Početkom aprila, više od sedam meseci pre nego što će ga zverski ubiti, Gadafi je napisao testament - svoju poruku libijskom narodu, svojoj afričkoj, arapskoj i muslimanskoj braći i sestrama, ali i celom civilizovanom svetu.
U ime Boga, blagodarnog i milostivog...
Već 40 godina - ili možda duže, ne sećam se - radim sve što mogu kako bih ljudima obezbedio kuće, bolnice i škole, a kad su bili gladni, davao sam im hranu. Čak sam od Bengazija, koji je bio pustinja, napravio plodnu zemlju. Izborio sam se s napadima onog kauboja Regana. Kad je on ubio moju usvojenu ćerku, hteo je da ubije mene, a umesto mene, ubio je to nevino dete. Onda sam pomagao mojoj braći i sestrama iz Afrike novcem za Afričku uniju.
Radio sam sve što sam mogao kako bi ljudi razumeli koncept prave demokratije, u kojoj narodni komiteti upravljaju zemljom. Ali to nikad nije bilo dovoljno, kao što mi neki kažu, jer čak i neki koji imaju kuće sa 10 soba, nova odela i nameštaj nikad nisu bili zadovoljni.
Tako sebični, uvek su zahtevali još. Govorili su Amerikancima i drugima koji su dolazili da su im potrebni "demokratija" i "sloboda", ne shvatajući da je to koljački sistem u kojem veliki psi jedu male pse. Ali oni su bili začarani tim rečima, ne shvatajući da u Americi nema besplatnih lekova, nema besplatnih bolnica, nema besplatnih kuća, nema besplatnog obrazovanja, nema besplatne hrane, osim kada ljudi prose ili staju u dugačke redove da bi dobili činiju supe.
Ne, bez obzira na to što sam radio, nekima nikad nije bilo dosta. Ali drugi, drugi su znali da sam ja sin Gamala Abdela Nasera (bivšeg egipatskog predsednika), jedinog pravog arapskog i muslimanskog vođe koga smo imali posle Saladina. On je uzeo Suecki kanal za svoj narod, a ja sam uzeo Libiju za svoj narod, i pokušavao da idem njegovim stopama, da moj narod bude slobodan od kolonijalne dominacije - od lopova koji bi krali od nas.
Sada me napada najveća sila u vojnoj istoriji, moj mali afrički sin, Obama, hoće da me ubije, da oduzme slobodu našoj zemlji, da nam uzme naše besplatne kuće, naše besplatne lekove, naše besplatno obrazovanje, našu besplatnu hranu, i da sve to zameni američkim lopovlukom koji se zove kapitalizam. Ali svi mi u Trećem svetu znamo šta to znači - znači da korporacije upravljaju državama, da upravljaju svetom i da narod pati.
Dakle, za mene nema alternative. Ja moram da se borim i, ako Bog tako hoće, da umrem prateći njegov put, put koji je našu državu učinio plodnom zemljom, bogatom hranom i zdravljem, i čak nam omogućio da pomognemo našoj afričkoj i arapskoj braći i sestrama da rade ovde sA nama, u Libijskoj Džamahiriji.
Ne želim da umrem, ali ako dođe do toga - da bih spasao ovu zemlju, svoj narod, sve hiljade njih koji su svi moja deca - neka bude tako.
Neka ovaj moj testament bude moj glas svetu, glas da sam ustao protiv krstaških napada NATO, ustao protiv okrutnosti, ustao protiv izdaje, ustao protiv Zapada i njegovih kolonijalnih ambicija, i da sam stajao zajedno sa svojom afričkom braćom, sa svojom pravom arapskom i muslimanskom braćom, kao svetionik.
Dok su drugi gradili zamkove, ja sam živeo u skromnoj kući i u šatoru. Nikad nisam zaboravio svoju mladost u Sirtu, nisam uludo trošio naše nacionalno bogatstvo i, kao Saladin, naš veliki muslimanski vođa, koji je spasao Jerusalim za islam, za sebe sam uzimao malo...
Na Zapadu me neki zovu ludakom, ali oni znaju istinu, pa ipak nastavljaju da lažu, oni znaju da je naša zemlja nezavisna, slobodna i da nije u kolonijalnim kandžama. Oni znaju da je moja vizija jasna, da je moj put jasan za moj narod i da ću se do poslednjeg daha boriti za našu slobodu. Neka nam svemoćni Bog pomogne da ostanemo verujući i slobodni.
For 40 years, or was it longer, I can't remember, I did all I could to give people houses, hospitals, schools, and when they were hungry, I gave them food. I even made Benghazi into farmland from the desert. I stood up to attacks from that cowboy Reagan. When he killed my adopted orphaned daughter, he was trying to kill me; instead he killed that poor innocent child.
I helped my brothers and sisters from Africa with money for the African Union; I did all I could to help people understand the concept of real democracy, where people's committees ran our country. But that was never enough, as some told me, even people who had 10-room homes, new suits and furniture, were never satisfied. As selfish as they were they wanted more, and they told Americans and other visitors they needed "democracy" and "freedom", never realizing it was a cut-throat system, where the biggest dog eats the rest.
But they were enchanted with those words, never realizing that in America, there was no free medicine, no free hospitals, no free housing, no free education and no free food, except when people had to beg or go to long lines to get soup.
No, no matter what I did, it was never enough for some, but for others, they knew I was the son of Gamal Abdel Nasser, the only true Arab and Muslim leader we've had since Salah'a'Deen, when he claimed the Suez Canal for his people, as I claimed Libya, for my people. It was his footsteps I tried to follow, to keep my people free from colonial domination -- from thieves who would steal from us...
Now, I am under attack by the biggest force in military history. My little African son, Obama, wants to kill me, to take away the freedom of our country, to take away our free housing, our free medicine, our free education, our free food, and replace it with American style thievery, called "capitalism".
But all of us in the Third World know what that means, it means corporations run the countries, run the world, and the people suffer. So, there is no alternative for me, I must make my stand, and if Allah wishes, I shall die by following his path, the path that has made our country rich with farmland, with food and health, and even allowed us to help our African and Arab brothers and sisters to work here with us, in the Libyan Jammohouriyah.
I do not wish to die, but if it comes to that, to save this land, my people, all the thousands who are all my children, then so be it.
Let this testament be my voice to the world, that I stood up to crusader attacks of NATO, stood up to cruelty, stood up to betrayal, stood up to the West and its colonialist ambitions, and that I stood with my African brothers, my true Arab and Muslim brothers, as a beacon of light. When others were building castles, I lived in a modest house, and in a tent. I never forgot my youth in Sirte, I did not spend our national treasury foolishly, and like Salah'a'deen, our great Muslim leader, who rescued Jerusalem for Islam, I took little for myself.
In the West, some have called me "mad", "crazy", but they know the truth and continue to lie. They know that our land is independent and free, not in the colonial grip, that my vision, my path, is, and has been clear and for my people and that I will fight to my last breath to keep us free. May Allah almighty help us to remain faithful and free.
~ by Muammar Gaddafi ~
April 17, 2011
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