Cry foul; curse the green on your passport; mourn the clash of colour, if not civilizations — you can do what the blazes you please, but the whites of this world still continue to emotionally, financially, morally and physically lynch us to feed their empty treasuries
PASSENGERS transiting through Britain and coloured, rise up and rebel! Oh really?
Cry foul; curse the green on your passport; blame it on your creed; mourn the clash of colour if not civilizations — you can do what the blazes you please, but the whites of this world, the ‘racists pigs’, once our colonial masters, still continue to emotionally, financially, morally and physically lynch us to feed their empty treasuries.
Shame on the ‘nation of shopkeepers’! The mercenaries live up to their name. In truth, the 21st century word is ‘thug’ — America and its President having flippantly reinvented its usage by slapping it freely on whosoever says ‘in your face’ to them. Cloyingly, the Americans lisp ‘the-ug’ many times over — it latches on to their forked tongues quite easily.
Well, Bush’s protigi or should I say ‘poodle’ Blair, today ‘thugs’ millions of passengers flying over his airspace! His embassies, stinking with the lowliest of the low, terrorize innocent citizens from mostly Africa and Asia, decreeing that anyone whose destination is not Britain but his flight has a stopover must get a “Direct Airside Transit” visa, “even if you only intend to remain airside and will not pass thorough UK Immigration.”
For just a touchdown while cooped inside the plane, the price you pay is $47!
This airway robbery began two months ago. By now, London must burst with moneybags flowing in from its missions abroad, who apart from ripping those profiled from Third-World countries, treat them like wogs, to top it!
And here is Pakistan ‘dying’ to jump back into Her Majesty’s lap of Commonwealth (did you know this richest lady on earth eats her cereal in Tupperware)! And the Brits respond by bugging our embassy in London — no apologies made, no regrets offered, no explanations forwarded.
As legatees of the British Raj, our slavish mentality never ceases.
Death does not come announced, Prime Minister Tony Blair! Go tell this to your visa officers.
The extremely rude and high-handed staff at the British Consulate in New York cannot understand this simple fact of life. Begging for a transit visa is a black from Uganda whose sister is dead and he must catch the next plane out to attend her funeral. “You should not have waited for the last minute to apply for the visa,” shouts the visa officer at the dumbfounded fellow. I simply can’t believe my ears! How callous, how inhuman can the whites get? Instead of sympathy, even cursory, the spitfire blasts her grovelling victim for applying at the 11th hour.
We watch with disbelief. Dare we intervene — you’ve got to be kidding!
Tattered seniors — brown, black yellow — totter about, there are not enough seats to rest against the sagging rails of life. During an infinite wait period, should the thirsty want water, either you suffer dehydration and get your visa or step outside for a drink and say goodbye to your visa. It is your call.
“Please sit in the main area, go downstairs to the lobby, or else you will be removed by Security,” corrals the bloke over the public address system, every few minutes, treating one like cattle.
As the chill begins to close around your bare bones with the afternoon light switching off to segue in dusk, the scrooges at the Consulate turn off the heat to save energy! And sometimes, when their conscience really pricks them hard, they lower it several notches, but not pull the plug on hoi polloi waiting the whole day to get their visas for a country they had never bargained for in the first place!
Shifting the swell of the feet for full four hours in a queue that snails along, you finally make it to the cashier’s window to gratuitously with both your hands — and with a grin — pay your $47 offering, because you’re a pip-squeak, who dare dream to touch down on their soil. Mr Surly gets real pesky when you push your credit card for him to debit while you silently offer a shukarana to your chastisement, vowing never to fly an airline that breaks its journey in England ever, ever again.
“Do you realize that you are wasting my time, slowing down the whole line by paying through a credit card?” barks the bulldog from behind the window! By now, you want to hit back real bad by telling the buffoon that his official web site says we can pay by credit card. But, once again, you lump the insult — by now so many.
The phones never stop ringing, but they are left unattended, enough to jar and jangle the nerves of those caged within the Consulate’s walls.
Another anomaly: the Brits advertise the ‘VAF 3’ short for ‘Direct Airside Transit Visa’ can be filed online. What baloney! You have to present yourself in person, waste one full working day, get mental abuse by tuppence worth of staffers and to crown it all, cough up a cool $47 all for nothing!
Translation services are not offered, nor is anyone accompanying an elder person or handicapped allowed in. Families are kicked out of the building and must wait outside on the pavement in freezing weather. Snow will soon begin its annual assault. How then will the visa seekers and their families fare, why should anyone care?
And as a double whammy, the airlines, including the PIA and travel agents, never breathe a word to their clients when issuing tickets. Even they have gotten so greedy. They keep mum about the British visa. It’s not their problem, why waste their time and breath trying to explain, they argue.
The result: everyone, repeat, everyone travelling without VAF 3, say to Pakistan or any other destination with a stopover in UK, is turned away at the airport, bag and baggage!
If this is not human rights violation, what is?
The Americans, who until now, humiliated, imprisoned and deported hundreds of Muslims from 25 countries, who did not register on arrival in America or go for annual registrations have suddenly discontinued this practice.
And how so?
Attorney General Ashcroft, I assure you, hasn’t been struck by a bolt of lightning from his good Lord, ordering him to go easy on the Muslims. It’s the money, stupid!
The Yankees like their cousins the Brits, have realized that they can’t waste any more money on wog registrations, etc...so they have scrapped it, but hey, it doesn’t mean that you won’t be photographed and fingerprinted the moment you land in the US! That ignominy — the ultimate — survives.
It means not that from now on, the ugly Americans will greet you to the USA with a broad smile and address you as ‘sir’ or ‘madam’! No way. You will still be shown an attitude, put into secondary questioning if you’re a healthy young male who looks like a distant relative of the “dirt bag” Osama or a nephew of the “sleaze-ball” Mullah Omar, or even bear the faintest features of the “scum of the earth” Saddam Hussain.
Oh by the way, did I tell you, if you happen to be a ‘Hussain’ or ‘Hasan’ or ‘Mohammad’ but look harmless enough with virility shrivelled, rejoice not, for you too will pass the pearly gates of US Immigration and end up in Hades — sitting for hours, knees knocking, a ‘person of interest’ as Americans say when they haul in someone for questioning.
Cry foul; curse the green on your passport; mourn the clash of colour, if not civilizations — you can do what the blazes you please, but the whites of this world still continue to emotionally, financially, morally and physically lynch us to feed their empty treasuries 
