1/10/2010

MOROCCO'S TANGIER: Something Like A Camel Ride! By Uncle Monty.




MOROCCO'S TANGIER:
Something Like A Camel Ride!
By Uncle Monty at Canada's Vancouver.
Tangier Photos By Alex Albion.
~~~
Going directly from the very British feeling of Gibraltar
to the very Sunni feeling of Morocco’s Tangier, requires
an immediate psychological and emotional adjustment on
the part of those who are neither Islamic nor North African
like me. Tangier is a steaming place of activity and contrasts.
But much like Morocco itself, it exists under what is, more or
less, a borderline police state in which the individual can be,
and is, snatched off the street by Morocco’s civilian police
thugs of the Sûreté Nationale du Maroc. Such patrol the
Tangier streets, and every other city and town in Morocco,
around the clock and I saw at least three people snatched
off the streets in broad daylight or at night on three
separate occasions over the course of two days
while exploring the old Sunni city by foot.
~~~
View of Downtown Tanger or Tangier.
~~~
One young guy was grabbed by the neck by the three
plainclothes agents and literally dragged, kicked, and
bungled into the waiting white Sûreté Nationale van at
around 9.30 at night. Next day, another one was wrestled
to the ground and then physically frog-marched to the
large white van with the identity of Sûreté Nationale
again emblazioned all over it. While the third incident was
of an oldish fellow trying to run away and the police van
chased him down and he was caught up by the quick roving
van of the Sûreté Nationale thugs at when they immediately
snatched him off the streets. He then disappeared from public
view as the Sûreté Nationale van speeded away. Morocco's
notorious and exceedingly savage Gendarmerie Royale du Maroc
(para-military national police) and the Sûreté Nationale du Maroc
(civilian national police force) operate with absolute immunity
and impunity due entirely to the consent and encouragement of
The King of Morocco - MOHAMED VI - and his "progressive"
Moroccan government. Those who the authorities consider are
insulting or demeaning to the king and/or the Moroccan royal
family are prosecuted with a vengence, according the critical
website of afapredesa.org. To me, Mohamed VI sadly
sounds more like a thrown back to the last and
late Shah of Iran, Mohammad Reza Pahlavi:
Arriving Safely at Tanger or Tangier Seaport.
~~~
But at St. Andrew’s Parish there was no sign of such
disquiet. Rather, it was an Anglican oasis in the middle of
the Sunni police terror that is Tangier. And, if one wanted
any more evidence of the non-stop Africanization of the
English Anglican Church, then St. Andews of Old Tangier
was the place to be. Officiating as a retired and visiting
clergyman from Brum Diocese, the Rev’d Robert Warren,
71, stood tall at his towering height of six foot six over the
congregation that saw bunches of Africans from at least 12
different African nations attend the morning service at the
late 19th century-built St. Andrew's right in the heart of
Tangier. The majority of the 100 or worshippers were
black. Most of them were immigrants to Morocco. Re-
cently, in just one swoop and scoop the Rabat auth
orities
arrested some 564 illegal immigrants in Morocco.
~~~
The African immigrants that spoke to me at St. Andrew's
were quick to tell how they wanted to leave Morocco to
enter freebie England as fast as they could. Please stay
away, I said to myself. We've already got too many
God-damn immigrants in England due to hideous New
Labour and we don't need any more, I mused in my
own thoughts as one of them also told me that "England
is paradise to us black people." Yeeeeep, we already
know that, don't we? Paradise for them, hell for us.
For godsake forget England and be sure to stay at
where you first came from!!! We don't want you,
even if New Labour insists we do when we
don't ... so say most of the Brit white folkz.
~~~
Sunni Muslims Attending Tangier Mosque.
~~~
Father Robert and his wife Jackique were making
their first ever visit to Morocco which will see them
at Old Tangier's St. Andrew's for the next month.
His former diocesan bishop was John Sentamu, who
is now the presiding Archbishop of York and who is
as black as the ace of spades being of Ugandian-birth.
Father Robert’s described Sentamu as “brilliant,” but
now too old, he surmised, to become the first black
Archbishop of Canterbury. I hope the retired Brum vicar
is right! With screaming gays, pushy women clergy, loud-
mouth leftist bishops like John Saxbee, the politically-
and theologically-divided laity, and never-ending,
breed-
ing blacks, the last thing the Church of England needs is
yet another destructive issue and step of installing the
first black or foreign-born or female or gay Archbishop of
Canterbury. God forbid! When such should happen, which
it will, I will conceivably turn my back completely on the
Anglican Church until the day I die. And, if the vile British
Labour Party in 2010 should, by fair or foul, gain yet
another 5 years in office, I will almost certainly leave
England for good. I detest everything that New Labour
has done and what it represents of its own making in the
form of today’s Broken New Britan that started with
the political creep called Anthony Blair. I also openly
reject such parrotting of socialistic beliefs and agendas
from both within and without the Church of England.
At least at Tangier, the Sunni theology refuses outright
to embrace such claptrap that is espoused by all too
many inside The English Church and vile
New Labour
of today. I cannot wait to vote them out of office for
good and not that the David Cameron's Tories
make me feel all around that much happier!
~~~
Meet HAMZA: At 16, a Tangier Street Kid.
~~~
With his smattering of English, Hamza, 16, bubbled
all over me with his excitement at first meeting me
on the street for only one thing - for whatever money
or food he could beg or con from out of me!! Whatever,
Hamza was a charming street kid of Tangier and we
liked each other almost instantly, I must say. British or
American or European visitors stick out a mile away for
resourceful young lads like Hamza, who relies almost ex-
clusively on such folkz for whatever money he can ably
and skillfully extract out of them by his sheer charm
and becoming personality. Hamza, however, couldn't
charm the local police who have regularly beaten him
for just being a street kid and for having committed no
crime whatsoever. I did whatever I could to help the
lovable rascal!! He attends state school only occasion-
ally and very reluctantly, he told me. The smattering
of English he spoke was picked up by Hamza mostly
from visiting Yankz and Britz that he seemed to like to
mingle with more than with his own native folkz. His
first love, beside nice girlz, is the guy called Eminem!!
He loves wearing the Eminem image on his clothing
as shown above in my photo of Hamza taken of
him on the streets of Tangier.
Homeless Mohammed at age 29.
~~~
The Tangier shopkeepers screamed at him when-
ever he got too near their shops. That's how I
came to notice Mohammed and to discover he
was homeless and sleeping rough at age 29. What
shocked me the most about him was the huge un-
treated boil and scab on his upper left arm that was
festering badly and needed to be medically-lanced
before it got any worse than it was. When I photogra-
phed him and his nasty boil, one of the shopkeeper
started to yell at me as loud as he could, too. I still
kept on photographing Mohammed as shown above.
Before I left him, I made sure he had some food
and
some money in his pocket to help him as best as I
could. He then hugged he, did Mohammed. I only
wish I could have also got him some medical treat-
ment for that cruel and poisonous boil of his. It was
at least 4 or 5 inches round ... Much too, much!
~~~
Selling His Hand-Made Ship at Tangier.
~~~
To earn extra income, he makes and then sells
his hand-made ships on the streets to whoever
wants to buy one of them. The model ship shown
with the man above was a mere 250 Moroccan
Al-Maghrib Dirhams or about 22 English quid.
I first saw the man - whose name I didn't get -
carrying his ship on his shoulder soon after taking
my first camel ride on one of the 6 or 7 camels I
had encountered at the almost empty and nearby
Tangier beach. He spoke no Enlglish or Spanish,
and since I couldn't speak Arabic, we simply com-
municated by gestures and signs! His model ship
was superbly crafted and quite heavy at five feet
long and all hand painted, too.
~~~
Tangier Youthz Taking A Free 18 Wheeler Ride ...
~~~
I had looked out for them for two days to get a
quick photoshot of them hitching dangerous free rides
on the back of some 18-wheeler trucks on the main
roads of Morocco's Tangier. Gangs of 15 to 20 local
youthz of about ages 15 to 19 or so, I saw waiting
patiently for 18-wheelers to stop at some traffic
lights or at a bottleneck and then quickly jump on
the back of such to ride as far as they could. The
local traffic copz would blow their whistles when-
ever they saw such youthz on the back or order
the driver to stop as the kidz then fled the scene.
It was getting dark and just by chance I happened
to see a truck with 8 youthz riding on the back as
pictured above. The truck was going at full speed
and only by sheer luck and camera speed was I
able to finally get somekind of photo showing such
youthz doing their free ride ... Only certain older 18
wheelers do the trick for them and that allows them
to hold onto the back door rods and with a back bum-
per that they could step and stand on. The newer
trucks don't have such back fixtures for such
youthz to grab or hold onto. It's a game of adven-
ture and of a daring challenge and of a thrill ride, I
suspect, for such cocky youthz. However, one day,
if it hasn't already happened, some of those kidz
will be tragically killed on the dream truck of their
invincible youth! I'd hate to see that!! But it's
part of the "izzat" of some Moroccan youthz.
~~~
Typical City Scene of Morocco's Tangier.
~~~
Tangier is above all like somekind of camel ride!
It's bumpy, it's jumpy, it's scary, and it's curvy!
If you haven't taken a camel ride, then do so to
understand precisely what I mean about such.
From the Sûreté Nationale thugz snatching people
off the streets to Hamza the street kid to Mohammed
the rough sleeper to the model ship builder to the
18 Wheeler free riders to the camels I encountered
and to the bunches of immigrant Africans at St. An-
drew's morning service at Old Tanger, the whole
experience of the Sunni city for me was like some-
kind of camel ride from beginning to end. No wonder
Contessa Maria is in despair at my propensity to
write and photograph while she wants me to spend
more time with her than with complete strangers
on the streets of some strange place like Tangier.
Right you are, my dear Maria ... But don't despair
quite yet! I only have one life to live and so I must
do what I do to embrace it all for good or bad or
for whatever may come my way with joy or
sadness or whatever uplifts or befalls me!
~~~
Good wishes from Vancouver, Uncle Monty.
+William Laud, 2010.
~~~
The rainbow stretched across the open sky as
Maria and me sailed on the BANASA from
Gibraltar to Morocco's Tangier. The image I took
was with Maria's latest Xmas gift to me of the bino-
cular digital camera that can capture images of upto
infinity like the huge rainbow and The Rock of
Gibraltar standing awesomely and majestically
some 10 miles away in the far distant back-
ground from the passenger deck of the ship ...
~~~
:: UPDATE ::
Hello Monty.
Sincerely and Prosperity greeting come to u in Jesus Name. I will
first of all introduce myself to you. i am Ishmael Godu who meet
you at the St Andrew Catholic (Anglican) church in Tanger Morocco.
i was very much happy to get incontact with you in Tanger so i
decieded to write you as my belove father. I am a Liberian Refugee
(shown with Father Robert and me in the above story caption photo)
belong to the Grebo ethnic tribe of Maryland County. I am 26 years
of age and a Junior High School Student of (A.G.M) Assemblic of God
Mission. I am Homeless' Schooless and presently seeking refuge in
Morocco because of the Civil-War in Liberia in which my father
were killed for no reason alone with two of my brothers. and our
Homes were burn down by the Rebel during the last war in 2003
which separated me from my family. In april 14 2005 I fled from
Liberia into exile. I can't go back to my country (Liberia) because
I am wanted I fought against the rebels who killed my father. I
don't have no shelters.I don't know the well about my mother and
the rest of my family. Furthermore I can't return to my County
because my county is a place with deep Traditional belief and
Witchcraft pracitice in which my uncle is the chief in the killing
society. Therefore I am kindly asking you for some assistance
to continue my education.to resettle my life becausei dont
have no source of income from anywhere. thanks Ishmael .
ishmaelgodu@yahoo.com
1.13.2010.
.
STOP & SEARCH IS ILLEGAL.
By Uncle Monty at Flagstaff, Arizona.
.
Two days ago, The European Court of Justice ruled New
Labour's "Stop & Search" laws, and its consistent abuse
by the British Police, are a gross violation of Human
Rights inside the United Kingdom. The landmark ruling
declares such "Stop & Search" tactics by the police to
be grossly illegal, too. Its taken almost 10 years for the
court to finally rule against such inimical and unjust laws.
During that time, millions of people have been abused
under the anti-terrorism guise of Stop & Search inside
so-called "Free England." I myself was subjected to such
abuse at Gatwick Airport by sly smiling Police Inspector
C. Button (CB783) just a few hours before the close of
2oo9 on New Year's Eve as I was preparing to fly out to
Gibraltar from Gatwick's North Terminal. I was easy
prey for Mr. Button's totally arbitrary and capricious
actions against me in order, I presume, for him to meet
New Labour's "Race Quota" under the beastly laws of
"Stop & Search" and to give life to his need to act out his
own "power trip" in front of other airline passengers!
The court ruling came too late for me to stop Inspector
C. Button's totally uncalled invasion of my privacy
in the open public at where I was humiliated and
degraded for no other reason than Button's own lame
rationale and oddball police psychosis. Now two weeks
later, I am still seething at him. When I return to
homebase in the wintery UK, I shall take steps to con-
sult with legal counsel to possibly instigate litigation
against the "dear" Inspector, the Gatwick Division,
and the Sussex Police. I demand at least a formal
apology to begin with ... I will have my full story soon
on what really took place at UK's Gatwick Airport on
New Year's Eve, 2oo9, by the over-the-top policeman
known to me as "dear" Inspector C. Button!!!
.
Judges in Strasbourg say UK powers under Terrorism
Act 2000 violate convention on human rights.
Next Story:
"Excuse Me, Dear Inspector!"
Or What The Dear Inspector C. Button
Did To Me At UK's Gatwick Airport.
His Sly Smile I Shall Always Remember.
By Uncle Monty.
~~~
PS - Thankz for the dozens and dozens of emails from
my many friends that are mostly snow-bound in the
UK and Europe, and in parts of America, right now.
Pooooooooooor thingz! But look at what has just happ-
ened in Haiti to all the poor devils there with possibly
thousands killed by the massive earthquake to hit the
capital Port-Au-Prince and much of its infrastructure
is now mostly devastated. The whole Haiti tragedy
is so heart rendering. So, guyz and galz, stop com-
plaining so badly about all the snow and ice at where
you are. It'll soon thaw and all will be alright, while
Haiti will take years to fully recover, if ever! Thankz
then to Jill Ferguson. Bev Brittan, Sally Morgan,
Elizabeth Middleton, Tom Grosvenor, John Lenhart,
The Reeds, Bishop Jonathon Blake, Curt Yates, Shelia
Aarons, Arlene Johnson, Patty Reynolds, et al, for your
nice and welcomed emails and what have you. As most
of you know, I rarely get to go anywhere, so please stop
being jealous of me for taking only a New Year short
break to Gibraltar, Morocco, Canada and USA with my
dear Contessa Maria. In other words, STOP WHINING
or I'll have to find that "dear" Inspector Button to
"Stop & Search" you just for the hell of it ...
LOL, Uncle Monty.
+St. Hilary, 2010.
.
Thousands missing, feared dead in 7.0
earthquake that leaves Port-au-Prince in ruins
.
By Joseph Guyler Delva, National Post.
January 13, 2010 12:00 AM.
Photographs by Thony Belizaire,
AFP, Getty Images, National Post.
PORT-AU-PRINCE - A major earthquake hit
impoverished Haiti yesterday, toppling build-
ings and burying residents in rubble. It was
feared thousands could be dead. The capital,
Port-au-Prince, was covered in a pall of grey ...
Disaster - Earthquake - Haiti - Photos
.
The Italian daily La Repubblica reports the death of the
Most Rev'd Serge Miot, Catholic Archbishop of Port-au-Prince.
According to the brief report, missionaries found his body in
the rubble of the archbishop's office. They also report that the
Vicar-General, Msgr. Benoit, was still missing. The Fides news
agency, states the Apostolic Nuncio to Haiti, Archbishop Bernardito
Auza, was reported as saying: "Port-au-Prince is totally devastated.
The cathedral, the Archbishop's Office, all of the big churches, all
of the seminaries have been reduced to rubble. The same luck for
the Ministry buildings, the Presidential Palace, the schools. The
Parish Priest of the Cathedral, who was spared, told me that the
archbishop of Port-au-Prince would have died under the rubble,
together with hundreds of seminarians and priests that are
under the ruins." Independent Catholic News (ICN).
01.14.2010.
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>> Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your
older articles are not as good as newer ones you have
a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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at 1/08/2010 11:23:00 AM <<
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fr. paul said...

what's this monty that you
don't go anywhere? come my
child. you are truly blessed
with your contessa who just
takes her unclosed purse to
empty it for you. my child,
you have gifts bestowed on
you in the fine treasures she hopelessly gives you. she is
lucky to have you. or should
i say you're the luckiest one
to have her grace bestowed
upon you? twice i have met
maria. and twice she has been
more than generous to our
archbishop's order. yes, my
dear child she has taken you around the world. i know from
all those thoughtful postcards you've sent to me and to many
of your friends. monty, you
the anglican can hardly say
we shouldn't be jealous of you.
we are. so don't rub it in,
my dear child. bye, fr. paul.
oh, please don't send that
"dear" inspector of your's
...... no, no, no, my dear
child.

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