Jimmy Carter Engages In Shouting Match With Sudanese Man, Loses
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Darfur, Sudan - ‘The Elders’, a consortium of ex-presidents, good will ambassadors and retired world leaders focused their light on Sudan last week.
What was heralded as a time to inspire hope and dignity into the ever degenerating cesspool that is now Sudan, was rather further mired when ex-president Jimmy Carter engaged in a shouting match with a Sudanese official during an un-programmed visit to one of the towns in the northern portion of the city. President Carter hoped to speak with some of the residents to get a first hand account of their conditions.
“You can’t go in,” shouted a member of the local security council. “It’s not on the program!!”
President Carter screamed back “Well, I’m going in anyway! Just try and stop me!!!”
That’s when the official (he later gave his name as ‘Omar’) pulled out an assault rifle, pointing it to Carter’s head. He spoke in measured tones.
“I said it’s not safe, and you can’t go into this town,” screeched Omar.
There was a hush over the camp. Even the cows stopped lowing, curious about the uncommon uproar. Generally, they are only used to hearing screams of young girls while they are being raped. This was new!
“Are you threatening me?” asked Carter. “Are you really trying to scream louder than me? Do you know who I am?? I’M PRESIDENT JIMMY CARTER!”
The official did not say a word. He pressed the barrel more firmly against Mr. Carter’s head. Finally, the president conceded defeat.
“Fine, I’ll leave,” he said. “But I’m going to tell President Bashir about this…‘Omar’!”
With a huff, he hobbled into the air-conditioned government Land Cruiser waiting to ferry him away…Presumably and hopefully to his next programmed location.
Speaking in Arabic, ‘Omar’ later explained why he had to raise his voice and point a gun at the Elder to our journalists.
“I mean, come on. Look around you,” he motioned towards the makeshift huts and weeping children. “This is Darfur man. Darfur. The most gangster place on the planet. And I am pretty sure I am part Arab. I can shout 10 times louder than he can! Do you really think I have time to be whispering sweetie-t’ings to some old hurr man in my town? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have women and children to maim and oppress!!”
