks at how the unrecognized mini-state of Puntland is dealing with the rise—and increasing sophistication—of piracy and how, through legal and military action, other nations, international shippers, the United Nations, and various international bodies are attempting to deal with the present danger and growing pirate crisis.

A revelation of a world at the epicenter of political and natural disaster.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The inner workings of the world of Somali pirates are astutely explored by Bahadur, a journalist who embedded himself among them to detail how "a level of international naval cooperation unprecedented in human history has been unable to stop a motley assortment of half-starved brigands armed with aging assault rifles and the odd grenade launcher." It's an engaging account, full of solid analysis about the collapse of Somalia and the tight-knit clan and subclan networks that keep a failed state from dissolving into complete anarchy while fostering conditions ideally suited to ocean-going criminality. Few other economic options exist for young men along this harsh coastline, largely because of abusive fishing practices by foreign trawler fleets. The institutionalization of these hijackings has created an economic order among the pirates not unlike other forms of organized crime. Coupled with the widespread addiction to the narcotic herb khat, conditions for wiping out piracy may be impossible to achieve. Still Bahadur's interviews with the pirates reveal that they rarely relish criminality; it's genuine desperation that motivates them. What's especially impressive (aside from Bahadur's sheer nerve in insinuating himself among these dangerous men in a lawless corner of the world) is the amassing of multiple perspectives—of pirates and policymakers—that support a rich, suspenseful account. (July)
Kirkus Reviews

AToronto-based journalist debuts with a rare inside look at the pirates preying on tourist and commercial ships off the coast of Somalia.

Present-day piracy in the region began two decades ago, writes Bahadur, at the onset of a civil war in the impoverished, Muslim state of Somalia. At first, coast dwellers—rebel groups, militias and warlords—extorted "fines" from foreign fishing vessels that had devastated the lobster population. When such vessels armed themselves, the pirates began attacking commercial fishing fleets. By 2009, the buccaneers won world attention with hijackings of three vessels: a Ukrainian transport ship with a cargo of tanks; a Saudi supertanker carrying $100 million in crude oil; and the American cargo vesselMaersk Alabama, an incident that ended with action by Navy SEAL snipers. Winning entrance to pirate enclaves through the son of Abdirahman Farole, president of the autonomous region of Puntland, the author spent six weeks conducting interviews. Traveling with bodyguards and sharing a supply ofkhat, a popular drug, Bahadur talked with pirate leaders, officials and former hostages. "We're not murderers," said Abdullahi Abshir, who has hijacked more than 25 ships. "We've never killed anyone, we just attack ships." Another pirate explained how he turned piracy into a business by introducing investors, guidance technology and motherships from which pirates operate deep into the Indian Ocean. Bahadur captures the private lives of the pirates as well as their increasingly organized and sophisticated ways. A 2010 hijacking garnered a $9.5 million ransom for an oil tanker. Attacks now occur over such a huge ocean area that the multinational naval task forces patrolling off the 1,000-mile Somali coast remain "unable to stop a motley assortment of brigands armed with aging assault rifles."

A nicely crafted, revealing report.

Joshua Hammer
Bahadur captures the inner workings of Somali piracy in extraordinary detail…[He] seems to admire the pirates' audacity and resourcefulness, yet at the same time he avoids glamorizing them…[in this] brave and exhaustively reported book…
—The New York Times
From the Publisher
“Brave and exhaustively reported. . . . Bahadur has gone deep in exploring the causes of this seaborne crime wave.” —The New York Times Book Review

“Bahadur has borne witness and seen what no other journalist has seen. He has peeked behind the curtain of the pirates of Somalia in their faraway tribal homelands . . . and lived to tell about it.” —The Boston Globe
“A fascinating narrative that opens a hitherto largely unknown world to a wider audience.” —San Francisco Chronicle
"An illuminating guide. . . . Bahadur has probably spent more time with Somali pirates than just about any other Western researcher or writer.” —The New Republic

“A first-of-its kind book. . . . Takes readers through the evolution of the pirate groups from garrulous, self-proclaimed vigilantes who claim they are protecting Somalia’s waters from illegal fishing vessels to the deadly criminal gangs they are today.” —Associated Press
“Convincing. . . . In Bahadur’s telling, the fractured, tribal governance of Somalia’s territories is almost unbelievable in its dysfunction. And the year-by-year evolution of Somalian piracy is mesmerizing. . . . Look to The Pirates of Somalia for an aggregation of all the news stories about this phenomenon over the past four years, with the additional, intimate layer—stories of the pirates from the pirates themselves—that no one else was reckless enough to get.” —The Plain Dealer
“This vivid and intelligent study of Somali pirates uncovers the reckless men behind the nation’s most lucrative business. . . . A
balanced and fascinating portrait.” —The Sunday Times (London)
“An insightful report. . . . Revelatory journalism and astute analysisof causes and solutions that prove far more informative than any
TV footage about the contemporary piracy problem.” —Booklist
“An engaging account, full of solid analysis. . . . What’s especially impressive (aside from Bahadur’s sheer nerve in insinuating himself among these dangerous men in a lawless corner of the world) is the amassing of multiple perspectives—of pirates and policymakers— that support a rich, suspenseful account.” —Publishers Weekly

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Where the White Man Runs Away

It was my first trip to Africa.

I arrived in Somalia in the frayed seat of a 1970s Soviet Antonov propeller plane, heading into the internationally unrecognized region of Puntland on a solo quest to meet some present-day pirates. The 737s of Dubai, with their meal services and functioning seatbelts, were a distant memory; the plane I was in was not even allowed to land in Dubai, and the same probably went for the unkempt, ill-tempered Ukrainian pilot.

To the ancient Egyptians, Punt had been a land of munifi cent treasures and bountiful wealth; in present times, it was a land of peo­ple who robbed wealth from the rest of the world. Modern Puntland, a self-governing region in northeastern Somalia, may or may not be the successor to the Punt of ancient times, but I was soon to discover that it contained none of the gold and ebony that dazzled the Egyp­tians—save perhaps for the colours of the sand and the skin of the nomadic goat and camel herders who had inhabited it for centuries.

The cabin absorbed the heat of the midday African sun like a Dutch oven, thickening the air until it was unbearable to breathe. Sweat poured freely off my skin and soaked into the torn cloth of my seat cover. Male passengers fanned themselves with the Russian-language aircraft safety cards; the women fanned their children. The high whine of the Antonov’s propellers changed pitch as it accelerated along the Djibouti runway, building towards a droning cres cendo that I had not heard outside of decades-old movies.

The stories I had heard of these planes did nothing to put me at ease: a vodka-soaked technician banging on exposed engine parts with a wrench; a few months prior, a plant-nosed landing at Bossaso airstrip after a front landing strut had refused to extend. Later, in Bossaso, I saw the grounded craft, abandoned where it had crashed, a few lackadaisical guards posted nearby to prevent people from stripping the valuable metal.

This fl ight was like a forgotten relic of the Cold War, a physical testament to long-defunct Somali-Soviet geopolitical ties that had disintegrated with the countries themselves; its Ukrainian crew, indentured servants condemned forever to ferry passengers along this neglected route.

Over the comm system, the Somali steward offered a prayer in triplicate: Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar, as the plane gained speed. The whine heightened to a mosquito-like buzz and we left the ground behind, setting an eastward course for Somalia, roughly shadowing the Gulf of Aden coastline.

As I approached my thirty-fifth weary hour of travel, my desire to socialize with fellow passengers had diminished, but on purely self-serving grounds I forced myself to chat eagerly with anyone throw­ing a curious glance in my direction. I had never met my Somali host, Mohamad Farole, and any friend I made on the plane was a potential roof over my head if my ride didn’t show. Remaining alone at the landing strip was not an option; news travels around Somalia as fast as the ubiquitous cellphone towers are able to transmit it, and a lone white man bumming around the airstrip would be public knowledge sooner than I cared to contemplate.

When he learned that I was travelling to Garowe, Puntland’s capital city, the bearded man sitting next to me launched into the unfortunate tale of the last foreigner he knew to make a similar voyage: a few months previous, a Korean man claiming to be a Muslim had turned up in the capital, alone and unannounced. Not speaking a word of Somali, he nonetheless succeeded in fi nding a residence and beginning a life in his unusual choice of adoptive homeland.
He lasted almost two weeks. On his twelfth day in Puntland, a group of rifle-toting gunmen accosted the man in broad daylight as he strolled unarmed through the streets. Rather than let himself be taken hostage, the Korean made a fight of it, managing to struggle free and run. He made it several metres before one of his bemused would-be captors casually shot him in the leg. The shot set off a hue and cry, and in the ensuing clamour the gunmen dispersed and someone helped the man reach a medical clinic. I later learned from another source that he was a fugitive, on the run from the Korean authorities. His thought process, I could only assume, was that Somalia was the last place on earth that his government would look for him. He was probably right.

Just a few months earlier, I had been a recent university graduate, killing the days writing tedious reports for a market research fi rm in Chicago, and trying to break into journalism with the occasional cold pitch to an unresponsive editor. I had no interest in journalism school, which I thought of as a waste of two of the best years of my life—years that I should spend in the fray, learning how to do my would-be job in places where no one else would go.
Somalia was a good candidate, jockeying with Iraq and Afghani­stan for the title of the most dangerous country in the world. The country had commanded a soft spot in my heart since my PoliSci days, when I had wistfully dreamt of bringing the astounding demo­cratic success of the tiny self-declared Republic of Somaliland (Punt­land’s western neighbour) to the world’s attention.

The headline-grabbing hijacking of the tank transport MV Faina in September 2008 presented me with a more realistic opportunity. I sent out some feelers to a few Somali news services, and within ten minutes had received an enthusiastic response from Radio Garowe, the lone news outlet in Puntland’s capital city. After a few long emails and a few short phone calls with Radio Garowe’s founder, Mohamad Farole, I decided to buy a ticket to Somalia.

It took multiple tickets, as it turned out. Getting to Somalia was an aerophobe’s nightmare—a forty-five-hour voyage that took me through Frankfurt, Dubai, Djibouti, Bossaso, and finally Galkayo. In Dubai, I joined the crowd of diaspora Somalis, most making short visits to see their families, pushing cart upon cart overfl owing with goods from the outside world. Curious eyes began to glance my way, scanning, no doubt, for signs of mental instability. I was in no posi­tion to help them make the diagnosis; by the first leg of my trip, I had already lost the ability to judge objectively whether what I was doing was sane or not. News reports of the numerous journalists kid­napped in Puntland fixated my imagination. I channelled the hours of nervous energy into studying the lone Somali language book I had been able to dig up at the public library; I scribbled answers to exer­cises into my notebook with an odd sense of urgency, as if cramming for an exam that would take place as soon as I set foot in Somalia.

The last white face disappeared at Djibouti’s dilapidated, near-deserted airport, as American F-16s performed eardrum-shattering training manoeuvres overhead. By the time the plane landed in Galkayo, I was the only non-Somali passenger on board.

Meet the Author

Jay Bahadur was born in Toronto and graduated from the University of Toronto in 2007, earning an Honors B.A. in Political Science, Economics, and History. His articles have been published in London's The Times and The Globe and Mail. He lives in Toronto.

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Pirates of Somalia 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
G-Harris More than 1 year ago
This book will give you the inside story of why piracy started in Somalia and how it grew to the epidemic that it is now.I came away with a better understanding of the how a simple protest against illegal fishing turned into a booming business for a band of men hell bent on getting what they think they deserve. The information is broken down so every can understand how the basic operations work and you get both sides of the story,pirates and hostages. Good read if you've ever been curious about the Somali Pirates
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Comes in with her sister, Deerlight. "What? I'm totally fi--" she was interupted by a spurt of coughs.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Looks at u and says u r not fine now everyday come to me and ill give u honey she gets a leaf with honey on it and says hear li<_>ck some of that and she says now that cough is gettin worse we need it to be gone or everyone will get si<_>ck she mumbles to herself
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She ate them, grimaced, and then padded back into the clearing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She nodded. "Of course," she meows, wrapping Pinky's leg up in cobwebs to help it stay in place. Skydrram gives her comfrey. "Here. Eat this,"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"I don't know...and I don't know why I know all these herbs...maybe it's just instinct..." Lightiningkit meowed she heard Mudfur calling her name,"Uh...sorry got to go..." she mewed and ran to the river...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another boulder, much like the one that was the leader's den, sat on the other side of camp. This rock was also covered in ivy, lichen and moss, although it was different and more suited to be the medicine cat den. It had legdes and crevices, probably worn by age, and perfect for storing herbs. It had a pleace both for the medicine cats and the sick or injured cats to sleep.<br> (If you get hurt, come here. But post in camp you are going.)<br> ~$ilverstar
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
....but not too difficult to read.
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Far to slow
BriarAW More than 1 year ago
In summary, starting out as a purely nomadic society, modern times have force the country to fishing. Then international fishers began illegally reaping the benefits of the Somali coast destroying the habitats of the local seafood they pursued. This demolished the local fishing economy, in return some fishermen took up arms and began hijacking the illegal fishing boats. Over the years the situation has escalated to the point where hardened criminals routinely hijack commercial vessels torturing and holding the crew for months until ransoming them for millions of dollars. These million dollar ransoms inspire thoughts of mansions but in reality Somalia remains a poor country and most of the pirates booty is used on khat (a leafy drug) and Land Rovers. Prevalent themes in the book were the communal ingestion of khat a drug much like marijuana and piracy spurring from the illegal fishing boats reckless behavior. The reoccurring political corruption and ineffectiveness to influence their people in any meaningful manner was also explored as a major cause to the crisis. Over all the book seemed to cover every angle on the subject from the citizens to the hijackers to the hostages held for ransom. I liked the style the author used adding in personal perspective and details concerning the mannerisms and appearances of the people and the landscape of Puntland and Somaliland (separate functioning states of Somalia). I found the history of the affair to be covered in a concise and meaningful manner along with the effects and importance of the drug khat in Somali society. However the rationalizing of the author to try and bridge separate accounts given by separate witnesses was unnecessary and unwanted. The author also included antidotes and jokes that were unhelpful to the subject matter and confusing to understand. Over all I would recommend this book to anyone interested in understanding the real truth of the situation, rating it a 4 on a 5 point scale. Even people moderately interested in maritime life and modern politics would enjoy this book immensely. I would also recommend Jay Bahadur's other articles he wrote on the subject for shorter in-depth pieces. They have the same style and commitment featured in his book.
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In the age of sound and instant news bites, its still worth it to read a book. Once you believe that the author is writing in a way that is truthful, then it is possible to get a less filtered version of major stories such as this. I recommend this book and appreciate Mr. Bahadur's ambition to make a career for himself and find a story worthy of a book. Nook tips: 1. Stiffen the power connector cord that inserts into your Noon, Nook Color or Nook Tablet by straightening the cable about 4 inches. Next, use a stiff rod such as a plastic, a coffee stirrer or split popsicle stick under the cord. Secure everything with scotch tape, plastic ties in such a way that you are able to grasp the cord and insert the end connector without bending the end connector in the process. A word of caution. If you use duct tape, and if you ever have to undo your construction, then you will have a gluey mess on the cord. I suppose you could split a soda straw and sleeve it over the power cord before taping. 2. The charger for a Nook color and Nook Tablet are the same! 3. Search ((0.00 (your favorite topic)) for free media. 4. A microfiber cloth such as those used in car care work great for keeping the Nook screen clean.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought I would find this book intriguing after reading the first chapter from the sample. Now that I am almost 100 pages into the book I feel duped. The first chapter reads like an intriquing story, in fact the book is a dry dump of information gathered from multiple interviews. There is no attempt to describe and bring to life the individuals and places the author experienced. To me this author missed a great opportunity to tell a facinating story. Although it is short I don't think I have the perserverence to finish the book.
Chuckupd More than 1 year ago
I already had a great interest in the region, owing to my long-standing interest in the fascinating story of neighboring Somaliland (democratic, stable, unrecognized, pirateless). I was interested to learn more about the culture of this region, and a story that also happens to be about Pirates seemed like just the thing. I was certainly not disappointed. It's both very enlightening and fun to read.
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