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Midgaan, Gabooye, Madhibaan – Persecuted Communities and Massacred Somalis in Lawless Somaliland

Dr. Muhammad Shamsaddin Megalommatis
June 24, 2008

In an earlier article about the chaos, the tyranny, and the disintegration that have characterized Northern Somalia over the past few months (under the title ´Stop the Ethnic Cleansing in Darfur, Ogaden and Gabooye (Lawless Entity Somaliland)´ – http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/64957), I focused on the oppression of Gabooye, who – contrarily to their will – have been engulfed within the territory of the secessionist and lawless entity Somaliland, one of Africa´s most tyrannical realms whereby a Mafia gang rules around dictator Riyaale and his omnipotent, greedy and merciless wife Huda Barkhad – the African version of Elena Ceausescu.

As I promised to expand, I re-publish here three consecutive articles elaborated by a Somali originating from Northern Somalia – the territory of the illegal and lawless pseudo-state of Somaliland. They testify to the veracity of my analysis and the pertinence of my conclusions, totally demolishing the idiocies compiled by tyrant Riyaale´s illiterate and ignorant employees, notably Abdulaziz Al Motairi, Dalmar Kaahin, and Ahmed Ali Sabeyse.

As the oppression and the persecution of all the non Isaaq tribes has been the focus of the local Mafia administration, I will soon come up with further features in an effort to highlight the really abominable nature of the Shame called Somaliland.

The New Midgaan (Part I)

http://www.hiiraan.com/2005/june/op/Abdishakur_Jawhar_PartOne.htm

By Abdishakur Jowhar MD, FRCP(C), DABPN

There are days that come to define the life of a nation. Some instantly mark out their nature in glory or infamy. Others are days of trial and Zithromax sale tribulation that manifest their decisive nature only with the passage of time, in retrospect. May 13, 2005 is such a day in the history of all Somalis in general and in that of Somaliland in particular.

On that day in the year 2005 hundreds of Gabooye demonstrators stood up to be counted, in a most peaceful demonstration, in Hargaysa, the Capital of Somaliland. The Midgaan and Gabooye are members of minority Somali tribes, indistinguishable in any way from the rest of society, who have been subjected to discrimination, humiliation and dehumanization at the hands of their fellow Somali brethren simply because they belong to a particular tribal subgroup of Somali society.

As I promised to expand, I re-publish here three consecutive articles elaborated by a Somali originating from Northern Somalia – the territory of the illegal and lawless pseudo-state of Somaliland. They testify to the veracity of my analysis and the pertinence of my conclusions, totally demolishing the idiocies compiled by tyrant Riyaale´s illiterate and ignorant employees, notably Abdulaziz Al Motairi, Dalmar Kaahin, and Ahmed Ali Sabeyse.

As the oppression and the persecution of all the non Isaaq tribes has been the focus of the local Mafia administration, I will soon come up with further features in an effort to highlight the really abominable nature of the Shame called Somaliland.

The New Midgaan (Part I)

http://www.hiiraan.com/2005/june/op/Abdishakur_Jawhar_PartOne.htm

By Abdishakur Jowhar MD, FRCP(C), DABPN

There are days that come to define the life of a nation. Some instantly mark out their nature in glory or infamy. Others are days of trial and tribulation that manifest their decisive nature only with the passage of time, in retrospect. May 13, 2005 is such a day in the history of all Somalis in general and in that of Somaliland in particular.

On that day in the year 2005 hundreds of Gabooye demonstrators stood up to be counted, in a most peaceful demonstration, in Hargaysa, the Capital of Somaliland. The Midgaan and Gabooye are members of minority Somali tribes, indistinguishable in any way from the rest of society, who have been subjected to discrimination, humiliation and dehumanization at the hands of their fellow Somali brethren simply because they belong to a particular tribal subgroup of Somali society.

The circumstances surrounding Khadar´s death are as controversial as they come. Word on the street has it that the man was killed because he was an uppity Midgaan who dared to talk back to a cop. The Minster of the Police talked about alcohol and a drunken youth attacking the police, though no one was drunk and no alcohol was found. This was a restatement of Steve Biko hitting his head against the wall.

Because of the discrepancy I quote Amnesty International. “On 13 May, Khadar Osman Dhabar died in Hargaysa hospital of numerous bullet wounds after being shot on the night of 11 May in the street by a police officer. Details of the incident are still unclear but it seems that the shooting incident occurred when two police officers approached Khadar Osman Dhabar and his two friends in the Hawl Wadag area of Hargaysa. One of the police shot him, knowing the three were members of the discriminated Gabooye minority, against whom human rights abuses are frequently perpetrated with impunity.”

Khadar Aden Osman Dhabar was a 28-year-old Somali, a native of Hargaysa who was raised mostly in Kuwait and Viagra without prescription who worked in that country for all of his adult life. Like many of us Diaspora Somalis, he left his wife and his three children in Kuwait and he went back for a short visit to his hometown Hargaysa. He went there to quench his thirst for the familiar scenes, sights and smells of his childhood. He has planned and saved for the trip. He prepared himself for the joy and rapture that accompanies reconnection with one´s own roots. But that was not to be. Instead hatred and a killer´s bullet awaited him in the streets of his own city, streets that were safe for every one else but not for him. Khadar was born on that soil and he was murdered on it, his blood quenching its perpetual thirst for human sacrifice. The police version however is more confused and it seems deliberately so.

This much is obvious. Khadar died because his path crossed that of an evil man, who doubled as a rotten apple within the Somaliland Police force. He died in the hands of discrimination, bigotry and Viagra order no prescription socially sanctioned injustice. He was murdered by the same evil that lynched innocent men here in the United States and that gassed millions in Germany in WWII, the same evil that massacred thousands in Hargaysa in the late 80ies and hundred of thousands in Rwanda in the 90ies. Khadar fell a victim to Hatred. Hatred that Somaliland is poised to defeat today with the help of Allah and the determination of all of its citizens.

May 13, 2005 is the day we, Somalilanders, found our own Rosa Parks. Amazing it is the simple steps that matter the most in changing the course of nations. Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat and unleashed the civil rights movement here in the US. In Hargaysa Khadar Osman refused to give up a cigarette and became a martyr of a nation and a hero for all those who suffer injustice everywhere in the world. Brothers and Cialis professional no prescription sisters of Somaliland as we struggle to achieve justice and equality for our entire nation, we must learn to remember those who paid the ultimate price in the struggle. It is incumbent upon us who survive to make this a day of Justice that is blind to tribal affiliation, justice for every one of every tribe. Let this day mark the moral rebirth of our nation.

Khadar is dead. I say he should not die in vain. I say his death and our silence will speak volumes to generations to come. I say we have a chance to come clean, to redeem our selves, to take a stand.

I say we repeat Khadar´s name, lest we forget. Khadar Aden Osman Dhabar. A native of Hargaysa. He is Khadar of the Idoo clan of the Talaabe Cade people, of the Haruun people of the Muuse Dhariyo tribe. He is Khadar Osman Dhabar. Our hero. Our martyr.

An Introspective Self Examination – Unequivocal Rejection (Part II)

http://www.hiiraan.com/2005/june/op/Abdishakur_Jawhar_PartTwo.htm

I am not a tribalist. I will not accept to be forced into that pigeonhole. Long time ago I decided to take an active part in formulating my own identity. And I decided to exclude the tribe from any definition of myself. It helped that I lived most of my adult life in Diaspora where I gained new identities that were unimaginable to me when I was growing up. I am a black man. I am an African in North America. I am colored. I am Moslem. I am a Canadian. I am a healer. I am a Somali of Somaliland. These are all different aspects of my identity. Every identity I have taken comes with a price tag in emotional currency and sometimes with a benefit or two. I have learned to live with all of them. Tribal identity? No. I could not live with it. I chose not to. A great many of my generation has similar discomfort with the tribal role. I suspect my Somali readers do share these same thoughts.

Early Encounters

I encountered the absurdity of tribal reasoning early on in my life. In my first year of high school in what was then Amoud Secondary School. I was asked to vote for members of my tribe for the school committee. The organizer appealed to my tribal pride right from the beginning. He informed me that the school was in “our town” and belongs to “us” and therefore “we” should be its governing body. I did not bite for I knew otherwise; the government owned the school and not my tribe.

And the clever organizer appealed to my greed and self-interest. I was informed that committee members will give me favors but only if they are of my tribe. For example they will place more food on my plate when we line up for lunch at the school cafeteria. Now this was tempting, all of us students were always hungry and food was in short supply. But I knew that many times I was at the end of the line. If many members of my tribe got extra food those of us who come late will inevitably lose out regardless of tribe affiliation. That was not very reassuring. Food was a serious business in Amoud and Order cialis lowest price I made my misgivings clear to the agitator.

He was not happy but not daunted. He wanted to bring me onboard, into the universal folds of tribal consensus. And he came up with another reason. I would be allowed (like other members of my tribe) to barrow books in the school library´s reference section. This made even less sense to me. Books are in the reference section because there are only few of them in the school. Now if members of my tribe take the reference books home all students will lose in the process. Even if I take one book home I will lose access to the 50 other books “barrowed” by other members of my tribe.

I pointed out to the tribal leader the inherent internal inconsistency of his reasoning. He was very unhappy. He branded me a troublemaker and an internal enemy of the tribe and a painful ostracism followed. But then I learned a valuable lesson: tribes in modern day Somali social life are more about corruption, favoritism and irrationality and getting unearned extra portions of food and other goods and services. To this day I have yet to see any tribal reasoning that is not as shallow and buy clomid online without prescription nonsensical as those of the tribal agitator of my childhood days.

This early incident in my life has led me to question the tribe as an integral part of myself definition and to reject it as an agent of destruction in society. I organized my first anti tribal rally in the second year of my high school. I was an anti-tribal activist in my university days. I have placed my faith in Somali nationalism until the late nineties when it died on me. I felt orphaned and lost with the death of the Somali nation and its maternal ancestral concept of Great Somalia. I eventually found refuge and an adoptive home in the emerging identity of Somaliland nationalism.

There is nothing really unique in my experience. These are the shared trials of my generation. Some remained lost in intellectual wasteland pandering to murdering tribal kingpins, others are holding on firmly to the yesterday of Great Somalia even as they hold its ashes in their hands today. And still others have found refuge in a multitude of “isms” that span the width of human thought.

Objective Self Examination

I consider myself a student of the sciences. In this fluid world of chaos and confusion I must stick with the scientific method as a means of salvation. I must not allow appearances to govern my thoughts. Where did I go wrong? Where did every body go wrong? Have I really defeated the tribe at least in the battlefield of my own conscience? Even though I think I freed myself of the tribal influence, I will subject my identity to an honest and objective self-examination.

I will call my readers who are part of my generation, in broad terms, to engage with me in this exercise for many of you will have personal experiences that parallel my own. We may be on a journey to nowhere, but at least we are not alone in it.

As I engage in introspection I am amazed at what I find in my mood, behavior and mind. Do me a favor dear reader and Viagra Online Without a Prescription consider your own reaction as you interpret my meditation in the light of your personal experience.

1. In the secrecy of my heart I count myself in my father´s tribe and not my mother´s even though I am much closer emotionally to my mother. It would have been the reverse had I been born in Ghana and practicing tribalism the Ghana style with a matriarchal lineage. Such self-identification will denote devotion to the Somali tribal system, not a rebellion against it.

2. I preferentially attend to information from my tribal region.

3. I am more likely to be emotionally upset when my tribe´s honor and dignity is attacked i.e. I take it personally.

4. I disapprove of attacks against the dignity of other Somali tribes but then I base my disapproval on cognitive terms and not on emotional terms, in other words I don´t take it personally

5. I have given more thought to Amoud University and not to Burcoa or Hargaysa University

6. I have written more letters of protest against injustices that I thought were committed against my tribe than I wrote against injustices that befell all other Somali tribes put together. This by no means denotes a shortage of atrocities that befell other tribes or an excess of them that found their way into my tribal territory. Neither is true. I must have a warped tribally laced sense of detecting atrocities.

Painful Confessions

Regardless of my anguish at its bitterness, I am must come to the obvious conclusion and I must admit that I act, think and function as a tribalist. The data must lead. The scientific method allows for no exceptions. And what a horrible conclusion to reach! I am a tribalist? Woe betides! Have I worked so hard, for so long, for naught?

As I grew up my brain must have self organized itself to allow for structural (read physical) representation of the tribe. Social identity could follow color lines, language lines, religious lines or geographic lines. And social identity could be every bit as powerful as any internalized psychological construct. I should have known this all along. But self-deception is insidious and stealthy.

I should now admit that an aspect of the tribe has remained ingrained in me all along. And I thought, in my arrogance and ignorance, that I have beaten it long, oh so long ago. I like my fellow Somalis have to learn to live with this with this handicap.

The Émigré Somali

Like me the Diaspora Somali has immigrated with an implanted self-identity of the tribe that he has no hope of beating and no hope of ever washing off. The émigré has however encountered other cultures where tribes and tribal societies are considered backward and way too primitive. So he has learned to disguise the tribal language and adopt a new lingo that says much the same thing. In Somaliland the new euphuisms for different tribal self-identity include SNM, Awdal, Sool, Sanaag and Cayn. Similar euphuisms abound in Somalia proper.

Soon after settlement the Somali émigré started the construction of tribal cyber ghettoes that live in isolated Internet websites buried deep in the enmeshed global village and the omnipresent cyber space.

A physical distance separates the Diaspora Somali from his fellow tribes men. The distance would be expected to decrease tribal nexus. But alas it had a paradoxical effect. A tribal member inside Somalia has to be careful in matters of war with other tribes for he or his immediate family members may find themselves paying the ultimate price in that war. The emigrant Somali finds himself shielded by distance from the direct and personal cost of taking extreme tribal positions. And therefore in the cyber ghettoes the tribal nomad practices a pure kind of cost free tribalism. There is mounting evidence that Somali Diaspora drives and finances not only the economy of the country of origin but also its wars and conflicts.

To end this part here I stand dear reader, frightened by the implications of my meditation and convinced that you should be just as scared. For as you will see in the next part of this series the unseen hand of evolutionary extinction is at work and we are the unsuspecting victims.

Evolutionary Stress on Tribal Society (Part III)

http://www.hiiraan.com/2005/july/op/Abdishakur_Jawhar_PartThree.htm

Behold this. There is a looming extinction of Somali Tribes. Evolution works not only at the level of species but also at the level of societies. Social organizations that are not fit to survive become extinct and Tribal Society (all over the world) has repeatedly proved itself to be unfit for survival. I mean this literally. I will come to the psychological mechanics of how tribes fail to survive in a subsequent session of this presentation. At this point I want to take the position that if what has happened in the rest of the world holds true my generation may be the last Somalis alive before the gradual pre-extinction decline takes full hold. Somali tribes have killed the Somali state and will fight its rise again to the bitter end. Somali tribes themselves are the best current candidates for evolutionary failure.

In reading through this article please keep in mind that I have established in Part II of this series that my generation of Somalis all over the world shares with me an inner unchangeable tribal identity. Somalis are what they are; tribal people and (this is the scary part) they will perish because of it. Literacy, education and individual choice cannot change this tribal identity.

A bird´s eye view of recent world history clearly reveals that tribal societies have already become extinct or are at the verge of extinction in North America, Australia and in many Latin American countries. It is sobering to note that in California where we stand today Indians outnumbered whites by 10 to 1 in 1848 less than a mere couple of centuries ago. Today in California Non-Indians outnumbers Indians by120: 1 a reversal of the ratio 12 times over. In Australia the number of aborigines is declining precipitously becoming extinct in many parts.

The last Aborigine in the Tasmania State of Australia died in May 8,1876. In India tribal societies has been transformed to what came to be known as scheduled tribes that are among the most desperate in that hierarchy obsessed nation. Many of them have become extinct and many others are on the endangered list. Wars and epidemics of newly introduced diseases fuelled the demise of these people.

She was born about 1812 of the Bruny Island people, daughter of Mangerner, Chief of the Becherche Bay people. Married to Woorrady who died when she was 20. Before she was eighteen, seal hunters had murdered her mother. Her first fiancé died while saving her from abduction. Her two sisters were abducted and sold as slaves. They were later lynched. Turganini did not get away even with death her body was exhumed by scientists curious to examine the last Aborigine. Most of her remains were displayed in the Tasmanian Museum in Hobart.

You might think that Africa survived the colonial period with an intact population and that the decline and decay is a postcolonial phenomenon. Think again. Remember that Africa has barely survived the colonial onslaught. Millions of its people were carried off to slavery and the continent was at one point bereft of the young and the productive. The slave trade that nearly emptied the continent of its population was facilitated by the tribal nature of African society that rendered the continent susceptible to the divide and rule tactics of the colonizer. The recent population growth of Africa has more to do with partial introduction of modern health care and other current population trends sweeping the globe.

Africa however continues to be the epicenter of international catastrophes, man made or otherwise. And it is all about tribes marching inexorably to survival failure and extinction. Down south the Tutsi and Hutu have created Africa´s first Genocide. Up in the North there are fears that the Arab Janjaweed may repeat the Rwanda catastrophe in the Darfur region of Sudan with the world just watching as it did before. Ivory Coast that was once the most prosperous nation South of the Sahara is in the throes of a collective self-annihilation driven by the ethnocentric and deadly tribal concept of Ivorianess. Ivory Coast is following in the footsteps of other tribally driven human suffering with unimaginable scale and frightening consequences: Sierra Leone, Liberia, and Guinea. Superimpose on this, the epidemics of AIDS, Malaria and TB that are flaming across the continent in hot competition with the colossal bloodletting for finishing off the African. Behold once again it is war and epidemics of disease. Humanists of all kinds, international philanthropists, musicians with heart, the young ones that care and politician with personal agendas all bemoan and shed tears for a continent that is on the verge of Armageddon. It is in competition with time.

In a PBS interview in the early nineties Lee Kuan Yu the father of the Singapore miracle asked why Africa was being forgotten altogether in discussions related to the emerging patterns of world power and world trade. He responded to his own question with a simple yet insightful answer. Lee Kuan Yu said that Africa would take its rightful place among nations when it transforms itself from tribes to nations. These were prophetic words.

In the whole of the continent there is no place closer to total dinosaur-like collapse than Somalia. Here is where evolution is doing its dirty work most openly. It seems that Somali tribes do not have much choice in the matter, as forces of time and history sweep them out. Tribe members both at home and in Diaspora find themselves blindly and irrationally following the most unsavory, psychopathic and undesirable elements in society to their eminent detriment. In Somalia today it is the day of cutthroats, petty dictators and tribal liberator-embezzlers adored for no other reason except that they belong to the tribe and that they make killing and maiming their business.

In Somalia proper the city of Gaalkacayo is a fulcrum of sorts. Its green line is the ultimate transition. To its South the flames of tribal wars cover every town, and every hamlet with ever multiplying Warlords plucking on the juicy remnants of a nation. To its north the state of Puntland of Somalia, built on the shaky foundations of tribal order is desperately teetering on the edge of survival. Here tribal chaos has developed hooves and horns in a structure of deceptive permanence, as the “beloved” bloody colonel prepares the people of Puntland as a fodder for upcoming imminent tribal wars.

The land mass will remain. The people will vanish. The very same forces that caused the extinction of the North American Indian, the Aborigines of Australia and the tribes of Andaman and Nicobar islands of India will decimate the inhabitants.

First Wars: Wars of small tribal groups, wars of larger tribal groups, permanent wars driven primarily by the nature of the tribal beast, by ever present personal greed and by lethal regional interests and water wars (See my previous article Scenarios of Coming Wars).

Toxic Waste: It was Measles carried in blankets used as a weapon and wrapped as a gift that decimated the North American Indian population. Somali tribes will meet similar fate with the help of Toxic Waste brought home with the complements of greedy tribal politicians. Epidemics of infectious agents previously unknown to the immune system of local inhabitants will rack up the mortality rates. This is not speculation it has already started to happen in the coastal towns and villages as the Tsunami exposed the barely hidden waste. ANuclear Waste will lead to soaring cancer rates and decreased fertility rates. Every Somali who can read must find the time to read and digest the excellent expose on this topic written by the researcher and public scientist Bashir Sh. Mohamed PhD. The valuable report is written in Somali and published in its entirety in Somalitalk.

Natural epidemics will wreak havoc as the chaos and social and economic collapse prepares fertile infection-friendly environment. Expect AIDS to take hold in proportions that will make the alarming statistics of the rest of Africa look tame. The AIDS epidemic will take hold not because foreign warriors will import it in, as Muse Sude Yellahow insinuates. It is already here. It is prospering and maturing under the surface, hidden by ignorance and denial. Hidden by the taboo and secretive nature of sex in a society whose official motto seems to be: Make War, Not Love.

Armageddon is yet to come. The sound of its drums is clearly audible for those who would listen. In the end large junks of the real estate of the land will be sold off to the highest bidder by ruthless and mentally challenged petty dictators. This too has already started as witnessed by the 99 year lease of Hafun and its region (a landmass the size of Switzerland) to an Australian adventurer and con artist. Evolution is impersonal. Inexorable. It takes its own good time. It develops its own schedule. We only provide the commentary.

In Somaliland a ray of hope is flickering. I say flickering because it is under the onslaught of the same boundary-defying forces of evolutionary stress: tribe, toxic waste and visa exempt bugs of all kinds. But there sure is something interesting developing there, a singular experience, something different altogether. There is peace around the water wells, in the grazing areas, in the villages and in the towns. There are plenty of guns. Plenty technicals. Plenty Klashnikovs. But no one is firing them. The tribes are not massacring each other. In stead a primordial state and its primordial institutions are gradually appearing. We need to know what is happening in Somaliland? Is this what evolutionary adaptation looks like? Is survival feasible after all? Should we not study this natural experiment with a magnifying glass, I mean instead of being scared by it or vilifying it or pulling magic numbers (like 4.5) out of tainted Diaspora hats? Stay tuned for Part 4 where I will be exploring this topic, its evolutionary ramification and the promise it may hold for all Somalis.

Note

Picture: the unsightly, loathed and clownish Huda Barkhad, Somaliland´s Elena Ceausescu, who incites hatred and violence against the patriotic Somalis of Northern Somalia when she is not involved in financial scandals.

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