28 November 1999

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I confess that I was wrong. That I made mistakes. From the beginning, everything was a lie. My name was not Abdollah Nouri, but I would claim that I'm Abdollah Nouri and though I was myself from Nour, yet, in order to infiltrate Esfahan and to prepare an atmosphere to the liking of my bosses, I pretended I'm from Esfahan.

Contrary to my other friends, whom from the outset would prefer England, I always liked America. Before the revolution, I wanted to co-operate with SAVAK, but I didn't have the occasion since I did not know its address. Yes. I betrayed many times. Then asking myself how I could betray even more, I went to the Office of the Israelis in Tehran and collaborated several years with them.

I was an infiltrator and for that reason I didn't feel good. Before the revolution, and when I was probably 20, I become a companion of Mohammad Mossadeq, a pro-Zionist Jew. As we were very close friends, I quickly felt that he wanted to become a domestic of the Shah after his death and for this reason I would always visit him and whenever he would feel cold, I would cover him with blanket.*

Then came the revolution and again I infiltrated, starting with the Reconstruction Brigade. The same, from the start of the revolution, any time I would look at Mr. KH.M I would tell myself that I had to infiltrate his office as well. Actually, this office was filled with infiltrators. Afterward I infiltrated Mr. A's office and continued to infiltrate everywhere open to infiltration. On those days, situation was such that everybody was infiltrating everything.

Ten, twenty years latter, when I would meet the true revolutionaries who by now all had become chiefs, I would understand that all those who had participated at the revolution were infiltrators. At that time, only one person knew that I was an infiltrator and that one was haj Sa'id* who was himself an infiltrator.

Yes, I betrayed a lot. Especially that time when 23 million people infiltrated together on second of Khordad. There were so many infiltrators that one could fear that the place would explode by infiltration. It was then that my real identity was exposed. For a while, I infiltrated the Interior Ministry and acted as I was from the second Khordad front. I even backed Karbaschi. I then infiltrated the city council. This was some time after the Iran-American and Iran-Australia football matches, when Ali Da'i, Khodadad Azizi and Karim Baqeri had infiltrated our national football team. Afterward I infiltrated Khordad newspaper before infiltrating the Evin prison.

Yes, I made mistake. I was a traitor. I was hiding myself behind people who were all infiltrators and would protect people who were also infiltrators.

My biggest mistake was to plead myself. Once in prison, I told myself: Abdollah, why did you plead yourself? So many people went to the courtroom as lions and came out {..} So waht?

Yes, dear people. Beware of bad friends. Frankly speaking, a bad friend can have so much influence.

Next time I would confess that I had infiltrated other places, but before, one has to tell me where they wanted me to have infiltrated in order to confess to it in the next program. ENDS NOURI'S CONFESSIONS 281199

* Mr. Ebrahim Nabavi is a leading satirical columnist working for Asre Azadegan, the pro-reform daily edited by Mr. Masha'allah Shamsolva'ezin, condemned on 27^th November to 3 years imprisonment by a kangaroo press court.

*Hojatoleslam Abdollah Nouri was one of the fellow young clerics trusted by grand ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini who would not hesitate to send him on important missions or to represent him in places like the Reconstruction Brigades or the Radio-TV. That explains why Ali Kihameneh'i keep hating Mr. Nouri.

* Reference to Sa'id Emami, a former Deputy Intelligence Minister the authorities presented as the mastermind of the last November chain murders. He was reported to have killed himself in prison.

* A physically feeble man, Dr Mossadeq, Iran's famous nationalist Prime Minister would be seen very often covered with a blanket which, at times, he would use it for diplomatic and political pretext.