Farrakhan Slams West Over Gadhafi’s Death

Source: AP / CBS News

CHICAGO – Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan said Tuesday that those rejoicing in the death of ousted Libyan leader Moammar Gadhafi will come to sorrow and predicted that the U.S. is unprepared for the looming backlash from his overthrow.

Farrakhan told a Chicago radio station that Gadhafi’s death was “an assassination” and laid it at the feet of the U.S., Great Britain and France. Gadhafi was killed last week, two months after being ousted as Libya’s leader. His 42-year reign turned the oil-rich country into an international pariah and his own personal fiefdom.

Farrakhan, who considered Gadhafi a friend, said those nations’ establishment of a no-fly zone to stop Gadhafi’s planes and offers of humanitarian relief to the Libyan people were intended to help oust Gadhafi from power and gain access to Libya’s oil wealth.

“They succeeded in being the authors of the successful assassination of a sitting president,” Farrakhan told WVON-AM in Chicago, adding that it placed America’s interests in danger. “No one can trust the United Nations because it is a pawn of the Western world. No nation will give up their weapons of mass destruction like Gadhafi did, because it is the only protection they have against the wicked witches of the West.”

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  • Drawbutterflies

    Feb 16, 2006


    Can’t you hear the mothers cry?

    Lord Please don’t pass me bye?

    Their backs bent, their lives gone                                                                                   
    Two wrongs don’t make a right.                                                                                     Mothers
    fighting for their young ones life.           
    Lord Please Don’t pass me bye

    For if you do I am going to die?


    They cry out in the night seasons,                                                                               
    Day seasons

    All seasons

    Yet their children don’t come home.

    Empty souls, growing old,

    Mother’s arms need to hold,

    That one send down from heaven above,                                                                             
    one Lord you gave her to love.                                                                                
    Lord please hear the mothers cry.                                                                                
    don’t pass me bye,

    for if you do I too will die.                                                                                        
    Can’t you hear the mothers cry?


    Brokenhearted and dragged off the battlefield                                                                   

    by a prison slave industry that does not care                                                               

    devoid of spiritual morality.                                                                                        
    children have never been free


    No opportunity to be great women and men making
    this hopelessness squeezing the life out of could be doctors,                                     
    teachers, scientists and community leaders less alone honest

    entombed in the nightmarish hell of prisons and
    forgotten by society


    What we have is a lynching. Society refuses to mention.                                                 
    We are losing the battle as well as the war                                                                 
    unless you Lord Step forward,

    Touch and bless these hard hearts.                                       

    Our children and family will always be in the
    “A Mistaken Identification Leads to

    A Wrongful Conviction and Death Sentence.”

    Make head lines every day.

    Our children live are stolen, and taken away.

    Never to walk your green earth on any given day.                                                         
    Lord hear the mothers cry.                                                                                                            Her
    hearts are broken

    On her tears she is choking.                                                                                               
    Please don’t pass us by.