“Everything is Just Spoiled”

A firsthand account of SIM missionaries during the Doe/Taylor conflict

Charles Taylor

People had asked us if we felt safe moving off to Africa and we answered that we would probably be safer there than in parts of most large American cities. People asked if we weren't afraid of coups and political upheaval. We answered that Liberia was the most politically stable country in sub-Saharan Africa.

When we said those things, we were only saying what everyone else in the western world believed to be true.

No one had a clue that events were beginning to unfold in Liberia that would make that country a bench-mark for the horrors of war and the suffering of innocent people.

Outside Liberia, a little known former government official had been making preparations for this Christmas Eve for more than three years. He had a holiday surprise for the nation and all those missionaries whose celebrations unknowingly marked their last Christmas in Liberia as they knew it.

When Master Sergeant Samuel Doe and his co-conspirators toppled the Americo-Liberian regime of William Tolbert, Taylor was living near Boston in the United States where he was active in the Union of Liberian Associations in the Americas. A part of the Americo-Liberian class himself, Taylor quickly returned to Liberia and was soon an official in the new government.

He parleyed a 1977 degree from Bentley College in Waltham, Massachusetts into a position as director general of the Liberian General Services Agency, the government procurement office. By 1984, the government of Liberia was accusing him of embezzling a little less than a million dollars.

Taylor, who ardently denies the charges, fled again to the United States. There he was arrested and held in the Plymouth County Jail in Massachusetts. In September of 1985 Taylor escaped and disappeared.

His path crossed several African countries before finally leading him to Libya in 1987 where his antagonism for the Doe regime and Colonel Qaddafi's ongoing desire to destabilize Africa came together. Qaddafi's school for terrorists and guerilla fighters undertook the training of the "commando'' elite that would become the core of the Taylor army.

On Christmas eve of 1989, on the very night we spent packing to leave for Liberia, a small, initially disorganized and under-supplied group of dissidents had slipped across the border from Cote d'Ivoire into the village of Butuo where they struck the customs house, killing a policeman and a customs inspector and dispersed almost as quickly as they had come.

With that only semi-military strike, first blood in the disastrous Liberian civil war was drawn.  As I write, the last blood is yet to be spilled.

Chapter 10