An Open Letter To Obama: Let Belgium Pull Down The Statue Of King Leopold If You Respect Yourself As A Black President

Cry 4Obama shed tears for victims of terrorism in Brussels, but the root of the problem remains unsolved. 

My condolence to the families of those who have  lost their loved ones in this week’s terror attacks that hit Brussel’s airport. But it’s time to address the issues which have brought this terrible misfortune on Belgium.

Apart from the bad policies of the Belgian government, they have shown to the world that they don’t have value for the lives other human beings, especially Africans, but one thing they have forgotten is Moroccans are also Africans.

The European and the American media will  never publish the facts, instead, they continue to promote hate and racism, bringing discomfort among foreigners and citizens.

How would you feel, if you are an Arab and America or Europe invades Iraq, lying that the country has weapons of mass destruction, then after the destruction of the country, nothing was found?

How would you feel being an Arab, when Europe and America, through Eastern block doctors, deliberately infected Libyan children with HIV virus, then invaded Libya to kill Ghadaffi?

The European and American media continue to pretend they don’t know about this and rather cause panic and fear with unnecessary publications and telecasts.

In America and Europe, you are not called Hitler if you kill 10 million Africans, including children and women. The reason there is a statue of King Leopold II in Brussels, while there is no statue of Adolf Hitler.

The Bible I read daily tells me that God created man in His own image, thus, I understand that everyone is a human being. If America and Europe want to be successful in the fight against terrorism, they should take the lives of Africans and ‘people they don’t consider as human beings’ into consideration, just as they feel for the victims of terrorism at the Brussel’s airport.

The plot of terrorism is unseen, it’s invincible, only by chance, the law gets them. If the ISIS are not planning any terrorism actions, Muslims on African soil are plotting. These people have no conscience and are prepared to die because of their faith.

These are some of the points that make terrorist groups very dangerous, yet Europe and America continue to underestimate them, hanging on bad policies and putting the lives of innocent people in danger. Racism and discrimination are enough. Everyone wants equal rights and justice.

Life As Immigrant At The Notorious Pantanella In Via Casilina Rome

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma Novembre 1990 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan, Bangladesh, Africani tra cui (Joel Savage) Panoramica della Pantanella. Rome

As a child growing up in a strongly religious family, I was thought that everything which is opposite to the teachings of the Holy Bible, including laziness is a sin. I tried my best to live a clean life. We were thought to believe that Israel, Jerusalem, and other Biblical countries were all in heaven, without a slight knowledge those countries were on the same earth we are living today.

When I left my family looking for a job, I tried to be sincere and prevented doing anything wrong which could land me in jail. I read that jail changes people’s attitude to be good or worse. But I wasn’t interested to know the positive or negative influences of jail on people. My only interest is never to be there because it’s not the right place for me.

In the year 1990, from Lagos, Nigeria, I made a transit in Rome, on my way to German. In Rome, I was detained at the Fiumicino airport. The Italian immigration regularly does that to many foreigners, especially Africans. Like a tourist, I walked around the airport lounge without a room to sleep and food for three days. On the third, I was really starving, so I approached one of the immigration officials and said to him that I am hungry. He looked at my face and asked me “Am I your father?” Then he walked away.

Without knowing what the officials have in store for me, I handed over an application for asylum as a journalist and it worked, because I have some few publications over my profession on me. On the fourth day, from nowhere came one of the immigration officers, he said to me: “Your application has been accepted, today the police will come to take you to Rome.” I was shocked beyond expression.

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.

 The good Samaritan didn’t only deliver the unexpected message, but he pulled out from his pocket a number of notes and said to me: “I don’t want my colleagues to see me giving you money, buy some food to eat at the airport.” I didn’t take the money. I told him: “This important information you have given to me has taken all the hunger away, thank you.” He walked away with his money.

On the fourth day, the police came, just as the officer told me and took me in a police car to the city, Rome, and left me there to fight for my survival. Without anywhere to sleep, I passed all my nights at the Central Train Station. Among other Africans, we watched a big television screen during the day to forget our misery, then in the night, I go to sleep at my hiding place. The police and the workers at the train station never discovered the place I slept.

After some time, I discovered places where I could eat every day without paying for food. I could take my bath and take some clothes. One of such places was at ‘Via Dandolo.’ Daniela, the head of the Caritas (Charity) at Via Dandolo, was a very good woman, but one of her female workers was a very bad woman. A thief. Since we had no address, our letters passed through the Caritas at Via Dandola and this woman took the opportunity to steal money from our letters.

I caught her twice, so I wasn’t surprised when I lost the 10 pounds a friend sent me from England, but I didn’t tell Daniela about it. Through the Caritas, I had my initial lessons and attended classes to learn the Italian. I was one of the best immigrants who could write and speak the language fluently, yet my life was miserable because I was still sleeping at the train station.

In Rome, I was robbed, admitted and operated at a hospital, but the nurse refused to touch me, because of my color, thus; every morning when on duty, she calls someone to attend to me, but she had time for every Italian patient at the hospital. I was once sitting in the hospital’s garden after the operation, when an Italian old man, one of the patients came close to me, looked at my face and said to me: “Marocchino motaccizoa.” – an insult, after mistakenly taken me as a Moroccan. I didn’t say a word.

Then all of a sudden, as if it was announced on the radio, all the immigrants in Rome, without accommodation, discovered an abandoned Pasta factory called ‘Pantanella.’ Pantanella is notoriously known for all criminal activities, including drug peddling and crime, similar to drug cartel zones of Mexico. One needs strength, courage, heart and braveness to survive at that place. Italians think they are brave, but many of them dare to pass Via Casilina, the street Pantanella is located in the night.

That was the place I lived and worked as a toilet cleaner for thousands of immigrants, using six containers as toilets, to raise money to feed. I was employed by the Muslim head at the place. It’s terrible and frightening to live at Pantenella. It wasn’t a prison, but the place, I think was tough like Alcatraz, because of the criminal activities many illegal immigrants engaged in feeding.

 

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Scoppia un incendio durante lo sgombero Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.A fire during the evacuation

The abandoned factory accommodated both soft and hardened criminals from various countries, including Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Africa etc. I lived in Pantanella for four months, and the Italian government tired of the crimes going on in that abandoned Pasta factory ejected all the foreigners.

But the Italian government did something great for the African immigrants. Something we weren’t expecting. The government paid for two weeks stay in a hotel for all the Africans, with the ultimatum that before the two weeks expired, we should find a place on our own to live.

Through a very good sympathetic woman called Nana, (she died in Rome a few years ago) I got a job as a houseboy to serve one journalist called Claudio Lavazza, working at television station TG2, belonging to the former Italian Prime Minister, Sylvio Berlusconi. He provided me accommodation and paid me well. Besides, he gave me the new version of Fiat Cinque Cento (500) to drive. It may be likely that I was the first black man in the entire Italy to drive the new Fiat Cinque Cento when it freshly came out. I met other journalist friends of Claudio, including Michele Cucuzza.

After three years, I said goodbye to Rome and returned to Africa. I married and returned to Europe once again but this time choosing Amsterdam. ‘Overseas Chronicle: The Rome and Amsterdam Experience’ is a book once started you’ll find it hard to put away, because of the shocking intriguing stories in the book. Find out more of what happened to me in Rome and later in Holland, which led me to detention in Amsterdam.

 

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Certain Mails Can Give You Tears Of Joy

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I’m sure every writer, once or many times in his or her life time may receive a mail from someone interested in his work or articles. I have received hundreds of mails of admiration over my writings. One of the mails I received recently touched me after reading. I decided to publish it…

As writer, there are certain things you need to keep in mind. You can’t please everyone. Many will like you and others will hate you, but don’t let those little impediments distract your attention or hurt your feelings.

Many writers or bloggers avoid getting into conflict with readers or try to write articles not to offend others, but at times your article will spark controversy, arguments and hatred, when you aren’t expecting it.

I had a big problem on LinkedIn’s platform when I wrote an article entitled ‘Why many Africans are allergic to reading? The aim of the article is to encourage reading, but it turned out to be an article which nearly caused my crucifixion or lynching by some Africans that find the article unsavory.

When you find yourself in such a situation, don’t lose your temper, remain calm and try to explain the significance of the article. You may receive negative comments, yet still be positive. You may lose some followers, but don’t let that bother you, because those that aren’t ready to learn, aren’t also ready to accept any explanation.

This one of my favorite mails last week.

Hi Joel

Just extending my appreciation of your work.  I have read some articles of yours and your interview with Magda Cristina Butucea.  It was poignant!  To know that we still have those who believe in the truth among the profession is consolatory.  I am what you will call a misdirected man (turning 50 soon).

I spent time chasing something I never believed in but thought it was the means to an end – the empowerment of Africans in Europe.  It was a delusion and spent time in prison through malicious prosecutions.  Like you, I loved writing since I was in my primary school years.  I helped write letters for those who could not read to their families who where faraway from their places of work.

I neglected this part of me.  I have decided to spend time doing it now and set up a publishing company with a focus on selling African literature and the creation of educational projects in the form of publications to help spread the truth about our history.  Once again, I am inspired and honoured to read about you.

Best Regards Chez Winakabs

NB. I give thanks to Chez Winakabs. I wish this article will encourage other bloggers or writers experiencing many obstacles to continue writing without ceasing. 

The Silence Of The Media In Europe And America Over Aids And Ebola Crimes Is Incompetence

 

Aids and Ebola were used by America as bio-weapons

Africans protesting: Enough is enough

By Joel Savage and Johan Van Dongen

Is it true that desperate people do desperate things? When the link of an article ‘Holland’s Professor Johan Van Dongen Challenges Belgium’s Professor Guido Van Der Groen Over The Origins Of Aids And Ebola, written by Joel Savage and published by Diplomatic Aspects Newspaper, disappeared from the web, I knew how desperate the authorities in Europe and America are trying hard to cover up those medical crimes against humanity.

Smartness is sometimes stupidity, as  the removal of the article from the web encouraged me to team up with Professor Johan Van Dongen, to find a way to let the public know the truth, especially those that find it difficult to accept that Aids and Ebola were indeed medical crimes against mankind. How competent, loyal, faithful and sincere are journalists in Europe and America over the issues pertaining Aids and Ebola?

As if journalists don’t know what investigative journalism is about, they hide the truth, give bias information and write senseless articles over Aids and Ebola to manipulate, confuse and convince the world that Aids and Ebola are diseases from monkeys. Imagine this stupid article: “Aids victims in Africa rape babies, believing it could cure Aids.” It still baffles me when I read this article months ago, wondering what kind of journalism such a writer studied at school in Europe, America or wherever he or she went to school.

The result of poor journalism today is tearing our society apart, brewing violence, encouraging crime and racism. There have been many reports and books written about the fact that between fifty and seventy percent of all research are false, the same applies to the scientists who insist that Ebola and AIDS came from bats and monkeys from the jungle in Africa and the Philippines and journalists who are far from the truth.

There were no bats and monkeys in France, Russia, U.S.A. and the former Czechoslovakia. Precisely those lies also indicate that masking the disease Ebola and AIDS are indeed a white conspiracy, even though the medical establishment claimed the opposite. Worse still, the media seem unable to depth journalism so as publications, if their companions on their merits follow.

This practice calls journalists not only free but makes them even complicit because they are constantly behind the medical establishment running away for fear of powerful reprisals against falling advertising revenue from pharmaceutical and medical field and a possible boycott of medical Mafiosi after placing negative items.

According to Johan van Dongen, Thabo Mbeki does not have the benefit of the doubt about an alleged conspiracy, he’s just right because AIDS is indeed designed and established by political, medical, pharmaceutical and military orders.

A meticulously and executed genocide specifically orchestrated against black skinned groups in our society. Even though the World Health Organization claims that the global population will increase except in Africa, because the continent is necessary to accommodate the overcrowding.

Over the truth, crime and origins of Aids and Ebola, Europe and America media have totally disappointed Africa. The message is clear: There is partiality in journalism. However; without Africa, there wouldn’t be any Europe or America today, since all your treasures, including gold and diamond  you could boast of, were stolen from Africa. African slaves built America with sweat, blood, and tears.

The stone the builders rejected finally became the head of the cornerstone. That continent which has been neglected, abused, raped, underdeveloped, slaved (Please find me more words Johan) will one day become a safe haven for Europeans and America fleeing in numbers from their countries of origin. What are they fleeing from? When the prophecy of the Bible takes place, this article shall be remembered.

An updated version of Aids and Ebola, the greatest crime in medical history against mankind, will be available at Amazon.com May 28, 2015.