Blood, Oil and Glory

History has done justice for the Arabs, giving them the privilege of heading the revolution that started in Sidi Bouzid and will end in Washington, Paris, or Peking.

In the meantime, television and Western radios debate about the impossibility that the subhuman Arabs will one day know democracy. They debate over the price of the crude oil and the value of the euro and the dollar.

They argue about the measures that must be taken to avoid the invasion of the North African immigrants. In the meantime, the bonfire remains and Nero composes with its lira.

They will wait until the genocide ends with the lives of a few thousand Libyans and will then judge the murder its “old friend.” They will make movies about the massacre in Libya and will produce reports with emotional background music. Can Europe really think that the Libyans expect something from her? The old, tired, and decrepit continent navigates in the orbit of its tired, deaf monologue. “I am the glory,” said the murder.

Neither Europe nor the United States from their moral, ethical, economical and political shipwreck will support any more than possible interventions to try to safeguard their interests from danger.

Dictatorships fall and with them the Western patriarchy over the Arab countries, which have sustained, fed, and primed their interests. How many castles have fallen with this revolution! And this is just the beginning.

Today the hope, even if blood tinted, is more alive than ever. Some speak of the long and tedious silence that has gagged the towns of the Arab speaker for so long. I want to speak today of how fast and amazing it has been for the Arabs and not only the Arabs, Muslims and not only the Muslims, that inhabit this part of the world raise their heads so high considering the extensive humiliations that have governed it and colonized it since the fall of the Ottoman empire. History has made justice of the Arabs, giving them the privilege of heading the revolution that started that started in Sidi Bouzid and that will end in Washington, Paris or Peking.

We will need to convene contests for the presentation of global projects of alternative economies. Economies that are not based on the fiduciary coin and greed, which corrupts it all. Economies that do not trace for us a world of centers and peripheries, and economic hierarchies, linguistics, epistemologies, of sex and gender, of humans and sub-humans. Economies that do not disguise themselves with pseudo-values. Economies that do not destroy and silence the mosaic of culture, races, ethnicity, languages, epistemologies, spiritualities and mutual differences among the inhabitants of the world. A renewed system of emancipation that does not use these to destroy the planet, but instead base its structure in the acknowledgment of all these and in its millenarian wisdom for reconstructing it.

I am afraid that history has made justice to those who require it and must do it for Muslim women. Since then the Taliban became bearded and dangerous radical fundamentalists that repressed and brutally repress the women by imposing on them the burqa and stoning them. Then the U.S. went to save the Afghan women, and bombed and killed in a war that has caused hundreds of thousands of victims and has turned Afghanistan into the number one narc state worldwide. I am also referring to the Arab women, who have to do with the Muslim women. Women with hijab or without hijab, blonde, brunette, tall and short, fat and skinny, rich and poor, doctors, engineers, researchers, mothers, housewives, historians, physicists, cloth hanger, ministers, farmers or hairdressers, Arabs, Berbers, Kurds, Europeans, United States citizens, Latin American, Chinese or Australian.

Above all those who sometimes, in the name of their “liberation,” were silenced and murdered in Iraq or in Afghanistan or converted into second-class citizens in France and Spain and in other times in name of their “religion” were also ill-treated.

I am referring to Afghan women of the “Old Taliban friends,” the same ones that were financed and were given logistic support and weaponry by the United States administration back in the day so that they would finish the “communist threat.”

The support that created the miserable conditions in which Afghan women live and from which they later wanted to liberate them when the interests in the zone and the weapons industry required it. Ones of “old friend” Saddam, who one day became in a terrorist threat, the same day that the Iraqi oil and the capitalist business also required it. He then ended up hanged just like we all live directly. It does not surprise me that the winning project be presented by some these same women. But, if they demand it because nobody will give it to them, nor will anyone remember them.