Monday, 22 August 2011

Lesson from history.. be careful what you wish for

THOUGH, like Mark Twain, his death has often been exaggerated, barring a real sandstorm it looks like we'll be seeing the demise of Colonel Gaddafi very soon.

Many have predicted that Tripoli will be a Stalingrad fight from house to house but I don't agree with that myself.

Others think that the Colonel - 42 years the supreme ruler of a state which officially had no rulers at all - will fight to the last drop of his own as well as other people's blood. I don't believe that either.

Zimbabwe en route to Venezuela sounds like the Dunroamin retirement home most likely for a man who would most certainly frighten the horses.

His physical decline from handsome young Nasserist who overthrew the corrupt and incompetent monarch in 1969 to the Hammer House of Horrors star we see today almost mirrors the political degeneration over the same period.

In the beginning, he wanted union with Nasser's Egypt. In the middle and tiring of the Arabs he tried to be the lynchpin of Africa, handing out billions of his people's money to a variety of dubious leaders and movements.
In the end, he employed and regularly took the counsel of Tony Blair - the cause of more Arab deaths than anyone since Mussolini.

Once in a hotel room in the Moroccan capital Rabat, his then deputy started to tell me how the Libyan regime had "always supported" me.

I stopped him in his tracks. "Your Excellency," I said, "Libya has never supported me. Not one thin dime, not one pamphlet. And if you had, you'd have already given all the details to Tony Blair."

I never met Gaddafi nor any member of his family but the Blairites did and not just Tony.

Mandelson, who has just offered £8million for a London home, was close with Gaddafi's son Saif (which means "sword").

He and Saif pioneered the idea that the Colonel was a role model for the Muslim world and millions of pounds changed hands between the Libyan people (who were never consulted) and a plethora of British companies, educational institutions, and individuals.

It is said that Saif had a bag with millions of dollars in cash with him anywhere in the world he went, by private jet.

Many a carpetbagger showed up for a rummage.

Now it looks like it's all over and only a fool would be sad to see a dictator fall, especially one who had enough money and a small enough population to have made every citizen as rich as a Saudi Sheikh and his public realm look like Dubai or Manhattan, but who instead ran a country that felt like Upper Volta but with rockets and better health stats (though only because sick people were sent abroad for treatment).

Of course, not every outcome turns out to be what we wished for. The red dictatorship in Afghanistan, for example, was followed by a descent into fundamentalist madness so extreme that the subsequent entry of the Taliban to power was greeted by relief amongst the population.

The rest, as they say, is history. Though sometimes history repeats itself.