A film was made about the Lord Resistance Army (LRA) in East Africa and went viral on the internet as the expression goes. This brought memories to me, some of which go back a few years and some a few decades. Because I did not write on this subject directly since I started the current website, the memories that came to the surface were spotty but they fit into a general pattern that indicated they were mostly related subjects. There were some oddities however. In fact, the memory of a few odd incidents came up as well, incidents that I could not see how they would fit into the pattern. Also, I could not at first understand why my sub-conscience (if there is such a thing) was insisting that a relationship existed between these odd incidents and the general pattern.
My dealings with sub-Saharan Africa began when, at the age of one and a half years, the great war was coming to an end, and my parents decided there were opportunities in Ethiopia they should pursue. Off they went, taking me and my brothers (my sisters were not born yet), and where my father met with success. I remember two things from my early childhood. One was probably the first moment that I felt anxiety, a moment of which I have a photograph to remind me of. It shows a child of maybe three years of age sitting on a horse. I don't remember a thing of that day except that I was left alone on the horse (for someone to take the picture) and the animal moved one step. I felt anxious and I still remember that feeling. Other than that, life in Ethiopia has been a very pleasant one during the years that we lived there. In fact, the other thing I remember is my mother telling anyone that asked, how the Ethiopian people were the most gentle and most helpful people she ever met. And this notion stayed with me as I was growing.
Eventually, we went back to Egypt in the mid-fifties after a stay of various durations in other places. It was then that I began to hear of strife, insurrection and tribal wars in Africa, something that did not make sense to me because I had grown with the idea that the Africans were not capable of violence. I was a teenager by then, an age at which other things preoccupied me, and so I paid little attention to world events and to the unfolding of history on the Continent. Seven years later we came to Canada. It took us a few years to get established after which I put myself through college working only part-time when I could afford it or full-time when I needed to replenish my bank account.
Things occur in college that you do not expect. One of those happened to me when I was taking a course in African films. What was shown to us were mostly newsreel footage about Africa, and documentaries that, in most part, depicted the ill-treatment of Blacks in South Africa. But there were a few exceptions, especially in West Africa where they made some excellent docudramas. In fact, a number of filmmakers from Senegal were invited to come to Canada and stay on campus during the week that their films were shown. Since I was living on campus, my professor asked me if I would accompany them and show them around when we were not in class or in the projection room. I said yes and took advantage of the situation by conducting interviews with them which I used to write several articles.
I also compared notes with them having lived a number of happy years as a child in East Africa. This is when I learned that my experience was so removed in time, in space and in circumstance from theirs, the two experiences had very little in common. Not only that, but one of the Senegalese had also lived in East Africa for a while, and he had horror stories to tell about White missionaries that went to the Continent for one reason only; to sexually abuse little Black boys and make pornographic films about them. The subject was so shocking to me and to them, we could not dwell on it long enough for me to gather enough details. All I could tell was that what happened to that man and to his friends was much worse than the footage and the documentaries I saw about South Africa.
A few years after that, I was out of college. Africa came up to my consciousness again when oil was discovered in Nigeria which is in West Africa, and a civil war erupted there. A province called Biafra became the focus of attention because unimaginable horror stories were coming out of there. Only then, did I understand the rage that was exhibited in some of the docudramas made by the filmmakers in neighboring Senegal. A few of the stories they told in their films dealt with the White man's exploitation of Blacks, and what was happening in Biafra looked like a replay of that scenario, situations akin to what those men had lived through in their own country.
I kept up with the developments in Africa since that time. Most of what I saw and heard was sad news but there was nothing I could do about it except refuse to associate myself with anything that would aggravate the situation for the people who live there. In fact, I received an offer at one time from a group to work on a project related to the Sudan, and I refused it on the spot despite the fact that I was desperate to have work in the field. What the group wanted to do was the exact opposite of what I knew was the truth. I knew that missionaries from England and from North America were buying and selling slaves in Sudan, and yet what the group was asking me to do was to work on a documentary that said the Arabs were the culprits. I suggested instead that we do a film about the Lord Resistance Army whose members were committing the sort of pornographic horror that the filmmaker from Senegal was saying happened in East Africa. And this suggestion of mine convinced the group that I should remain on the blacklist.
What I found disgusting over the years is the extent to which fanatic Jews and fanatic Christians from pedophile America got involved in the subject of Africa and took ownership of it. Their aim has been to kill the truth and to create an alternate reality to further their goals, especially after the discovery of oil in the Sudan. I could see Biafra playing itself out all over again. As it happened, the demons and their cohorts got hold of prominent people such as actors in their prime who seek accolades for something they can do outside their profession, and aging actors who will do anything to stay in the limelight for as long as they can while watching their star fade away with age. Those demons worked on the media and the US Congress to keep the Lord Resistance Army in business, keep the tribal wars going in Africa, maintain the exploitation of that Continent and get their share of the wealth and the sexual gratification they crave.
These were the memories that came to mind when the film about the LRA went viral on the internet. But then something happened, and what seemed to be unrelated subjects began to knock at my consciousness. There was a story I was told long ago but found too trivial to pursue at the time. It was the story of a televangelist that the Jewish organizations could not bring under their control the way that they did when they blackmailed the televangelists who had a skeleton in their closet. And so they played the trump card on this one. What they did was to get one of those low-life, stinking creature and dog-like, maximally disgusting and filthy prostitute in the United States Congress to threaten that he would trigger an investigation on the televangelist thus ruin him in the process if he did not relent and do as commanded by the Jewish organizations.
Eventually, the televangelist relented and did as he was told. It was to go to Israel, meet Netanyahu and praise him like a God while asserting at the same time that Israel belongs to the Jews and not the Palestinians. And yes, there is one more thing to reveal here; it is that the televangelist is of Palestinian origin. The whole episode was filmed by an ever present camera crew, and was shown in the synagogues and the basement of churches where the Christians who call themselves friends of Israel gather to learn of the many splendid ways by which to prostitute themselves and teach their children how to worship the Jew.
At first, I could not make out why this subject was retrieved from my memory. And then it clicked. It was the fact that when the film about the LRA was going viral, the Jewish organizations found it necessary to play their trump card again. And like before, they called on the low-life, stinking creatures and dog-like, maximally disgusting and filthy prostitutes in the United States Congress to trigger an investigation on the Sudan where the LRA did commit and still does the horrors I was told were being committed by pedophiles disguised as Christian missionaries.
The aim here is to create the noise that would dampen the effect of the LRA film, and to divert attention away from the horror that is plaguing Africa today. And if you want proof that this is the intention, suffice it to say three letters: PBS. Only this anti-Arab, anti-African virulent arm of the Jewish propaganda machine took up the story of the congressional investigation regarding the Sudan and ran away with it.
This alone should tell you that this whole stinking charade was organized by the Jewish organizations.