Mogadishu Redux. An Open Letter To Our Candidates About Islam Abroad

Gentlemen:

My sister’s blood, a child’s blood, cries out to me.

Last week, a barbaric gang of Somali Muslim fundamentalists gang-raped a 13 year-old girl after which they stoned her to death. One thousand spectators in the Kismayo stadium cheered the stoning on. The victim’s name was Aisha Ibrahim Duhulow.

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This atrocious scenario, and similar atrocities, are increasingly familiar in Muslim countries such as Algeria, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, Iran, and Afghanistan. When a Muslim woman dares to allege rape, she is treated as if she herself has committed a capital crime. And she is not merely shunned or disbelieved–she is punished, tortured, murdered. Her attackers go free or buy their way out of even a light sentence.

Mister Potential Presidents: Do you believe that America has no business interfering with such indigenous behaviors abroad? That this is a fight that we cannot win? Or that the cost of undertaking it is too high in terms of our own blood? After all, America has already been in Mogadishu.

Do you perhaps think that the United Nations will take care of such human rights violations? As you know, they never have and they never will. Instead, they will probably appoint Somalia, a rogue nation filled with pirates who prey upon their neighbors on the open sea, to head a special human rights committee to condemn alleged Israeli atrocities against Palestinian terrorists.

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Gentlemen: Are you in favor of economic sanctions for Somalia or are you ready to insist that the men who did this, and the leaders who refuse to punish them, all be brought to stand trial as war criminals?

To student activists and international human rights groups: Are you ready to call for academic boycotts against Somalia? Will you conduct a permanent campaign against Islamic Gender Apartheid in Aisha Ibrahim Duhulow’s name?

I would like to thank Amnesty International for documenting this tragic and heartless atrocity.

My sisters’ blood, a child’s blood, cries out to me.

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