“Sam is short for one of his titles, SamaEl meaning “poison those of EL.” He knows his name. He calls himself Uncle Sam or Dr. Seuss (Zues) with his famous statement, “Sam I Am, I Am Sam.” This is what they teach the children; not ours however, for they will get right knowledge.”
For 400 years Nuwaubians of the West and throughout the world, were in longing of the Master teacher.One who could answer all the questions of the world clearing up the lies and falsehood of our-story. One who could provide pure facts and proof as his tool to back his claims. Now someone has raised up amongst us and his name is DR. MALACHI Z. YORK. Dr. York answers the question:
Everyone loves frikkin’ Johnny Depp as the Keith Richards inspired pirate in those goddamn Disney films, but when it comes to REAL DEAL PIRATES, grimey Somalis with rusty RPGs, then you got the world shakin’ scared shitless, forkin’ over millions and shuttin’ their mouths in embarrassment, until they turn around and cry to the U.N…Boo-Hoo…It’s ghetto tax, bitches!
The whole situation smells like the chickens comin’ home to roost. We can only shit on the third world for so long before we see global repercussions, these guys want nice clothes and shiny RPG’s just like us Westerners. We’re creatin’ robbin’ hoods who are becomin’ local legends.
These pirates look pretty well funded ‘n crispy, compared to the others I’ve seen.
“People in Garoowe, a town south of Boosaaso, describe a certain high-rolling pirate swagger. Flush with cash, the pirates drive the biggest cars, run many of the town’s businesses — like hotels — and throw the best parties, residents say. Fatuma Abdul Kadir said she went to a pirate wedding in July that lasted two days, with nonstop dancing and goat meat, and a band flown in from neighboring Djibouti.” – NYT
“The pirates are sea savvy. They are fearless. They are rich and getting richer, with the latest high-tech gadgetry like handheld GPS units. And they are united. The immutable clan lines that have pitted Somalis against one another for decades are not a problem here. Several captured pirates interviewed in Boosaaso’s main jail said that they had recently crossed clan lines to open new, lucrative, multiclan franchises.” – NYT
“The problem facing foreign navies’ efforts to interdict pirates, says Mwangura, is their failure to address both the anarchy that prevails in Somalia and grievances over illegal fishing and toxic-waste-dumping in their waters that has prompted many local fishermen to sign up with pirate crews.”
““All you need is three guys and a little boat, and the next day you’re millionaires,” said Abdullahi Omar Qawden, a former captain in Somalia’s long-defunct navy.” – NYT
“The pirates are also sprinkled across thousands of square miles of water, from the Gulf of Aden, at the narrow doorway to the Red Sea, to the Kenyan border along the Indian Ocean. Even if the naval ships manage to catch pirates in the act, it is not clear what they can do. In September, a Danish warship captured 10 men suspected of being pirates cruising around the Gulf of Aden with rocket-propelled grenades and a long ladder. But after holding the suspects for nearly a week, the Danes concluded that they did not have jurisdiction to prosecute, so they dumped the pirates on a beach, minus their guns.”
Able to transport two million barrels of oil, the Saudi-owned Sirius Star is one of the pirates’ latest seizures.
“The pirates use fast-moving skiffs to pull alongside their prey and scamper on board with ladders or sometimes even rusty grappling hooks. Once on deck, they hold the crew at gunpoint until a ransom is paid, usually $1 million to $2 million. Negotiations for the Ukrainian freighter are still going on, and it is likely that because of all the publicity, the price for the ship could top $5 million.” – NYT
“Various photographs of pirates in situ indicate that their weapons are predominantly AK47 assault rifles, RPG-7 rocket launchers and semi-automatic pistols. Additionally, given the particular origin of their weaponry, they are likely to have hand grenades such as the RGD-5.” – Wiki
“In other well-known pirate dens, like Garoowe, Eyl, Hobyo and Xarardheere, pirates have become local celebrities.
Said Farah, 32, a shopkeeper in Garoowe, said the pirates seemed to have money to burn.
“If they see a good car that a guy is driving,” he said, “they say, ‘How much? If it’s 30 grand, take 40 and give me the key.’ ”
Every time a seized ship tosses its anchor, it means a pirate shopping spree. Sheep, goats, water, fuel, rice, spaghetti, milk and cigarettes — the pirates buy all of this, in large quantities, from small towns up and down the Somali coast. Somalia’s seafaring thieves are not like the Barbary pirates, who terrorized European coastal towns hundreds of years ago and often turned their hostages into galley slaves chained to the oars. Somali pirates are known as relatively decent hosts, usually not beating their hostages and keeping them well-fed until payday comes.”
The pirates holding the Ukrainian merchant ship Faina display the crew to the US Navy, which had insisted on verifying that the men were alive and well.
“The package at the end of a parachute shown in U.S. Navy photographs floating gently down onto the deck of the Sirius Star last week held the key to securing the release of the captive Saudi supertanker: a ransom reported to be as much as $3 million in bank notes. A day later, the ship’s owners announced that the vessel held by Somali pirates since mid-November had been freed, and its crew members were all safe.”
“In a bizarre twist of fate, however, most of the pirates didn’t get to enjoy their ill-gotten gains: according to the account by the Somali-based news site Somaliweyn Media Center, the pirates were “singing in colorful tone and exchanging some ridiculous words” while motoring back to shore in bad weather when one of their skiffs capsized. Five pirates are believed to have drowned; four survived but lost their booty. The body of one pirate washed up with a bag containing more than $150,000 in cash — a fortune by Somali standards. The pirates’ grim end even resulted in some small-scale redistribution of wealth: “Pastoralists traveling along the shore have slowly collected dollars floating on the surface of the sea, and some brought by the ebb tide to shore,” read the account on the Somaliweyn site. ”
“There have been both positive and negative effects of the pirates’ economic success. Local residents have complained that the presence of so many armed men makes them feel insecure, and that their freespending ways cause wild fluctuations in the local exchange rate. Others fault them for excessive consumption of alcoholic beverages and khat.
On the other hand, many other residents appreciate the rejuvenating effect that the pirates’ on-shore spending and re-stocking has had on their impoverished towns, a presence which has oftentimes provided jobs and opportunity when there were none. Entire hamlets have in the process been transformed into veritable boomtowns, with local shop owners and other residents using their gains to purchase items such as generators — allowing full days of electricity, once an unimaginable luxury.” –Wiki
“Nobody, it seems, has a clear plan for how to tame Somalia’s unruly seas. Several fishermen along the Gulf of Aden talked about seeing barrels of toxic waste bobbing in the middle of the ocean. They spoke of clouds of dead fish floating nearby and rogue fishing trawlers sucking up not just fish and lobsters but also the coral and the plants that sustain them. It was abuses like these, several men said, that turned them from fishermen into pirates.” – NYT
“The pirate city of Eyl is Somalia’s only boomtown. In a country that has seen 14 provisional governments since 1991 — all of them corrupt — high-seas hijackings have been the best business in town, and may net upwards of $100 million this year.” – Fox News
The fact that I used to work at a horse farm came up in conversation over dinner the other night. Adek told me about the black cowboys of Northern Philly, homeboys wearin’ Jordans on horseback, ridin’ through dilapidated hoods, hookin’ up abandoned houses as stables. It was some of the best shit I’ve heard in awhile. So here’s what I found on ’em… Martha Camarillo has documented the phenomena first in a Life magazine cover story, then a book and documentary (in progress) called Fletcher Street.
“In the heart of downtown Philadelphia, among abandoned buildings and impoverished neighborhoods where drugs and unemployment pervade, is a place called Fletcher Street. A block that upon first glance looks just like all the others, that is, until you see the horses and hear their hoof beats.
Horses? In the middle of the ghetto? Surprisingly, yes. They have been here for years, when the African American community thrived in Philadelphia, before drugs and unemployment steadily encompassed healthy neighborhoods and they disintegrated into urban war zones.
Despite it all, the horses have stayed, and they have because of the small, passionate, dedicated group of men determined to reclaim their neighborhood and their children. In this fight, they use the one thing that they know, love and trust, the horses.
Conventionally perceived as symbols of social status and privilege, horses have long been an integral part to the Fletcher Street community. The horses of Fletcher Street, with names like; Red Pony, Champ, Power, White Chick, One Eye and Easy Like Sunday Morning, provide the unique window into Fletcher street’s brotherhood. And they, like their owners, have their own cruel experiences, many of them saved from low-end auctions and slaughterhouses.
They are diamonds in the rough, young men and horses, and small everyday accomplishments build strong bonds among steeds and riders. The relationships between man and animal fuel an immense source of pride, accomplishment and sense of worth and reveal astounding, arresting and contradictory testaments to pre-conceived notions and theories that encircle the young black male in America.
Among the visual and emotional juxtapositions, are common themes that run through most stories of family; love mixed with discipline, laughter tinged with disappointment, pride in one’s own, and those that are specific to places like Fletcher Street; kids without homes, absent father’s and drug addicted mothers, 12 year olds with wrap sheets, grown men who have lost too much to the streets, isolation, and the absence of belief- in themselves, their city, their country.
In the background of Fletcher Street, looms gentrification. As outside economic interests increase their influence, old neighborhoods give way to bulldozers and new money. Unless Fletcher Street can stem the tide, there is a good chance that this hidden segment of American culture will slip away for good.
Fletcher Street fascinates, frustrates and inspires. Rich personal stories interwoven with the community’s struggle to retain its identity and future will challenge perceptions and shed light onto a neighborhood worth saving.”