KOLA BOOF: What a Woman?!!
The following statement by womanist writer Kola Boof is in
response to continuing death threats by Muslim fundamentalists
from Ms. Boof's homeland, the SUDAN. I am Yi Nee Ling,
Publicist for Kola Boof. I posted these very dramatic words
by Kola Boof on August 19th after transcribing them from tape
recordings that Boof made.
This statement was made BEFORE Kola Boof was attacked
by Arab-Muslim gunmen outside Los Angeles on August 21st.
Ms. Boof survived the attack and is doing well.
KOLA BOOF stated:
There is a very real chance that I will not live to see the end of
this year....contrary to what some people think, I am truly
frightened for my life... what I feel right now is a suffocating
loneliness that is very hard to take. I only hope that my killers
won't make it painful. I will address that in full later. I will also
clarify what I said about Israel and Palestine.
But first...let me say that I do believe in God, I love God...and
I have every confidence in my role as a spiritual being.
If I didn't, I would not devote my life to the work that I do, and
I would not put my life in jeopardy...as I had to do for my people,
the Black Africans of Sudan. This, however, does not mean that
I digress from the statements that I made last week. Religion,
as I said, is NOT GOD. Religion is NOT CHRIST. Religion is
NOT ALLAH. For just as Harvard University is an institution created
by men...so is every religion. So it is my hope that the women of
the world will soon consider the important task of creating our own
institution of religion, because the ones created by men have brought
nothing but injustice, undue suffering, corruption and general
masculine stupidity to this entire planet. At some point, as
wombbearers and daughters of the earth's first Garden, we Black
women must save our children's lives and atleast attempt to save
the world. As a Sudanese woman representing the Nilotic Black
women of my birthplace, the Nile River, I refuse to accept the
Islamic notion that being a woman means that I am "dirty, unclean
and tempestuous" and should, therefore, be covered up from head
to toe as if God cann't stand the sight of me. No woman loves her
man more than I love mines, but I demand control of my own life.
I want to create my own definition of beauty that is pleasing...
TO ME. I shall continue to bare my breasts whenever I like,
and once a month, I shall bleed in the river and thank God
for my power to bring forth life, which is the ultimate magic of
a human being. And I shall create God and God shall create
me. I encourage other women, particularly Black women,
to reclaim their sexual power in the universe and to embrace
authentic spiritual knowledge by creating the woman before
dreaming the man. Let us African women pray for our sister in
Nigeria who is about to be stoned to death by Islamic hypocrites,
because she dared to enforce her own personal freedom.
Let us not forget that the men of Nigeria, both Christian and
Muslim, are some of the biggest whores on earth--and if they
were held accountable for their acts of adultery, then Nigeria
would become a nation made up of women and very small boys.
So let us pray that God will bring justice to our sister in
Nigeria--and that she will be allowed to raise and care for her
And then let us pray for Kola Boof, please. I need all the prayer
I can get.
For if these Arab sandniggers intend to kill me, as they say...
then there is nothing I can do about it. I assure you that if Arab
men from North Africa want you dead, YOU WILL DIE. So there
is nothing that can be done. Women perish everyday back home.
An African woman, a black girl like me...she is considered
nothing at all. On a daily basis, little Black GIRLS and Black
boys are stolen by Arab militias--beaten, raped, disfigured, killed,
enslaved. You see, the Arabs have a name for Black people, they
call us, "Eve's Monkey" and "Abeed" (slave race). So my life has
no value to the men who want me dead.
But I am very proud of myself. I would not change a thing that I've
done, because I feel that I have honored myself by having my say,
I feel that I have triumphed by insisting on my own freedom. I have
done what my Egyptian father asked me to do before he died...
I have become my own Queen. My father, my Mahdi Pappuh, never
felt sorry for weak people. He had six sons who died at birth. I am
the seventh child, the only one that lived. He never forgave me for
being a girl...but I have sojourned very hard so that he can be proud
now. Because I am my own Queen, you see. I achieved it, Pappuh.
I am the Naima Sijira of Omdurman. I pray that the Americans don't...
for one minute...put their trust in the Arab people of North Africa
the Middle East. It would be a grave and stupid mistake--but,
Americans are famous for being grave and STUPID. The American
government is so busy being politically correct. These Arabs go on
Oprah Winfrey to cry and whine about how misunderstood they are.
What good people they are. But knowing the Arab
world and Muslim men as I do--I can only pray for America's safety...
and cry for the millions of dead Black bodies that continue to pile up
un-noticed in Africa. Ofcourse, the Arabs have always been a great
historical enemy of Africa--it never made any difference to them that
we Africans are their parents. They killed their own mother, Egypt--
because she was Black. They killed their own mother! And once
Egypt became known as "the land that lost its color", it withered to
nothing but ruins. Because, you see, when the children don't honor
the mother, the mother dies--and then the children turn into
No identity, no direction, no real home. That's the story of Africa
the whole human race in a cowrie shell. This whole world is damned,
because we have all dehumanized, mutilated and lied on Mother
I am proud that I spoke out against slavery in Sudan--which I know
not end with a mere peace agreement. In fact, the peace agreements
really mean nothing at all, because very little will change for the
African Southerners. We need the Arab and the Caucasoid, the Whites,
to get out of Africa. If they really want to help, then they should
hell out. But the fact is--they want to exploit and suck Africa dry,
help the people. THey want to trick us into accepting the White Man's
mother as our own mother--yes, the White woman, the one caucasoid
that we African women have always been kind enough to take pity on,
because she's so infantile and two-faced, so arrogantly delusional.
To our Black faces, they call us "Sister". But that's what they've
for hundreds, for thousands of years. Arabs and Caucasoids have never
meant any good toward African people. They hate us and teach us to
hate ourselves. And I don't mind dying for being the daughter who said
it in public. A real woman never dies.
Let me say that I am very disappointed in Black leaders such as the
Jesse Jackson and Minister Louis Farrakhan, both of whom know full
that Black African slavery has been flourishing now for over two
at the hands of Arab Muslims--and yet neither one has done a thing to
stop it. It seems to me that their disdain for ISRAEL surpasses their
for African children. In fact, Minister Farrakhan is a great friend
to Sudan's Arab-Islamic President and to most of the Arab regimes of
North Africa. This is how he makes his money for the Nation of
by selling out the children of Africa. The darkskinned Black ones,
of course. Both of these men, themselves children of Africa, should be
ashamed to be such hypocrites. Like so many Black Slaves in Africa--
I am rooting for Israel to weaken Arab domination in the middle east.
Let us not forget that the rich Palestinian often purchases Sudanese
slaves right along with Saudi Arabia, Libya and the rest. He, the
Palestinian, also calls us "nigger", "Abeed" and "Monkey".
In closing, let me address the many emails and letters that I have
received from Black American women...upset with me because my
nudity embarrasses them, upset with me because of comments that
I made about Christian religion, and upset with me because of
comments I made about Micheal Jackson.
Let me say that I truly love my Black American sisters...and let me
them that we are much of the same muchness...we are the same woman, by
experience, blood and color. With all my heart, I love and take great
in my Black American sisters. Please don't forget, I myself was
raised by a wonderful African-American couple. In many ways, I am a
American woman, too. So please don't be offended when I say to
sisters, I cannot come here and be Aunt Jemima with an accent for you.
refuse. I have no concern ...whatsoever...with what White Caucasoids
about my all natural, God-given bare black titties. I have no use for
like Micheal Jackson, who as far as I am concerned, has never done a
thing with his life to honor his own people. He's a white man with
children! This is the example he sets for Black children, you
understand--that it's better to be white. Looking at Micheal
like witnessing the CASTRATION of the African man all over again! And
about this Christian religion? I cannot whorship a white Jesus
I know damned well that his mother was a Black Jew! and his father was
Blue Black Siti-Nok! I cannot abide with your Eurocentric standards of
respectability. And let me tell you something, Black America diva
You call this White woman "Sister", you call the Indian, the Asian,
Latina--all these women, you call them "Sister"--but you try to call
"Couisin"...when the truth is, it is my Black ass that is the only
SISTER you have. Your leader, Martin Luther King, he had a dream for
But I have a dream, too. My dream is that you wake the fuck up. I mean
with all due respect and love. But I mean the shit. Take these blond
out of your head and wake the fuck up! Otherwise, your children are
to...PERISH. And believe me when I tell you that the only thing that
Americans have ever had going for them...is that they were Black.
that, you're just faded trash on the American highway with the Indians
everybody else who was defeated by White men. And if you allow
be bred off this planet, after everything that your poor ancestors
through, then you really are niggerstock. There is nothing wrong with
other races of people--but only a bonafide nigger kills off his own
If you want proof, then just look to North Africa.
As a child of Africa, I understand the ritual of "appearances"...I
understand that America is a place where immigrants come from all over
world to sell their souls. I understand that my character is very
frightening to many upper class Black Americans. But I want..MYSELF
children, our Blackness, our souls intact...and I will not support a
man who does not honor me, respect me and hold me up as the mother of
race. Which is what I am. For he and I are...much of the same
I ask you...what is he without MY love and respect?
Not a Goddamned thing.
It is time for us, my Black American sisters, to give birth to a new
There is no honor, no respect for the Frog who fails to worship his
I implore you, my Sisters and Brothers in America--don't look
past...it's gaining on you. Look in the mirror and "Get a clue". A
King without Black sons is a dead man.
If I am to die--then these are the things that I wanted to say. I
buried in South Africa until a Black African man becomes the ruler of
I request a night-ocean funeral with sickle fire, I would like my
American Adoptive mother to kiss me (3 times) into the next world, I
like my Black American Adoptive father to seal my eyelids with honey,
would like Saad Eddin Ibrahim, Frances Bok and Nawal El Saadawi of
speak on my behalf, and if possible, I would like Jill Scott to sing
Nilotic Hebrew Women's lullaby "Khu Sahu Sekhem". On my tomb, let it
written--"A real woman never dies". I want fresh Wysteria and baby's
A pot of liquid silver. Men wear white robes, women wear red robes.
already prepared and frozen Sudanese Spicy Cherry Soup (an African
Gumbo)--Carol Chehade will make Caramela Kola. Alicia Banks will read
Walker's poem, "Be Nobody's Darling" and Prof. Derrick Bell will read
poem, "Sleeping Beauty". Dr. John Garang will read a speech in my
Then my three Kings will read my "letters of Sin" and then burn them,
that I have written my sins down and had my husband ask God's mercy on
behalf. My own recorded voice will recite The Lord's Prayer and sing
Islamic lullaby "Sijil". I've also been preparing Egyptian honey-wine
the closing toast and my funeral is to end with a loud burst of
life-affirming laughter. Everyone is to send me off properly by
naked into the sea and screaming my birth name (Naima) to the Sky! My
American parents (and only them) will then escort my body to the tomb,
sealed. God bless you all, and as always, "tima usrah", my beloveds.