The entire article from which the excerpt below is taken is a lurid tale of Gaddafi’s perversions and sexual exploitation of young women and men. But what is most striking about it is not that he kept sex slaves. The Qur’an allows for the owning of sex slaves: “If you fear that you will not act justly towards the orphans, marry such women as seem good to you, two, three, four; but if you fear you will not be equitable, then only one, or what your right hands own; so it is likelier you will not be partial” (Qur’an 4:3). And there are Islamic scholars who justify this practice and call for it today. So that part of this story is not really news.
No, what is striking about this story is this: “Soraya was most shocked, however, to see a jaunty Tony Blair exit Khadafy”s tent, clueless as to the atrocities under his nose. ‘Hi, girls!’ he exclaimed. Those ‘girls,’ like most everyone in the dictator’s orbit “” man or woman, young or old, adviser, general, son-in-law “” were his personal slaves.” That sums up the cluelessness and pusillanimity of the West in general in its dealings with jihadists and Islamic supremacists.
“‘I am your Papa’: Moammar Khadafy sex slave reveals nightmare of rape, fear and captivity,” by Maureen Callahan for the New York Post, July 7:
…Though Khadafy had, in fact, just told her “” Soraya was his captive now, and she would be there to service him whenever he wanted “” she couldn’t quite believe it. To many Libyans, Khadafy was a feminist, his famed “Amazonian Guard” proof of the respect he held for women, trusting them with his own security. No other Mideast leader would think of such a thing. He was the author of “The Green Book,” in which he advocated for women’s equality. He took great pride in scolding the West on their shortcomings in this area.
“Moammar Khadafy is the one who opened opportunities for us to advance,” one female member of his vice squad told The Associated Press in 2011. “That’s why we cling to him; that’s why we love him. He gave us complete freedom as a woman to enter the police force, work as engineers, pilots, judges, lawyers. Anything.”
In truth, the Amazonian Guard was a front: Most of those women, too, were Khadafy”s sex slaves. He shopped for victims at weddings, schools and summits. He kept a secret apartment at the University of Tripoli campus, where he abducted and raped students. He reveled in seducing the wives and girlfriends of heads of state, ambassadors, various dignitaries. He gobbled Viagra and had to have sex at least four times a day, with four different people. It is fair to say the entire Libyan populace existed to sate his depraved sexual appetites….
Soraya was most shocked, however, to see a jaunty Tony Blair exit Khadafy”s tent, clueless as to the atrocities under his nose. “Hi, girls!” he exclaimed.
Those “girls,” like most everyone in the dictator’s orbit “” man or woman, young or old, adviser, general, son-in-law “” were his personal slaves.
For whatever reason, Khadafy left a petrified Soraya alone that first night. His female aides attended to her, alternately soothing and threatening Soraya. On her third night, she was brought to Khadafy again, and he raped Soraya so viciously that she bled for 36 hours. (After the revolution, Khadafy”s chef told The Times of India that many of the dictator’s sex slaves suffered such brutal internal injuries that “they went immediately from his bedroom to the hospital.”)
From the moment she arrived, Khadafy asked for Soraya constantly, and she could barely contain her revulsion at his grotesquerie. He ate garlic cloves for breakfast, chain-smoked and guzzled Johnnie Walker Black, did cocaine “” and made Soraya do the same. He was drunk or high all the time. He raped her right after he had raped a slave infected with hepatitis. He urinated on her. She was once summoned to Khadafy”s room only to find him raping one young man while another was forced to dress like a woman and dance; Khadafy finished, then flung them out and raped Soraya.
“He was repulsive,” she said. “And he was the president of my country.”
She was shocked at the hypocrisy. This great Muslim dictator who never prayed, who drank and smoked and raped every human in sight, who traveled with plane-loads of sex slaves and ignored every sacrifice demanded during the holy month of Ramadan: fasting, prayer, celibacy “” he”d have none of it. During this time, he”d continue to have sex “” as long as he didn’t ejaculate, he said, it didn’t count.
“It’s Ramadan, Khadafy-style,” one of his girls explained….