Not that I am surprised, but here you go from Matt Taibi:
"The magazine apparently buried Scott Anderson’s expose about the 1999 apartment bombings in Russia that led, directly according to some and indirectly according to others, to the ascension of Vladimir Putin to power. The bombings were officially blamed on Chechen terrorists but over the years lots of evidence has surfaced pointing to some involvement by the Russian security agencies. A number of people who investigated those bombings, including journalist/deputy Yuri Schekochikhin and his journalist colleague Anna Politkovskaya, have since been murdered, although no direct connection has ever been drawn between the two.
The evidence pointing to FSB involvement in those bombings was always intriguing. The most compelling revolved around a bomb found in the basement of a building in Ryazan that was found to have been placed there by the FSB, which later dismissed the incident as a “training exercise.” Anderson’s story pushes this theory forward with an interview of former KGB agent Mikhail Trepashkin, who investigated the case and claimed to have evidence of FSB involvement. However Trepashkin was arrested just days before he was scheduled to give evidence in a trial related to the bombings. He ended up being convicted of disclosing state secrets."
Yes, the very same Anna Politkovskaya for whom there is still no justice. Conde Nast needs to address this and correct it by re-publishing the story in full and IN RUSSIA as well. Anyone who has followed me know very well what my thoughts are on the apartment bombings, Anna's murder and the document Alex Litvinenko (also murdered) was said to have given/or planned to give to Anna. So I won't rehash everything here. Go to the archives and read it all there. There is of course the little matter of my own suddenly terminated investigation into Litvinenko's death, right after someone I was going to meet was shot while I was on my way to talk to them about Putin's alleged hand in the Litvinenko murder. That, plus the cryptic Russian calls I got translating roughly to "whoever is near shit will smell," pretty much forced my editor to yank me off of the story. Not that there was anything left to report, given that everyone I was talking to or had talked to or was planning on talking was either frightened away or shot.
