Where to for Lotto Winner? Back Home to Help His Town

BATAGRAM, Pakistan —  Ihsan Khan angrily walks the rubble-strewn streets of his hometown where buildings tumbled like children’s play blocks during the recent magnitude 7.6 temblor that killed 87,000 people.

Where was the heavy equipment that was so desperately needed to help free those who were trapped beneath the debris, Khan wants to know.

“We heard children crying to be saved from the rubble, but we couldn’t get to them,” he says. “We used horses and mules against tons of broken concrete because there was not one bulldozer in our entire region. Why is this? Where does the money go?”

The 47-year-old Khan aims to find out. And more than anyone else in this tiny Himalayan town, he has the means to do so.

Khan’s is an unlikely international tale of abject poverty turned to fantastic riches. Leaving Batagram for the U.S. penniless in 1977, he returned two decades later as one of the wealthiest men in Pakistan.

For years, the slightly built Khan, who worked as a cabbie in Washington, D.C., had regularly played the lottery in a longshot effort to strike it rich.

He sometimes slept in his cab, but Khan never gave up hope. He kept a fortune cookie prediction that read, “Among winners, you are the chosen one.” He played numbers that came to him in a dream: 2, 4, 6, 17, 25 and 31.

Then the incredible happened: In November 2001, the immigrant won a $55.2-million jackpot. He opted for a lump-sum prize payout and posed for photos with an oversized check for $32,499,939.24.

Soon after, Khan cashed in the American dream for Pakistani rupees, returning to a region where the average salary is $500 a year.

The former hard-working hack transformed himself into a high-energy public figure who is now promising to rebuild his hometown, where 4,500 people died in the Oct. 8 quake. He has already spent hundreds of thousands of dollars of his own money to get the job done.

Just days before the earthquake, Khan was elected district nazim, or mayor, of Batagram. After the quake hit, he helped pull survivors from the rubble, and paid to get the most seriously injured to regional hospitals. He told pharmacists he would pay them later for dispensing all the medicine on their shelves. The bill came to 10 million rupees, almost $200,000.

Khan has bankrolled a program to supply roofing materials to rebuild shattered dwellings. He bought 150 tents, some of which occupy land just outside his mansion with breathtaking views of snowcapped peaks.

Outspoken Critic

Most important, Khan has emerged as a colorful and outspoken critic of local government corruption.

In recent days, the blue-eyed nazim -- who refers to himself simply as Khan -- has dismissed the town’s police chief and fired another official.

Khan promises to continue the housecleaning. “We have a calamity and people are lazy, unable to move,” he says. “So I started firing people.”

Relief workers are impressed. “He’s a take-charge person,” says Aziuddin Ahmad, who works with a Malaysian aid group.

One of Khan’s targets is the Pakistani army. “The army is worthless,” he says into his cellphone, pacing the living room of his 20,000-square-foot mansion. An American citizen since 1984, he keeps a similarly sized house outside Washington as well as a smaller home in Islamabad, the Pakistani capital, where his second wife and two younger children live.

In rapid-fire sentences spoken in his native Urdu but laced with English expletives, Khan directs a personal staff of six that includes two bodyguards. He collects no public salary and is chauffeured about his domain in his own new Toyota 4x4.

Wearing the traditional loose-fitting Pakistani tunic and pants called a shalwar kameez, Khan barks at his staff to serve coffee. “Where’s the Starbucks?” he says as the men jump. “Doesn’t anyone know how to use this coffee machine?”

His home is filled with mementos of his time abroad -- American-made clothes, vitamins, a box of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes, even an L.L. Bean jacket, which he calls his favorite piece of clothing.

“I miss the United States,” he says. “But for some godly reason I came back here to deal with a lot of stupidity and corruption.... What we need is some of that good old Bill Clinton know-how. Remember that?”

Khan arrived in the U.S. at 19. He earned a political science degree at Northern Illinois University, where he met his first wife. They had one child, but the marriage didn’t last: “She was a good Christian and I was a bad Muslim.”

After his divorce, Khan moved to Washington, where he began driving a cab: “It’s the worst job in the world. But I told myself I’d go on until I had a heart attack and then people would know what Khan went through.”

He often returned to Pakistan for months at a time. On one trip, Khan remarried and later fathered two more children, who remained in Batagram. But the cabdriver, hungry to make his mark, always returned to Washington.

In 1995, his son from the first marriage told Khan he was applying to Georgetown University.

How was a cabbie going to come up with that kind of cash for one child, then for two more? Several years later, Khan won the lottery, and no longer had to worry about paying for university educations.

Returning to Batagram, Khan noticed how the poor were denied equal education and job opportunities by provincial officials who favored their friends.

Two weeks before the October election for district nazim, Khan entered the race. Like a plain-talking Pakistani Ross Perot, he campaigned with his own money, promising to build a modern Batagram with street lighting, parks and more schools. He defeated an incumbent whose family had been involved in local politics for 45 years, yet who Khan contends was not getting the job done.

“A lot of politicians in this country are happy to just have a flag on their car. I’m not one of them. Voters gave me a sacred trust. If a single penny of their public money was wasted, I’m responsible,” he says.

Put to the Test

The earthquake put that new public trust to the test.

“That day I saw some bodies piled on the ground, people crying out and dying,” he says. He found one small boy hooked up to an IV machine. A doctor had chalked an X on the youth’s bare chest to designate that he was not expected to live unless he was taken to a hospital two hours away.

Khan grabbed a woman with a car. He took out his wallet. “Take this boy, please, I’ll pay you,” he told her. The woman agreed. But the lottery winner turned public servant learned that money cannot buy everything. The boy died minutes later.

“I can see that boy now,” an emotional Khan says. “His face is something I will never forget.”

He walks the town shaking hands like a homecoming hero. Passing what remains of a government bank leveled in the earthquake, he stops.

“You see this?” he says. “This is how they build a government bank in Pakistan. You do this and you go to jail in the United States. There must be accountability.”

Khan insists his lottery winnings have not changed him and waves off thanks from people he passes. “You help and then you leave it to God and mankind to judge you,” he says. “That’s how it is.”