Farrakhan on Libya

Following my theme of NEVER taking anything politicians tell me at face value, Farrakhan’s views hit a chord.  Certainly something to think about!

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Minister Farrakhan is a Black religious and social leader, and a critic of the United States government on many issues. Min. Farrakhan has been both praised and widely criticized for his often controversial political views and outspoken rhetorical style. In October 1995, he called and led the Million Man March in Washington, DC, calling on black men to renew their commitments to their families and communities.

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2 thoughts on “Farrakhan on Libya

    • I thought so too.

      With the continuing decline of the US as a global superpower, it’s interesting to hear a point of view different from the conventional.

      Sometime what we see, what we are told, what we believe we understand is not the way it actually is.

      My friend Larbi Djbabdi and me were visiting his cousins in the Rif mountains. The younger girls in the family worked with the older women in a workshop weaving carpets. Their chatter and laughter mixed with the dusty, musky air – it was wonderful. We were relaxed after our long journey drinking tea, smoking (proper tobacco this time not scrapings) and simply passed the time of day talking and catching up on news. Suddenly there appeared a British man and a Dutch or German woman. This was unusual as the village was well off the beaten tourist track. They were inquisitive and seemed genuinely interested in what was going on. For a while, we were happy because it seemed they got it and wanted to understand the ancient culture. They asked about the creative process, the hours of work, the ages of the children, where they lived and their family life. All too soon, it became too intense and when I questioned them, rather than answer me, they were more concerned that an Arab (as they mistakenly called the local Berber tribes people) could speak such good English and understood everything they were saying! (I am Scottish, but the mistake was understandable as I was in full desert clothing with turban (cheich) and bernuz. I was also very brown and dusty after several days travelling.)

      However, that difficulty was surmounted as nimbly as a goat dancing amongst mountain rocks and it transpired they were doing research for some Charity or other involved with Third World Children. They were emphatic in their disgust that children so young were being forced to work at the looms and in such filthy conditions.

      I am afraid we had to explain in words of one syllable that it was not as it seemed. The children were in fact at school learning vital life lessons relevant to their world and their survival. Their creativity and nimble fingers were being put to good use for the benefit of the whole village, thus they were learning the most important lesson of all. Both Larbi and me, we explained they were making a huge mistake imposing their values onto a culture they were, sadly, too blinkered to begin to appreciate or understand.

      As we were leaving we saw the couple climb into a brand-new air-conditioned four by four (estimated value, oh about 20 years earnings of a mountain villager!). No doubt, they were heading off back to their glossy, dust free, air-conditioned monstrosity to write an ill conceived and wrong report on the “dreadful child abuse” going on in a backward civilisation in the mountains of North Africa. A civilisation, incidentally, that was considered ancient even at the time of Christ.

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