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Wedad Ftieta, 52, holds her grandson Ahmed, who is named after her late husband. The elder Ahmed was killed in Libya’s Abu Salim Prison during a massacre by guards under Muammar Gaddafi’s command June 28-29, 1996. Over 1,200 prisoners were killed.

‘I was three months pregnant when he was captured. When he was in England he joined a student’s union against Gaddafi. He came back in April 18th, 1986. Twenty days later, he was captured. After they captured him, I didn’t know where he was until 1988. When I went to visit him, they humiliated us. They would throw my food on the ground and watch me collect the pieces. I was given 10 minutes per visit. There were signs of torture on his body, but he never said anything about it. I heard they would leave men alone in a room with a wild dog to attack them. He lost a lot of weight, I felt huge around him. My last visit with him was in May of 1996, less than a month before the massacre. He told me the prison was spooky and gray and that there was something going on. The visits were stopped after the massacre. I heard there was shooting, but no one knew anything. Only after Tripoli fell did I know that he was really dead.’

Photos by Sarah Elliott, from The Widows of Abu Salim

Gaddafi was killed because he, and a few other African leaders were planning to start the 1st central bank of Africa. If this was successful, Africa would have bankrupted the ENTIRE globe. The African dollar would have been backed by its own natural resources which would have made it the most wealthy continent on earth. This was revolution. …..This is why he had to go.

Aisha Mohamed Masaud, 57, was married on November 18th, 1982. ‘I was 22 years old and my husband was 23. He was in medical school when we were married. He was a part of an Islamic organization that wanted to take down Gaddafi at Matiga base. I sensed that he was involved in something, but he never told me. He came home complaining every day, that everything was getting worse under Gaddafi since he came to power. He was arrested on August 5th, 1990. I was pregnant with our fourth daughter. Our son was six and our two daughters were seven and two. It happened in the morning while he was getting ready for work. Military men came to our apartment, they put him in a car, then someone got in his car and drove it away with them. He was gone for eighteen days. One day, they brought him back to our apartment. They started searching the house for two hours He wasn’t cuffed, but you could tell that he had been from the marks on his wrists. He looked exhausted, hungry and very uncomfortable. We received his death certificate in 2009; they took it to his parents’

The Abu Salim prison massacre, which was carried out over a period of two days in June of 1996, is viewed by Libyans as Colonel Muammar Gaddafi’s greatest crime.

Image from Widows of Abu Salim, by Sarah Elliott

[Saddam Hussein] defied the petrodollar by selling oil in Euros. He had to be taken out. What good is an extortion racket if you don’t enforce it? We didn’t fight Iraq for oil, we fought for the petrodollar. As soon as we took over we restored the petrodollar … Gaddafi was next who tried to sell his oil for gold. The murder was plastered all over TV for everyone to see; don’t mess with the petrodollar. Now why is the petrodollar so important? America’s free ride depends on it. Besides weapons and Hollywood filth, America’s biggest export are dollar bills. Everyone in the world needs them to buy oil. For countries to get the dollar they have to sell us something. Cars, clothes, washing machines. Products we used to make. Real stuff for digital dollars? You can’t find a better racket than that. Worth killing for.
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Brother Nathanael

This guy is pretty outrageous, he’s a showman that’s for sure. But his insights are spot on.

This Guy Played for Gaddafi’s Basketball Team at the Start of the Libyan Revolution

There are a few things to expect when you start playing basketball at an international level: a grueling training regime, competitive teammates, and maybe some kind of sponsorship deal involving toiletries or luminous drinks. Stuff you generally don’t prepare yourself for, however, is almost starving to death while the army shoots at civilians just outside your apartment, being forced to survive on cockroaches and toilet water and fleeing a country by way of a border occupied by rebel guards.  

That’s what happened to Alex Owumi, an American ball player who moved to Benghazi, Libya after being recruited by Al-Nasr, a team owned by the Gaddafi family. Alex arrived at the end of 2010 and enjoyed a few months as the team’s point guard, before the revolution broke out in February of 2011 and he found himself trapped in his apartment—a lavish place owned by Gaddafi’s son, Mutassim—without any food or electricity.  

With little contact to the outside world, he survived by eating worms and drinking toilet water – his teeth turning rotten and the pigment on his face discolouring—until he got a call from his former coach, who smuggled him over the border to Egypt. After arriving in Alexandria, he recovered and started playing for the city’s El Olympi, helping them win 13 games in a row and eventually take the championship.  

I gave him a call to talk about his experience, the Gaddafi family and how the revolution changed his outlook on life.

VICE: So, that’s quite an experience you went through. Can you tell me how you ended up in Libya?

Alex Owumi: It was a pretty bad time for me as a player, then my manager phoned me up and told me there was this team in Libya that wanted me to play for them. At that point it was either doing this for me or going back home. And I was welcomed there with open arms.

Did you know at that point that it was Gaddafi’s team you were going to play for?
I didn’t find out it was Gaddafi’s team until I first got into my apartment. It was all beautiful and state of the art, but I noticed there were also quite a lot of pictures of Gaddafi and his grandkids. That’s when I finally asked my team captain whose apartment this was, and he told me it belonged to the Gaddafi family.

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When Hussein was frantically searching for his son in the final days of the 2011 revolution that toppled Libya’s dictator, Muammar Gaddafi, he visited a villa and discovered cells full of naked women who had been raped and tortured. Breaking the taboos of Libyan society, one of those women testified about her experience at a conference in Tripoli in May, moving the men listening to tears. In large part due to her brave testimony, Libya is now drafting a bill that Libya’s new leaders and NGOs believe is a world first: making rape during armed conflict a war crime.

Uh, bad news guys: We have a missing missile problem in Libya
  • 15,000 freaking missiles just went *poof* source

» Those missiles could most definitely be in the wrong hands: After the downfall of the Gaddafi regime, the U.S. started up a $40 million missile recovery program to help get back some of these missiles — estimated to be 20,000 total — but have only managed to recover 5,000 of them. And there are rumblings that terror groups such as Nigeria’s Boko Haram could have some of these missiles, which (though fired from the shoulder) are big enough to, say, take down a plane. The “War on Terror” changes quickly, it seems.

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Mandela and Gaddafi: Brother Leaders

When the West refused to allow sanctions against Apartheid in South Africa and used to call Nelson Mandela a terrorist, Gaddafi was embracing him and funding his fight against Apartheid by training ANC fighters, arming them and paying for their education abroad.

Nelson Mandela: “No country can claim to be the policeman of the world and no state can dictate to another what it should do. Those that yesterday were friends of our enemies have the gall today to tell me not to visit my brother Gaddafi. They are advising us to be ungrateful and forget our friends of the past.

“Gaddafi helped us at a time when those who say we should not come to Libya were helping the enemy.” 

Photo: Nelson Mandela tours the site of Muammar Gaddafi’s home that was attacked in 1986 by the U.S., October 23, 1997.