Voice of Liberia

By Mulbah K. Morlu, Jr. aka Gen. Jack Lloyd
December 29, 2009

Realistic details of the illusions of a promising economy, under the Lords of war, have now begun to emerge with the dollar hitting 71 against the local currency on Sirleaf’s 71st birthday! As 2009 hopelessly slips away, leaving behind the scars of ruthless economic hurly-burly afflicting the poor, the cosmetic surgical procedure that once veiled the true identity of the con queen at her displaced office has just been shattered; influence-peddling in ‘Experts’ offices, unwarranted signature fees with the President’s full knowledge, revived torture-chambers at the NSA, and an unbreakable cartel of unabashed financial malfeasance, rudely awakens a now-embarrassed international community.

As the con queen rapidly sheds her loathsome pip, old allies and friends at the international power fronts are growing panicky at her emerging rascality; even newly-won friends are just a little bit faster than snails in the promised diplomatic deliverables. Her daring support for the Sudanese war criminal, who must inexorably acquiesce to the same self-created fate of the chained former Liberian President ironically surrendered by the moral dwarf in Fish-market, was not taken lightly in Washington. The cartel’s Commander-in-chief, apparently taking enchantment in her French-made attires of grandeur expenditure, than the welfare of millions of Liberians feeding on the crumps, deepened her troubles when she flew to neighboring Conakry; not to convince the blood-stained Captain to synchronize the country in the rule of law trajectory, but was chiefly concerned about the protection of her corrupt hegemony, notwithstanding the hundreds of Guineans that are being brutalized and dehumanized in the fiasco.

As outlandish as this may seem, it was an expected move by the moral dwarf behind fish-market. Leaders who politically feed on innocent blood to ascend the power progression will invariably build a syndicate with emerging political and military blood shedders to avoid the fate they created for their predecessors. Other than the erratically weak and half-baked disapprovals coming from low-ranking members of the Sirleaf cabinet on the Guinea scene of carnage, Counselor Cyrenius Cephas’ illegal arrest and detention was not only a mad counteraction, but a misplaced GOL antagonism resulting from mixed-feelings emanating from Washington. The litany of serious human rights issues plaguing Liberia’s most senior female combatant, culminating  into a 30-year political ban by the Truth Commission, has unquestionably ‘Tarnished her reputation’(to quote the New York Times). That the female soldier, in particular, will be one of few of the type bearing the greatest responsibility for the murder of over 250,000 innocent souls and successfully brought a whole nation to its knees just to get at  the Army Sergeant, makes the Guinean hostility  child’s play.

To these proven charges, the lady general successfully attempted to disproved the facts and understandably won the heart and soul of George Bush, who himself lost every ounce of reputation he had when he indefensibly pounced on Saddam’s Iraq and turned it into a colossal slaughter field.

As powerful as the magic whims of the ancestry daughter of Germany may seem, it disastrously failed to move a hair on the Whitehouse’s new chief tenant, Obama. Though the lady rascal will not cease in her unleash of ‘Respected’ diplomats and special envoys to John-the-Baptist her way to Obama’s backyard, the closest the messengers came was always a lodge in five-star hotels, throwing tax-payers’ thousands around to bed merchant girls, and feast on wines infrequent even to Millionaires; and they will return to rotate the farce, amidst innovating excuses that would ensure their rearmament with the tax-dollars, back to Washington, or Las Vegas!

The continuity of the Sirleaf’s illusory repressive contours stretched even further. Plagued by unassailable miseries in her desperation to befriend earth’s most powerful grandee, and now that her dispatched lieutenants had proven ham-fisted and clumsy in the diplomatic maneuver, Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, was wooed by the Republican Liberian President. With a million dollars sapped from our struggling economy and wired to the Clinton Campaign during her uphill rivalry with the then Senator Obama, Sirleaf’s quid pro quo  political tithe became a brandishing sword which cajolery pierced the conscience of the Secretary of State. Literally on bended knees, seeking to utilize the Clinton bridge to reach out across the trouble-waters of her history of bloodshed, team Obama remained apathetic; not even the mighty Clintons could persuade the President to exchange handshakes with a much appraised pseudo-democrat whose romance with America was to be re-examined after the demise of the Bush regime.

This explains the Obama’s Ghana visit, and not the time-honored friend Liberia’s visit. When we fine-tune the lenses of the magnifying gadget, we recreate the scenery of the Sirleaf/Clinton marriage on the Democrats ’08 primary platform; don’t you see Sirleaf lifting high the contesting hands of the then NY Senator? But had the Clintons realized the Sirleaf–platform appraisal was only a deceiving appeal to the essential American female bloc, and that her spirit and psyche truly lied with the Republican warlords, Mrs Clinton wouldn’t go outside American diplomacy to flout the Obama-Kenya message in Liberia; it was hence understandable that whilst there was minimal press curb during the Bush visit, the media was a great deal constrained from the expression of its unanimously acclaimed franchise during the Clinton friendship expedition. The reason here is uncomplicated; the TRC’s recommendation did not exist until Clinton’s visit, and the Press would have pressed the visiting emissary to make stabbing statements that may have unquestionably jeopardized Sirleaf’s already complicated end-times.

 Despite Ambassador Greenfield’s sometimes-undiplomatic-support for the fast-aging leader (and Ms. Greenfield must continuously show gratitude to the Sirleafs, it was Ellen that recommended her to former President Bush), Mrs. Sirleaf remains a savoir-faire modern-day nihilist of the highest strain. Her history in the Liberian blood heartbreak coupled with her German genetics; unremittingly fan the flames of speculations surrounding her being a member of the Hitler genetic puddle.

Nevertheless the huge Western dollarization of our eco-social platforms, and Washington’s incredible donor cornucopia dumped in Sirleaf’s vault, especially during the Bush occupancy, growth and development are a thousand light-years away! In repulse, the Sirleaf people, whose reasoning disconnect from the most minimum veneer of nationalism; instead blindly lining behind any political brand marked ‘Ellen Sirleaf’, will point to the derisory three-mile refurbished Seventy-2^nd, and Tubman Boulevard roads as their model of practical infrastructural feat! The rucksack of millions poured into the Sirleaf vault for road rehabilitation alone, which shows up on Western Union transfer slips back to Minnesota, perforates the argument. To thrash the feeble defence further, where Sirleaf refurbished SKD Boulevard, Taylor cement-paved New Kru Town road! Please don’t reference the Jallah’s Town road re-accomplishment, because millions that could have built 25 clinics in poor havens were discarded there and assumedly redirected to deepen the pockets of the confidantes.

The Jallah’s Town road fiasco is one of innumerable schemes designed to enrich a few; if it occurred right in the hub of Town with enterprising impunity, it’s only a matter of the number of times it is prevalent in far-flung counties. If fire-breathing brimful locusts could devour precious economic grains down Jallah’s Town just half-mile from the President’s office, few yards from the Legislature, and 2 to 3 miles from her Fish-market  citadel, let’s guess how many more 10-headed dragon-beasts are looting and prowling secluded county funds under the costume of implementing some get-rich-quick scheme, PRS so-called! With the hoax President’s approval ratings fast plummeting based on her inferred approval of corrupt bureaucrats; and now that the fighting anointing just dried off the Justice Minister, who recently surrendered and eventually disarmed at the feet of heroes and heroines of corruption, Liberia is disaster-prone if the rogue-regime perpetuates.

With the chief persecutor now confronting his chief prosecutors in The Hague coop, leaving behind a bequest that proves Idi Amin’s legacy was craved and bequeathed upon him, the distinction between Taylor’s and Sirleaf’s regime lies in how the victims were cold-bloodedly sent to their graves; whilst Taylor utilized vigilante-brand execution methods, Sirleaf has invented shrewd political and economic kits to inflict lethal strikes on political opponents, many too wounded to see another year. In the fat of this hatched-evil lies the conservative socialist practice of the cold war, which tentacles have demised illustrious heroes like G. Bacchus Matthews. The hatred of the oligarchs against Matthews and his generational like-minds grew to disproportionate obsession and was easily revealed from the GOL’s abandonment of his martyred corpse at the pergola, to their refusal to grant his travelling credentials, leaving him a dead man confined to the impecunious Catholic ward.

 Whilst the undertaker’s footprints at Bacchus’s funeral remain freshly sprawled in the sand of this government’s economic mass murder, the Fish-market oppressor has made burials an in-camera pageant; in a country where corruption-caused economic recession is killing the poor more rapidly than the war, graves are no longer optical, for Sirleaf’s high walls flanked around the Palm grove Cemetery conceals the mass murder.   With a ‘Recessionary scenario’ plaguing the state-run financial system, a bright and breezy business burgeon for underprivileged people’s casket-makers reigns; in the thick of this mêlée, the Sirleaf stooges and yobbos sit at ease enthroned above the afflictions; too busy  loading export financial cargoes  in the remaining years of the Con Queen’s scheme of plunder, ransack, thievery, and aggravated banditry.

As we embrace 2010, it’s a pity that Sirleaf’s unctuous sergeant-majors intensify their end-of-the-year argument about the achievements they force upon themselves; whilst new clinics are hard to see, the few they have sacrificed out of the minimal of their share of the national loots, remain accessible only to a few. With medical practitioners redirecting drugs from the few public hospitals to their private clinics, the deprived poor remains bed-ridden without a penny, and without a chance to survive a treatable condition. Now that kidney/organ trafficking quietly booms, poor victims dying penniless of the most common sickness may soon sell their organs to raise money for a coffin! These are the full truths the world cannot continue to ignore; unrepresentative democratic imperialism polluting Liberia, and we are expected to synchronize our hard-earned vertical standards to suit the elite hypocrisy buried deep in the cesspit of financial gangsterism! The world must hearken fast if its Liberia guinea-pig scenario will not be a disastrous hypothesis.

 The excessive zeal of  the Sirleaf hoodlums in their defence of her desecrated office leaves me panicky as to their purpose in a regime that is reprehensibly a multi-dimensional failure amidst the ocean-flow of diplomatic and unmatched support pumping in from the four corners of the earth. That sons of indigenous farmers and hunters will be lucratively recruited to Mickey-mouse one or two public corporations, and repeatedly referenced as examples of aboriginal participation in decision-making, is a sad interval that immortalizes the apartheid strategy in South Africa. To import an intermixture of hustlers and flunkies from the white-world with authority to ramble the seat of power whilst native brothers secure the treasury until shipment time cannot protract for long. Are these brothers aware of the millions in investments the TRC’s US$ 10,000 convict has scattered around the world; looted capital stockpile clandestinely managed by her sons? Are they au-courant with details of the moral dwarf’s private bank run by one of her sons; her newly built hospital in South Africa, etc, etc?

No doubt the history of Liberia has once again been punctuated as of old; ruling families have re-emerged, and class barriers solidify. The last time I browsed the ledger of the politically strong, memories of the True Whigs revived. The aphorism ‘We play with the tools the gods give us’ fulfils in the brazen disposition of the indicted war-financier. Importing a bunch of exiles of the good, back and ugly breed, and dishing-out huge sums for ‘Experts’ services that can be skillfully performed by innumerable members of the domestic workforce explains the incontrovertible commitment of the displaced President in driving down our political throats the hook, line and sinker of the oligarchy scheme of things.

The evil that paralyzed our country and subjugated indigenous culture for a century has gone full-cycle. The temple of the Masonic craft, home of the True wig, standing in proud modishness after a convoluted renovation whilst JFK towers in deplorability, a floodgate registry is wide opened for former and present tax-rogues, most walking in the courtroom and walking away freemen just by the consistent blink of the eye to remind the judge of the Masonic fraternity!

What other visual does the international community needs in the attitude of the unconscionable hierarchical pirates of Liberia; groveling instruments in their frolics, abusing and flouting everything called system and law! In Sirleaf’s animal farm classic, proven corruptors are wholeheartedly embraced as recurrent dining colleagues; war criminals are given premier seats in the castle, with blood-stained killer boots displayed in the hall of fame; economic saboteurs are rewarded with Mayoral accolade, whilst officials’ private castles proverbially hit the skyline even before the close of the first quarter in office!

If this is the best we bring to the self-rule doctrine as we drag towards two-hundred years of historical bluff, then the nostalgic for our once detested colonial pastime grows stronger than any willingness to remain kneeling to the oppressions of misrule orchestrated by miscreants, jackanapes and democratic scallywags. Those who so much flagship our historical importance on the high seas of democratic independence are summoned to debate above the crumbs thrown to ridiculed masses by unconscionable leaders, perfect replicas of the rotten shards  interminably falling from a defiled seat of government.

Now that the Sirleaf tenure is a proven marshland of socio-economic inadequacies, it’s high time for a formidable resistance movement as we leapfrog into an epoch of historical rephrase.  With a floundering economy tilting her head to a shameful bow considering her economic credentials from prestigious Harvard; harboring a bunch of impotent dilettantes in higher-ups without results to match; a myriad cortege of imbeciles polluting the inferior thrones disguised as Development Superintendents; the Sirleaf iniquity has reached unendurable crescendo. As her feet is firmly held to the fire over the irretrievable TRC edited testimony, the Security Council’s assets freeze compulsion, endemic fraud, and the much condemned prosecutorial fatigue in favor of dismissed rogue-governors; the tiptoeing habit of Sirleaf through Liberia’s political minefield, amidst massive catcalls for her resignation, is a blitzkrieg that could spiral everything out of control sooner than later.

Distinguished for her violent Teflon summarized in the axiom “It takes war to make peace”, Sirleaf’s proverbial polio-feet, crippled by the cancer of corruption, have offended the delicate dance of international diplomacy that once insulated her. Inasmuch Madame has attained celebrity on the global political dais; the untold disillusionment in the corrupt-scandal she heaped on her partners may be the lighting rod now creating a chasm between them. To pile the insult, the Sirleaf cartel has assume the antithesis of a democratic architecture on a bare minimal analysis. She has sadly lost her maverick and all that is left is to carefully figure out an alternative through a well-guided electoral process; an intellectual patriot that will clean the mess the incumbent has created without the ability to clean-house.

Nevertheless this full-truth, Sirleaf is taken hostage in chains; not by political opponents, but members of the regime’s cadre who envisage no further political life after her democratic interment.  As they pressurize the failed leader to force a second term, against the irrevocable rulings of the TRC testimony, these mercenaries forlornly existing within the command chain are the hoity-toity who would rather create a footstool of the nation in order to accomplish immoderate political projections. Responsively, the whole bunch of the inevitably retiring oligarchs and progressive flunkies who have done well in leading Liberia downward must hearken to the caution that an individual or a bouquet of destroyers of political morality will be disallowed from trampling underfoot The Law! Against such scheme and tyranny creating the second-term frontline in 2011, a mass resistance movement unseen in the democratic practice rapidly evolves! It will be resistance without retreat until the sledgehammer of impunity and its disciples of imperial rule are besmirched and overthrown.  Ours seek to mobilize the human spoils of war into a gallant political frontier to stand tall in the hostility, bearing custodian mission-responsibilities to forestall the scheme of legal plunder being hatched by the incumbent oligarchs.  

Even folks in the forsaken Unity Party on whose ticket the Chinese stooge-President ascended are wide awake of the Sirleaf’s lost leadership mantle; the maverick of misapprehension that was so evidently a cascade of the ’06 Inauguration has grown wings, leaving behind a feeble figure whose convoy has been twice-battered by stone-throwing infants most likely exasperated by the disingenuous ‘Papa na come’ ignominy. Without exaggeration, the psyche of the domestic grassroots has just been freshly awakened, and now seeks expression through many outlets.  The swiftness at which jubilation swept over the country when misinformation escalated about ‘death of the President’ in a US hospital recreates the tragedy of past leaders who became so unpopular with the enraged masses that death was unjustifiably prayed to visit them! Whilst I would always desire the longevity of any sitting leader, no matter the length and width of their malevolence, my point here is to admonish the failed leader to refuse to give-in to the selfish demands of her immediate inner-circle and submit to the rule of law; for leaders who became headstrong and unyielding only ended up laid far deeper beneath the feet of the enraged oppressed!

Why would the despot continue to be misleadingly emboldened by the illusory heroism of the turf hunters, who continue to shut their consciousness against the ‘Pillar of salt’ this rogue-regime has become for looking back on the promises! Despite this simmering mirage of unmatched size, time is up for the people’s sabbatical, the day of rest now belongs to the past as we foresee the promise land and fight to take possession. Like the rest of our long list of history for being the first black African country to do this and do that, the Madame has been beautifully finessed by chronology as first female President without any moral distinction to her male counterparts of yesteryear.

Like Moses, hence, she was assured the promised land, but is now forbidden by her innumerable political sins from entering it; her psyche continuously visualizes the milk and honey that overflows its valleys, and the beauty of its orchards; but she cannot descend Mount Nebo, the vantage point from where Moses viewed Canaan and dropped the mantle for Joshua, who led the fighting forces across Jordan.

Unlike King David, Sirleaf’s stubbornness permitted her the Presidency, but like David, she is unpermitted to build the destroyed city and the Temple of God, which is typecasts in the Providence Baptist Church, the host of our declaration of Independence. 

The Lord seeks ‘Our wise King Solomon’ to build the city, for his father’s hands are too bloodstained to build after his many years of plunder. This is the debacle of the Foreign Ministry tenant; her hand stinks with the odors of spilled innocent blood, and so she fights against natural spiritual principles that cannot be conquered in prayer! Unless she bows out nothing she does will matter; her destiny is fixated like a gathering rain that must fall in its season.  The anointing has shifted to a different direction. Like the King David classic, Saul must give-in to the Lord’s chosen political combatant destined to defeat and humiliate the Goliaths of economic and social hardship. This is the message for the Sirleaf kingdom, and blessed is she that hearkens!

Howbeit, the critical grassroots forces have begun an astronomical evolution into a mobilized front. They are the advancing democratic forces marching without rifles, but with a heart full of unrelenting determination to change the fouled system. They will not break rank; neither will they disintegrate when the superior army of tyranny gun down a ten, or twenty, or hundred; for they are aware that killing even a thousand will not be more tragic than the 250,000 demised over a 14-year period, therefore they march on no matter the casualty!  

They are Liberia’s truest revolutionary navy seals skirmishing for the alteration of the old order. Their motivation, unlike the 14-year cannibals and fortune soldiers, is drawn from lessons gleaned from Mahatma Gandhi’s classic history of nonviolent militancy. They are the cerebrals of Martin Luther King, Jr., choosing to die standing than grow old amidst crippling corruptibility. 

The marching song faintly trumpets in the long distance, and the multitudes in their cross-sections galvanize, ears deaf to the fading echoes of the propaganda-dwarfs gnawing on the crumbs thrown their way by the con queen; and the sweet of the crumbs made abundant by the con lady has come to be the luckless poisonous diet short-circuiting indigenous compatriots who gate-crashed into the Sirleaf-gravy train delivered by the notorious vote-robber, turned Anti-corruption Chairman!

Where is the dignity in the history we boast of; or is it the century-old social torture chambers created by the Americo-Liberianists, with full approval from Washington, to keep their indigenous landlords shackled in pigpens unfit for the elite’s dogs feeding on the fat of cattle raised by native labor!

 Every time the native strives to transcend class barriers, ignoring the harsh rule inflicted on their forefathers, here comes the American Chickens with their standards and yard sticks for political participation! Of old, the returnees who came in search for land to perch their tents, exploited their connections with Washington to become the sole political voices; how stupefied to hear that they were definers of citizenship; then they drew their discriminatory guidelines for eligible voters; the native landowners had to worked-out their way to eligibility by owning properties that lie in the exclusive domain of the governors!

When conscious men rose up to challenge this political mayhem, our mothers were left home to cook whilst their fathers participated in cosmetic elections; when universal suffrage was granted women, then came the elite standard requiring education as the sole requirement for political radicalization. Now that the indigenous have ascended their academic frequencies, the new-set standard is to covet a credential from an American University!

Hey! Times have change, and we have mounted the rostrum to create political equilibrium for all irrespective of your name, sex or class; the poor deserves to eat whether he’s educated or not, just as the rich must live, irrespective of his parental lineage! Hence, to deny the poor the food he justly deserves is to deny the rich the protection he much requires! This is the quid pro quo that cannot be exterminated, but cannot be achieved whilst the corrupt officials ship their stolen millions away, yet unconscionably dismisses and send to jail a sweeper who takes a loaf of bread to feed his children!

These are the socially brutalized sons and daughters that are mobilized in the fight for justice; the verbose rhetoric of the power rogue-rogues has lost its charm, for a hungry stomach has no ears! In this time, and now it is, the oppressed will be critical, proactively sober and swift against disqualified war-crimes contenders of the coming elections. They are adherents of Martin Luther, armed with the TRC thesis as peerless basis for reform. They sit hearkened to the assuring choral of Mahatma Gandhi’s spiritual classes being held in the chassis of historical consciousness.

Though the power-brokers rely on the might of international troopers whose war machines roam the streets where there are no wars whilst armed robbers invade the communities, we remain resolute, knowing that the UN has more important obligations than clampdown on peaceful civilians. Nevertheless, fully conscious of the diabolic orders stretching from the con Queen’s office to security chiefs, and the NSA, which has developed a reputation as a money-sucking black hole of political correctness; we are even more determined, unarmed!

The British were booming in their subjugation of India until Gandhi stood up to challenge the occupiers. Comparatively, Indian was sufficiently dwarfed by the mighty power of the British 10 to 1, except that India’s determination to be freemen was a pledge that grew mightier than any assembled occupying forces King George could muster! India’s unarmed non-violent dissenters confronted the British fully armed. In the end, the British army was defeated by an Indian army disarmed! The strategy was simple; the Indians understood that it was better to die standing than kneeling slaves of British occupation.

These dual passports foreign occupiers can save a fight when they quietly pack out, or maintain their defiance to their detriment! Liberians in the Diaspora and beyond; brothers despairing in the villages of underdevelopment amidst misapplied county-development funds; roaming sisters at midnight pubs coerced into unwilling prostitution as an escape-route from the hardships of the times; former civil servants downsized to make rooms needed to accommodate less qualified American chickens coming home to roost; the Media, new targets of state-driven financial rupture based on their ethical decision to maintain the credibility of their pages, not wanting to adulterate their sheets to government-sponsored mercenaries of the pen; all the poor in their wilderness of despair, this is the hour requiring you to join the resistance against these corrupt occupiers.

History is about to be repeated as was in the British’s defeat at the feet of the grassroots of India. We are in multitude and stronger than them, and we can win them and the war against corruption by preventing the political re-ascendance of their criminal cartel exploiting the system. We cannot permit their perpetual astronomy, for in it is the danger of more money, more power, and we end up chained at their feet.

There have always been two frontlines, two sides of the coin, two sides in war; and it’s always the poor versus the rich, the weak against the strong, and the rich always win except the battle line is threshold out of the court system! In this case, we cannot win the corruption aggression in the courts unless we disarm the desecrated power-carriers, and remove the Masonic obstacles and their accompanying influence–peddling standing in the way. Worst of all, the opponents in the fight are foreign occupiers! This makes the warfare even more delicate; it must be well managed and protected from vandalism and extreme radicalism. It must be nonviolent consistent with the rule of law, and this is necessary because, most of the capital investments of the occupiers are situated afar whilst their children live and feed in the shadow of the luxury they easily create at the expense of poor Liberians.

Come on people, mobilize and believe in your patriotism, we are the poor Indians against the defeated mighty army of the British Sirleafs; we are David backed by God, versus their Goliaths of oppression, and you know who will win. Join the resistance Movement for Change, and be a part of the V-Movement; V for victory. Have you wondered about Obama’s victory against America’s Iraq invaders? Bush and the Republicans had so much power to invade a major Middle-eastern power but could not quench the momentum of Barack Obama! Reason? The people wanted change, and they stood up for it. Stand with us and fight against the re-ascendance of the corrupt cartel and its leader, Ellen Johnson Sirleaf; Liberia’s con Queen, now ripe for prosecution.

Mulbah K. Morlu, Jr.

Aka Gen. Jack Lloy

28^th December 2009
Monrovia, Liberia