On the afternoon of October 2, 2018, Jamal Khashoggi entered the Saudi Arabian Consulate in Istanbul, Turkey. He never left alive. Earlier, a team of fifteen hitmen, described by the Saudi regime at first as tourists, landed in Istanbul, at least one with a bone saw.
Typical tourist gear, for certain.
He was brutally murdered, his body dissolved with chemicals, and the coverup, however inept, began.
Was Khashoggi scared when he entered the sovereign territory of the country he criticized? We assume so from statements made by his fiancée. And she was the reason he was there. This isn’t a statement of blame, but merely fact. He loved her. He wanted to marry her. He needed paperwork from the Saudi government to make it happen.
And he died for it.
And now, one must ask who in their right mind would set foot in a Saudi Arabian facility, anywhere in the world?
But what if you had no choice?
What if the consequences of choosing not to, were worse?