Pan-Africanism is by definition Anti-Zionist

[RWalker]

Kwame Ture consistently reminded our people that the test of a true African patriot is their position on zionism. Kwame, as did Malcolm X Omowale, understood that zionism is just another form of settler colonialism, part of the overall neo-colonial structure to maintain control of Africa after the period of anti-colonial struggle smashed the old forms of European colonialism and generally speaking a key component of global white supremacy. Kwame knew that no African who supports zionism, the zionist state and zionists can be a a fighter for African liberation. As he reminded us "Anti-Zionism is the cutting edge of the class struggle in the African community." This was a position embraced by several African organizations from around the globe from the RNA to PAC of Azania.

Below you will find an article that is an example of the true nature of the zionist movement's relationship to Africa and African people. The shameful exploitation, degradation and dehumanization of our sisters by the zionist -- is reflected wherever we are the captive of the European racist imperialist system, whether in Europe or the western hemisphere or in Africa herself. Those who believe that zionism and zionists are our friends must rethink their fallacious and traitorous position or the people will rightfully count them as just another part of the overall anti-African racist system, side by side with the rest of our enemies.

From: "World View" <ummyakoub@yahoo.com>
Subject: Israeli Sex Industry in Kenya

Paradise Mombassa -Translated and introduced by Gilad Atzmon
http://peacepalestine.blogspot.com/


"They would say: "I want Harpaya, (ejaculation), I would then ask what
this Harpaya means and they would answer, `not only harpaya but we
want it `all inclusive', full sex.' I used to tell them that we don't
do it and he would reply, `Read my lips, `the women are all included',
the salesman in Tel Aviv promised us that it's Akol Kalul!' Sometimes
one of the female managers would suggest for to us to follow the
guests' demands just as a guarantee that they would come back."

On 22 November 2002, Hotel Paradise Mombassa, an Israeli Hotel in
Kenya, was attacked by a group of terrorists. The following Maariv
piece isn't concerned with Al Qa'eda, but rather with the devastation
the Israelis left behind.

This is the story of a beautiful Israeli hotel on the African
seashore. It is the story of an Israeli owned holiday resort in
Mombassa, Kenya, designed and built solely for the Israeli tourist
market. It is also the story of total abuse of the local impoverished
population. It is a tale of humiliation, cruelty and continuous daily
rape of struggling African women. It is the usual horrendous story of
Israelis inflicting pain on others but at times it is very funny in
spite of itself. For instance, once a week, when the Israeli groups
were departing in busses on their way back to the Mombassa terminal,
the local crew ordered the African staff to chase their departing
busses with tears in their eyes and to scream `please don't leave us,
we love you, please come back'. This bizarre instruction was given to
the local crew by the Israeli hotel management as part of the package
deal, the last image to bring home of an unforgettable holiday. I
allow myself to assume that the Israeli managers detected some clear
yearning for love amongst their Israeli clients. One may ask what may
stand in the core of such a longing for declarations of love.
Considering the clear fact that those Israeli tourists were mainly
engaged in turning Mombassa into Hell on earth, why do they really
need to feel beloved after all that? I wonder why the Israeli offender
insists upon being loved by his victim? Ordinary human beings do not
expect to be loved by their hotel receptionists or room cleaners. But
then, ordinary human beings do not tend to humiliate, abuse and rape
hotel staff. They may spend some time in the hotel, they may enjoy its
services and then they just pay and leave politely and quietly. For
the Israeli tourists, as you will soon read, staying in the hotel is a
clear `letting go'. It is the ideal environment to manifest one's
darkest libidinal impetus and practice total denial of any moral
conduct. For the Israeli tourist, holiday is the materialisation and
embodiment of their control zeal. For the Israelis, as you will read
shortly, to go to for a holiday in Africa is to experience the varied
possibilities of becoming a very wild animal.

The following journalistic piece is a glimpse into some Israeli
pathological psychotic conditions. It is a bizarre story of an absurd
criminal identity that demands affection from its victims. The story
wasn't written by myself, I just translated it into English. It
originally appeared only in Hebrew in Maariv, Israel's 2nd biggest
daily paper. I spent time translating it because I do believe that is
rather crucial to permit people outside of Israel a better
understanding of the Israeli character and characteristics. Seemingly,
some amongst us tend to believe that the Israeli approach towards the
Palestinians is the outcome of specific colonial circumstances.
Apparently, they are wrong. Israeliness is a radical form of blind
cruelty and the Israelis have no problem taking it with them wherever
they go. In Palestine it would be the Palestinians who suffer, in Goa
it is the poor Indians. In the following story it is the deprived
labour force of Mombassa, Kenya who confronts Israeli sadism. There is
an old and famous saying, `you can take the man out of Israel but you
can never take Israel out of the man'. You may want to take a nice
deep breath before you read what the men of Israel are up to.

Fear and Contempt in Heaven

Omri Hasenheim, Kenya
Maariv, 14.10.2005
http://www.nrg.co.il/online/1/ART/995/971.html

In hotel Paradise Mombassa, crew members were humiliated by the
Israeli tourists, it's no surprise that even after the 2002 terror
attack on the hotel, they refuse to forgive, not Al-Qa'eda but rather
us (the Israelis).

It is standing on the white sand that is apparently more beautiful
than ever. The luxury buildings invite you for a `dream of a break',
the rooms and the suites are loaded with exceptional handmade wooden
furniture. In between the restored buildings you find a stream with
golden fishes. At the bar you can hear the echo of some laidback
African beat. All around the gigantic swimming pool you can see many
monkeys jumping around. From the dining room windows you can see the
magnificent sea-view. On your way to the dining room you may want to
visit the alligator pool, clearly the alligator grew a bit since that
horrible day of terror.

Welcome to Heaven, Hotel `Paradise Mombassa'

At just a kilometre from there, in a Msomrini village, two orphan
girls are making dreadlocks for each other. Not far behind them, an
isolated miserable mud shed is standing, all around poorly clothed
toddlers are playing. They are dirty, their noses are dripping. A few
broken stools are spread around. On one of them, Dama Safaria is
sitting. Before Al Qa'eda blew up the very little she had, she used to
work as a dancer at the hotel. For two years she danced traditional
African folk dances, something that helped her to forget the misery
she was born into. In Msomrini, everyone was happy to dance for just
$2 a day. In the beginning Dama was rather happy, but then, as time
went by, the Israeli employers realised that they could probably get
away without paying. After the performances, her husband used to march
from the village to the hotel to beg for her wages. "We loved to dance
for the Israelis," says Dama, "but then once the payment day arrived
our smiles would fade away."

On the morning of 22 November 2002, Al Qa'eda terrorists attacked at
the hotel. Once the explosion went off, it didn't take long before
Dama realised that her husband was missing. She was horrified, a few
minutes later she was told that he was killed. Since then, she is
struggling on her own to maintain herself and her nine orphans. Her
youngest son is just four years old. From the hotel management she
heard nothing. No one came to visit or even just to offer condolences.
Neither the Israeli Government nor Kenyan officials have shown any
interest. "We, the dancing company, are still owed $120 for the last
four performances in front of those Israeli tourists," she claims in
despair.

"After the terror attack my life became impossible. In the winter I
beg for the farmers to cultivate our land for literally pennies," in
the summer she herself doesn't realise how she makes it.

Two month ago `Paradise Mombassa' was reopened under a new management
comprised of one Israeli, one French and one American. They try to
minimise their exposure, very much like the previous Israeli owner
Yeuda Sulami who denies to this day his involvement with the previous
management. The new management does its utmost to change the hotel's
image, they are trying to leave the Israeli market behind. Instead
they aim to appeal to European and American markets.

But for many locals, this new business face lift won't make a big
difference, the memory of those very years of total abuse by Israeli
tourists and management is not going to fade away. They won't forget
the Israeli guests that sexually assaulted them or were just rude and
arrogant. They won't forget the Israeli management who came along with
some bizarre professional demands, failing to pay their monthly wages
on time and eventually just stopped paying altogether. Now, maybe out
of hope, or just the will to open their hearts, they are giving their
personal account of `Paradise Mombassa'.

The idea to erect an Israeli hotel on Kenya's seashore in the late
1990's was proved to be ingenious. Until then, Kenya was famous for
its wild Safari adventures. Yeuda Sulami and his business partner
Itzik Mamman came up with the idea of using Kenya as an Israeli
holiday resort. They founded a company and started to sell holiday
packages including flights, accommodation and local tourist
adventures. In the beginning, they were buying accommodation services
from local companies. But the Israeli appetite knows no limit. `Why
don't we make the big money ourselves' asked the two, `we shall build
our hotel on the beach.' Soon, they joined forces with local investors
and founded a company based on `time sharing' holiday rentals for
Israelis. The Israeli client reacted enthusiastically, at the end of
the day it was: a beautiful hotel offering sunny beaches at the time
of the Israeli winter, complete with a flourishing cheap sex industry
and just four and a half hours' flight time from Tel Aviv.

The leitmotif that guided Sulami and Maman was that the Israeli guest
who may come to Kenya once would return. Thus the promotion packages
were sold ridiculously cheap. It all worked out perfectly well. Many
Israelis returned and invested in holiday accommodation (one Israeli
bought 52 holiday units for the sum of $1.5 million). Every week 250
Israelis landed at Mombassa airport, they found an Israeli hotel, it
was fully Kosher and it even had a proper synagogue.

The hotel started to operate in the year 2000 and was officially
launched a year later. Local crew was recruited from surrounding
hotels. Most workers admit that in the beginning they were rather
happy, but things deteriorated rapidly soon after the official
opening. Rather soon it was clear that someone was about to pay for
the Israeli extravaganza.

Man should never be Alone

Three years later, the humiliating practice is left like an open wound
in the memory of the female hotel crew veterans. Once a week, just
when the Israelis where checking out on their way back to the airport,
a bell rang. `Get ready, the guest are leaving,' announced the head of
the entertaining team, frantically chasing the female crew. They were
all ordered to gather near to the entrance gate and to chase the
leaving busses while weeping desperately in front of the Israelis.
Once they caught up with the busses they would bang on its metal frame
with tears dropping from their eyes.

"It was a bizarre order," giggled Saline Aching, the chief masseuse.
"We were told to chase the bus, to sing and cry so the guests would
know that we love them and want them to come back. I remember myself
running like in a frenzied state, I would hit the bus with my fists
shouting to the guests, `why do you leave us?' `We miss you', `We love
you'. The Israelis would stare at us from the windows, some of them
believed us to be genuine, others were shooting us with their video
cameras. "

Rahima Josef Katan: "If you were not crying you may find yourself in
danger of losing your job. We were asked to think of something bad
that happened to us, so we can cry for real. I didn't cry." "I didn't
cry," Confesses Catherine Khaa, masseuse. "How could I, I didn't love
them at all. I fact I hated them."

The weekly bus chasing was just one example of the way the staff were
supposed to treat the Israeli guests. The principles were obvious:
humiliation, stripped of dignity and hard labour. The guidelines were
clear: The client is always right, the client must be happy, the
client must return. The ones who carried most of the burden were the
females amongst the entertainment team. Dorothy Maly recollects that
once a week, on the arrival day, five of them would be taken to
Mombassa airport. "We used sing to them Jambo Jambo (hello hello) and
Evenu Shalom Aleichem. The local Kenyans were sure that we had had
lost it but the Israelis were over the moon. They loved noise, once we
arrived at the hotel, again we started singing loudly. In the night we
were instructed by the manager to scream till the last Israeli leaves
the dance floor. If a guest decides not to go to sleep, you were
required to stay with him till he quits to his room. We were demanded
to produce noise almost 24 hours a day. When we took a break, the
manager would come and bark: `What's the matter with you, do you fall
asleep? I will cut your wage, move on…'."

The agenda dictated from above was that a bored guest would never
return. Rahima Raymond, masseuse: "We were doomed to sit with the
guests till the small hours, to hang around with them. Sulami made it
clear that we must keep the guests happy. We were dancing with the men
in nightclubs just to make sure that they weren't staying alone. In
case we refused to do so, they would complain to the management: `Why
don't they come out with us?' `We want to see the African night life'.
They obviously didn't care about our commitments and family life.
Obviously, we didn't get any `extra' for those services. The day
after, while they were still in bed we had to start again at eight in
the morning. The slogan `the client is always right' took over. Josef
Katan: "they taught us a behavioural code, if a man is near to his
wife we were supposed to hold his hand in a certain way, if his wife
wasn't around then we should behave rather differently."

"There were religious Jews who couldn't sign the room service notes on
the Jewish Sabbath. We would then keep a note with their room number
attached to their bill. Once Sabbath was over, some of them would just
refuse to pay. They would argue that we invented it all, `you forged
our signatures', they would say. The management would always believe
them and expect us to cover their bills. I just couldn't believe that
humans can behave as such."

To se seen like an African

The ever-growing demand to entertain the Israeli guests enforced a
maximised utilisation of the local workforce. The crew were mobilised
from the many different departments to the entertainment team. "They
could pool me out of the kitchen, telling me that the guests want to
have a good time and I should go and hang out with them," says Josef
Katan. " I would then ask, how can I bake cookies and dance
simultaneously? The entire hotel was as an entertainment squad. The
kitchen stuff were entertainers, the receptionists were entertainers,
gardeners were entertainers." Mali, a dancer: "Saline, the chief
masseuse would give us a shout when too many Israelis wanted a massage
at the same time. At the time I knew nothing about massage. There was
a woman that was brought over by the hotel's rabbi and she was
supposed to teach us. After a short instruction of five minutes I was
apparently ready to have a go."

In order to maintain `authentic African spirit' the staff was obliged
to put on very minimal clothes. Unlike the other hotels in the
vicinity, where men were serving in uniform, in Paradise Mombassa the
male crew were walking around half naked and with bare feet. The
females were allowed just a minimal fabric on their breasts and pubes.
"Even when temperatures dropped we were not allowed to cover
ourselves." Marci Mawagambo Aching said: "Sulami wanted us to look
`authentic' so when you walk around, the guests can check you out for
the night. You must be attractive so they re-book another holiday. It
was horrible, but what can you do? I needed the money. One of the
Israeli female managers told us that we better follow Sulami's orders,
if he wants us too look like Africans, we better look like ones."

Even most basic conditions were lacking. `Paradise Mombassa' is
located 8 kilometres from the main road. The dirt track to the hotel
passes through a wild savannah loaded with outlaws. But then a
solution was found, a truck originally built to transport livestock
was converted to transport forty humans. An Israeli employee says, "it
was a truck with a sealed cargo wagon without benches. People were so
squeezed in that we had to leave the back door open." Josef Katan: "We
felt like animals. Sometimes we were left with no oxygen, but we knew
that if we complained we would then asked to stay in the hotel. That
would obviously mean we would not be able to see our families. So we
kept quiet." Once a newly appointed manager asked how the Kenyans felt
about the manner in which they were transported. The answer was rather
clear, `for them it doesn't matter, as long as they are delivered to
their work they are happy.'

Even for meals during the working hours, local crew were left to fend
for themselves. But then a creative solution was found. Aching: "there
were times when Sulami was kind and let us eat the guests' leftovers.
We were lucky because the Israelis are greedy, they would go to the
buffet and put on their plates far more than their bodies can take.
They would take piles of salads, and massive chunks of meat, but then,
they would barely touch it and leave most of it behind." Mali: "If to
tell the truth, we could see that the food was already on someone
else's plate, but some of us had to eat it, just because they couldn't
afford to buy somewhere else. They where hungry, what could they do?"

But it goes further. It didn't take long before the local crew
realised that they were not insured. It was clearly revealed after a
security man was murdered and his colleague was wounded during a
burglary, till this day, neither the grieving family nor the wounded
man received any compensation. Work contracts were granted only to the
very top managers. Lower hierarchy were provided with a meaningless
paper stating an agreed figure. This document has never been respected
by its initiators.

Good Machine, Good Machine

Saline Aching was curious to understand some Hebrew terms, it is her
interest in the Hebrew language that helped her to grasp the meaning
of Akol Kalul, all included. Not one hotel staff failed to understand
the meaning of the Hebrew idiom that became the hotel business
philosophy. All hotel services where included in the price of the
holiday package purchased back in Israel. Soon the staff learned that
this very idiom means a lot to Israelis.

"All day long I heard the guests shouting Akol Kalul," says Josef
Katan. "Some of them held me by my arm and shouted at me Akol Kalul.
Even on the beach they would just shout to passing people Akol Kalul,
Akol Kalul. I would then ask them what that `Akol Kalul' means? They
would answer, `everything, even you'. I used to tell them that I am
not Sulami's property. He owns the hotel but not me. I thought to
myself, "God, do they behave as such in their own country?"

In the best case scenario, the Akol Kalul was practiced in the free
buffet bar materialising into gigantic chunks of meat put on a single
plate. In the worst case scenario, it found its way into the massage
room. Needless to say, not even one guest evaded his right to be
massaged. Aching says, "The first thing the male guests did upon
arrival, even before they unloaded their suitcases in the rooms, they
would sprint to the massage room. They would enter the hotel with
their eyes wide open asking, `where is the massage room?' I used to
plan the daily schedule, there was a competition amongst them who is
going to get there first.

Mali: "My role was to tell them: `I am Dorothy and I am a masseuse in
the hotel' as soon as I mentioned it they would scream `massage,
massage'. Most of them couldn't speak English. They would just say, `I
come now.' A tourist from another country would wait even two weeks
but in Paradise they wanted it all right on the spot. Sometimes, even
before breakfast. Someone would come and tell you, `I come for a
massage akol kalul, if you don't do akol kalul, I take another masseuse'."

"They would say: "I want Harpaya, (ejaculation), I would then ask what
this Harpaya means and they would answer, `not only harpaya but we
want it `all inclusive', full sex.' I used to tell them that we don't
do it and he would reply, `Read my lips, `the women are all included',
the salesman in Tel Aviv promised us that it's Akol Kalul!' Sometimes
one of the female managers would suggest for to us to follow the
guests' demands just as a guarantee that they would come back."

Katherine Kaha, a masseuse, confesses that she had to follow the
demands… "I would start doing a massage, and then the man would tell
me, `do it all over, you must do it'. In case I wouldn't they would
complain to the management. I didn't like it at all but I did it. They
would give me $1 sometimes two, I felt horrible."

A frequent Israeli guest to the hotel: "There was always this problem
with the massage, the Israelis used to abuse the girls to the very
limit. It was appalling and it gave Israel a bad name. There were some
groups I was really embarrassed to stand near to. They were so bossy
and arrogant, they did whatever they liked, and just had good time."

"One of the Israelis told me," says Rahima, "you know Rahima, last
night they provided me with a little baby girl, only 13 years old, I
fucked her and gave her $5 just because she was penniless." I then
asked him, "Wasn't she the age of your granddaughter?" He didn't
answer. On the same night he might as well have come back to the hotel
shouting, `African women are the best value for money.' Let me tell
you, here in Africa, it isn't that common that once you sleep with a
woman you go and inform the rest of the world about it. But the
Israelis kept it all open, they used to say about us: Mechona Tova,
Mechona Tova (Good machine, Good machine)."

The Power to Fuck

The passion for sex wasn't only restricted to the massage rooms and
wasn't solely the business of the single male guests. It was rather
prohibited to let local girls into the hotel. But a solution was
found, just across the road, again in an Israeli partnership, a motel
named Calypso was founded. This was where Israelis were hanging around
in the nights. "Men used to come to our rooms asking us to go out with
them," tells Josef Katan, "but the worst happened in the morning when
they shared the details of last night's affairs with the entire dining
room. They used to shout things like `ha, I went with her, I fucked
and fucked and fucked her all night long and all for less than one
dollar'. We understood exactly what they were talking about. When the
first group arrived, I was telling myself that surely the second group
would be better. But it was exactly the same. From tine to time they
used to ask for room service, once the room service crew would enter
their room, they would try to touch her. The waitresses were
horrified, they never wanted to go with food to the rooms, but my
personal case was different, they were afraid of me because I was rude
to them. They used to call me `big ass'. This was Ok, it is better
being `big ass' rather than being their sex slave."

"Even the married men used to find some ways to the girls' rooms. For
instance, one told his wife, `go to the dining room, I will be right
there with you.' Apparently he disappeared till the morning after. In
the morning we were witnessing the woman screaming at her husband
during breakfast. Once a man replied to his wife, `the women in Kenya
are so great, they have a small hole, unlike you having such a silly
big one'. All that at breakfast, in the dining room, in public. When
the animosity went wild we always rushed to bring the hotel's Rabbi
in, he would do his best to make peace. Sometimes, the men used to sit
in the dining room while the donkeys were having sex outside. As soon
as the Israelis noticed the donkeys' activity they would stand up and
show their support: `good, good, good, forward, backward, good. good'."

"Occasionally, one would come to me telling me in front of everyone
else. `I will take Viagra and after that I will have the power to
fuck. By the way, what's your name?' I would say Rahima. `Good,
Rahima. I want to fuck you today!'" I asked myself what is going on.
One guest asked me, `do you know Chartie? I went with her to the
disco, I fucked her but she wasn't good at all. Originally I planed to
give her $10 but eventually I gave her $1 only. He was shouting like a
madman and then Chartie arrived in the room. He then pointed at her
with his finger and shouted `here she is, it was her'."

Karen Tiglo, a room cleaner: "We couldn't figure out whether the
Israelis were wild animals or human beings. They would all the time
offer me $10. I felt so humiliated. After a while they would know who
amongst the female crew were desperate for money and would just go for
them. Stela Matawa, a waitress: from time to time, a man would
approach me abusively, in case I would refuse, the man would come to
the dining room and shout, `leave out this girl she is crap, I took
her to the room and she was useless'."

Katherine Kaa experienced an especially traumatic event when a
seventy-year-old man decided that he was in love with her. "I didn't
love him at all," she says. "We went out to a discothèque, I was sure
that I was just escorting him to assist him killing his boredom. On
the way back, he and the taxi driver tricked me, rather than driving
back to the hotel, we arrived at a place that hires rooms for the
night. Violently, he tried to force me to sleep with him. But I
couldn't. When we went back to the hotel he told me that never wanted
to see me again. And he would report to the management that I wasted
his money without giving a thing back. After my refusal was reported,
the hotel manager dismissed me for two weeks."

According to a few of the crew members, not only did the Israeli
management fail to denounce, some of the managers actually joined the
party (their names are kept with the editors of the newspaper).
Raymond, "At the time one of the managers learned to enjoy the
massages. He started to demand: `do it here, here and there' just like
one of the guests. Another manager would pick girls from the
entertainment team, he would say, `after all, I am a manager, no one
would ask you where were you going.' I had to accept it although it
was rather horrible. The day after when he would pass by me, he would
hardly acknowledge me. Every time, after our performances, one dancer
would disappear into one of the manager s' offices. The girls were
afraid that this might be a professional issue to do with their
performance but then, once in the manager's office, they realised what
it was all about."

[Ozellh20]

Read this already on another site; it amazes me how the so-called Jews pretend to be a friend of ours when in reality they are the ones that keep {censure} going... And I hate what they have done and doing to Africa and South America. And don't let me forget the evil {censure} owned world bank of lies and other businesses that they operate and own. I know longer feel anything for them: please.

They created so much trouble with their lies and filth while pretending to be innocent and if anyone speaks out against them they cry wolf, "oh you are anti-Semitic oh, you hate Jews"; talk about a chip on their shoulders and their ugly arse women have plastic surgery as regular as I take a piss.

I despise their vileness and nastiness that they constantly perpetuated of my people; CNN, Newsweek, Washington post, American media, American obsession with reality television, and celebrity lifestyles; and their advocating of homosexuality; dirty....How could they call themselves children of God and conspire so many distortions and myths?

The biggest lie they ever told is that of equality and about people that they claim to know about while stiring the white Nazis up in the Americas by race-baiting.

And I despised them claiming to be just like black people by suggesting that they aren't white, what ole Nazi Germany did has no relation to what Africans continue to endured and have endured: they are whiter and the whitest white man.

THE ENEMY IS AMONGST US...
Anyway sad read indeed!