The Gangs Of New York

War turns a society into a classroom, and that is why the Americans are learning what they had not learned before. Pausing and pushing back tears. The Americans believe that they deserve a place with some dignity and respect; due to their heavy gravity as the World most Super Power. But the whole World of all races and creeds are not buying that notion, but little scared. That is why Mr.Obama is a man with the ability to alter reality through his dreams. Delivering bombs with butter, and books with bullets.

Mr.Silanyo is acting the same role by delivering two contradicting facts. Federation and independence, friction, and peace dialogue, hostility and unity, corruption and honesty, conveying the message of justice while justice is strangled to death; and rigging the election. Claiming power sharing while alienating the Shia in the east and the Wahabist in the west. Creating hostility and malice among family and friends. Holding a meeting behind closed doors of only members of the Suni community while all the other shareholders are missing in action. Mr>Silanyo, you can’t teach justice by taking a mile and giving one inch to the Shia in the east and the Wahabist in the west. At the same time pronouncing that Somaliland is safe and sound. Above that prices of local consumption goods are skyrocketing, inflation, and unemployment is on the highest rate since we regained our Independence. Above that, our cream and the future generation are immigrating illegally, in between the devil and the dead sea after despair shadowed them completely. People are starving to death and fading like dry leaves; while Herse Gaab and others like him, dines and wines on the moon. Swimming in the sky river while the majority of the masses are eating the bugs. Mr.Silanyo, put the shoe on the right foot. You are one head with two faces. The big stick ahead, and the constitution is held behind. Putting a gag in our mouths, and suppressing the media and the press who are Our canary in the coal mine. Last week, the savage attack of the Somaliland police on the Hubaal Newspaper main office in Hargeisa, Is a clear evidence of the brutality of Silanyo regime, and abuse of power. Who knows what next. No wonder if we see some of his opponents and political figures get assassinated or kidnapped. We are under the mercy of the Mafia Red Brigade.

Dear reader, I am one of those baby boomers who used to believe before September 11 that the western countries are the cradle of peace and democracy. But since then I am skeptical about it. Dear reader, If you goggle “ The clash of civilization “, an article written by Samuel Huntington. A professor and Director for strategic studies at Havard University. When you read that article you will discover and realize that this World is being planned ahead and run by a remote control under the guidelines of the white man. Mr.Samuel is saying that the fundamental source of conflict in this New World will not be primarily ideological or primarily economic. The greatest divisions among humankind and the dominating source of conflict will be cultural.

Nation states will remain the most powerful actors in World affairs, but the principal conflicts will occur between nation and groups of different civilizations. The clash of civilizations will be the battle lines of the future. Owing to that, the war on terror is the misinterpretation of the war in Islam culture. That is why every negative picture is misprinted on, and associated with Islam; as a bluster aimed to intimidate the Moslem World.

 

Jomo Kenyatta once said, “ The first time the European came to Africa, they handed us the Bible and they told us to close our eyes. “ When we had opened our eyes, we were holding the Bible; and they were holding our land. In addition to that there is an African proverb which says. When the elephants fight, the grass that suffers. Now they say, when the Whitman whispers to the ears of our big brother, the masses that suffers. Since 2001 and up to now, I was roaming around the war torn Republic of Somaliland. Wearing sharp, keen eyes dressed up with a highly sophisticated telescope. Hunting and fishing almost any scene that deserves a senior diplomatic mission attention. While having a long nose and acting as a rude intruder in a fact finding mission. Acting as a black man street preacher who carries a small portable Organ in the streets of New York. Teaching Christianity to the white people. Publicly raising his voice against the vast skepticism and apathy of life. Trying his best to disassociate Government from harm, terror, humiliation, and misery that we humans, commit against each other. And later blaming the Government for every thing bad that happened. Asking ourselves why God never show up in some circumstances, assuming that it was necessary for allah’s intervention. To my great disappointment, along that long period, I couldn’t trace out a single project that is worth mentioning. I have no a clue of any tangible pilot project installed by our blood donors, with the exception of the European Common Market. There are more than twenty international Relief Agencies stationed in Somaliland acting as the characters of the children Movie called, Tom and Jerry. The UNDP, our role model who is supposedly teaching us the format of good Governing is one of them. It is very discouraging to see our devoted but helpless doctors are using rusted scissors and metal files in their high risk operations; under the shades of those squeezing dusty rooms stinking of urine. Our local farmers are not nourished, or oriented with the measures of the healthy methods of farming. Neither have access to those simple tools and humble equipment that are standing idle in your junkyard. More disgustingly, when food shortage strikes; you rush us with your surplus of dead maize. Which depresses our local prices. Undercutting home grown products; and helping to transform subsistent farmers in to a chronic – Aid – recipients. Just treating us as a market place for your dead maize, which is the left – over of your horses and mule. It is sad but true. Above that, with that much capacity of knowledge and means of our blood donors, yet they couldn’t afford to facilitate a healthy water to drink. People are dying in our capital Hargeisa for drops of water, for the last thirty years.

While your highness, Mr.UNDP, driving luxury vehicles and taking your R&R ( Rest and Relaxation ) in every two or three months. Hiring people on the merit of their connection to the big brother, not to their knowledge. Or importing some school drop outs from neighbouring countries, while our cream scholars wandering around the dusty streets of Hargeis, sitting hand in chin. You are worried about the neglected dogs in our towns, but giving deaf ears to our alarming emergency call for our basic, essential, needs. Our local NGOs are copped and bullied by the UNDP. Flatly and openly tells not to feed them if they are associated with Anti – Federation policy. The UNDP and it’s offspring of international relief agencies stationed in Somaliland are promoting and marketing nothing but, the phobia of the HIV – AIDS and implementing that abhorring process of Great Somalia. Plus freeing our women from the shackles of slavery of the Moslem Religon, as they claim in their clandestine symposium Releasing delusive reports to the international community is a proof of their mischief and double standard policy. All in all, the political cold shoulder to our cause, and the chilling phrases they say; when it comes to the true reflection of this helpless nation, is a compelling evidence of their hidden agenda. They have a draft budget to funds that bury our entity as a sovereign state. Using Somalia letter headed stationary in their offices here in Somaliland, is one of the great ironies they practice. The UNDP WANTS to rip us out of our social, cultural, and political identity as Somalilanders, That is the straw that broke the camel’s back. We will tell that sad story to our school children. The collateral damage they impose on us outweighs what we benefit from their ill dirty looks. Mr.UNDP, if we are wild animals; you are wild hunters too. We want the hands that built America, not the Gangs of New York. We already had some heartless local gangs. What is next? I am afraid that they may introduce the Masses – Gay – Wedding – Rally in our towns, for the ongoing modernization process. My high school teacher Mr.Blume, told me once that the white man is like a green tea. You can’t tell it’s strength until it is put in hot water. Mr.UNDP, I can see amd umderstand your frustration. You see me as an impolite beggar and who is at the same time dictating the deal. I am not that much naive and I admit for million reasons that you are harvesting the beads of sweat that your forefathers had invested in the past. To guarantee you the legacy of the present extravagancy, and the opulence that you are indulging right now. I accept that with no malice. You wine and dine on the lap of luxury. Skiing on an Island of paradise, surrounded by an ocean of starving people. I have no objection. You drink with those rose colored glasses; and feast yourself with that juicy T – Bone – steak and that tasty lobster. But after you take the lion’s share of the mean – budget that is labelled in our name. Please toss a little portion to the right frying pan. Be a healthy Christian. We are neighbours. Watch out for the evil – eye of my starving child. Of course after my big brother’s allotment is settled and he assures you with his greedy smile, from ear to ear. Otherwise he will puff the fire off; and will toss my dirty pot flying; leaving the food undone. By now, you are old enough to play by the African rules. You have to speak with two tongues.

Already your daddy had told you this primary lessons before he let you join the Salvation Army. Don’t be mad if I call you Lily – White. Because you owe me an old favor for calling names. Don’t bother with the leather- boot. Because all our snakes bite at the neck. Remember, what I lack in tact, I will make you up in sarcasm. What a stark picture! Sir, if you are a healthy Christian you must respect and put in your consideration the masses – graves of our dead heroes. At least it would be regarded as a good token of good will; if you give shelter, schools, and bread to the deserted orphans of our deceased heroes. Remember that, apples are golden in the morning, silver at noon, and lead at the night. Sir, when you see people standing up along the streets in front of the tea – shops or restaurants. Don’t assume that there are armed robbery. But we are on strike, and that is our own way of picketing in lines. Because these guys that are running the country are foreign contractors; and they have failed to respect the bonds of their contract.. You can read that from their eyes when they are bargaining with you. I am tipping you as a favor yo update your books. Because our genuine chartered accountants and auditors are on their way back home.

Thank you for your patience and good listening.

Yusuf Deyr, Edmonton

Canada.