John Crudele
May 18, 2015
New York post
I’d like to introduce you to Theophilus Burroughs.
You’ve actually met him already. He’s the former Stuyvesant High School music teacher who allegedly decided a few years ago that he wanted to be one of those lone-wolf terrorist types.
There’s no indication that he was going to do the dirty work himself, but he did start dealing in contraband — first selling untaxed cigarettes and then graduating to heavy-duty weapons like AK-47s and even grenades.
The money he earned, it is alleged, was to be earmarked for Hamas, the Palestinian terror organization that Burroughs said he preferred because it was more willing to fight than others.
Burroughs, who is now around 53, got pinched along with others in a 2013 sting operation run by the state Department of Taxation and Finance, probably the last such aggressive bust done by the Albany outfit.
The would-be terrorist peed his pants when the cops nabbed him.
I mention this only because those of us who were following this case even before the details became public were thoroughly amused by Burroughs’ inability to control his bladder even as he was trying to exercise some control over what was going on in the Middle East. (The mop-up operation, I’m told, required janitorial-like expertise.)
I’m bringing Burroughs up again today for a couple of reasons.
First, he was in Bronx Supreme Court recently and is set to return on June 5 so that a trial date can be set. Burroughs, who is not free on bail, is on his fourth lawyer, I’m told. He botched an agreed-upon plea deal in 2013 when he started filing legal briefs on his own.
The deal Burroughs originally agreed to would have put him behind bars for 10 years for the criminal sale of a firearm, money laundering, tax fraud and other charges. He’s facing up to 25 years in prison if he’s convicted of everything — which could happen because Burroughs inadvertently posed for hidden cameras during the sting.
There’s another reason I’m mentioning Burroughs today.
The money he planned to send to terrorists was going to come from illegal cigarette sales. This scam is simple: He would drive from New York to Pennsylvania or wherever cigarettes taxes cost less — and return with a trunkload of the smokes to sell to otherwise law-abiding New Yorkers. Burroughs would then ship the dough overseas (or keep it for himself, depending on his frame of mind).
Often it was a combination of both.
In a very long article, the Village Voice recently pooh-poohed the notion that illegal cigarette sales were fueling terrorism. Well, that paper should meet Burroughs.
Let me get a little preachy for a minute because that’s the mood I’m in: If you buy cigarettes for a price that is obviously too good to be true, and if you buy knockoff pocketbooks on Canal Street or other faux luxury items around the city, your money could be going to terrorists.
Think about it. If that money is used for domestic terrorism, the next person who wets his pants may be you or me.
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