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January 12th

On this day in 1995 Qubilah Shabazz, the daughter of Malcolm X was arrested for conspiring to kill Louis Farrakhan.

Qubilah with Malcolm

This is in fact a really shitty little story of a woman being hounded, nasty little FBI informants and, being left with a feeling that it all seemed to be about getting one over on Malcolm’s daughter rather than any real awful murder about to be committed.

Why do I think that? Qubilah had seen her father murdered when she was just four years old. From that moment onwards her mother, Betty Shabazz believed that Louis Farrakhan had been involved in the murder of Malcolm. Farrakhan has denied being actively involved, but at times has said that maybe the things he said led to it happening. Then again in a speech he gave in 1993 he said:

Was Malcolm your traitor or ours? And if we dealt with him like a nation deals with a traitor, what the hell business is it of yours? A nation has to be able to deal with traitors and cutthroats and turncoats.

To be honest, if a man who I had reason to dislike, fear and possibly

Qubilah escorted into court (May 1995) by her lawyer

hate, said that about my father’s murder, I’d be strongly inclined to believe that he had been part of the conspiracy to murder him. Qubilah did hate Farrakhan and worse, she was worried about her mother’s safety. Betty was vocal and without fear in her belief that Farrakhan had planned her husband’s murder. Her daughter feared, rightly or wrongly, that Farrakhan might also plan the murder of her mother.

Forward to 1994. An old school friend of hers, Michael Fitzpatrick, claimed that she called him and asked him to murder Farrakahn. She definitely did call him and there was talk of how dangerous Farrakhan was and that she wanted him dead. Unfortunately for Qubilah, what she didn’t know was that Fitzpatrick was an FBI informant. They spoke throughout May and June of that year. He asked her to marry him and actively encouraged her to talk about her hatred of Farrakhan and her desire to see him murdered.

However, luckily for Qubilah, Fitzpatrick also started recording his phone conversations with her, probably at the request of the FBI. After her arrest she was indicted on the charges of using telephones and crossing state lines in a plot to kill Farrakhan. A couple of surprises came up at this point. One was that the recordings made by Fitzpatrick to prove her guilt, made him look like he was entrapping her. She came across as unsure, nervous, tentative and an unwilling conspirator. The other was that Farrakhan himself spoke in her defence, saying he did not believe her capable of murder, that she was a good girl who had been led astray. Certainly, Qubilah was, by then, suffering from alcohol and drug problems. Her life had not been easy, she was almost certainly paranoid and Fitzpatrick and the FBI had used this to push her into breaking the law.

This is the bit I find so despicable. Hadn’t the woman suffered enough? I mean really, did the FBI think that she was some sort of national danger? Anyway! It was clear that it would be hugely difficult to find her guilty of the original charges (which could have seen her do up to 90 years in jail) and so a plea bargain saw her maintain her innocence, but she took responsibility for her actions. She was then required to undergo psychological counselling and drug and alcohol abuse treatment for two years in order to avoid prison.

As far as I know, the FBI weren’t told to sort themselves the fuck out and nothing happened to Fitzpatrick, even though a good kick up the arse was the very least he deserved for being such a nasty little shitehawk.

Unfortunately, there was more sadness in the Shabazz family in the years following this, but let’s end on something that at least approaches a happy ending. I am in no mood to bring myself and all of you down any further than I already have.

Today is the birthday of French actor and serial dater of hot women, Olivier Martinez.

His name won’t mean much to you if you never read the gossip pages, because while he is an actor, he’s not really that famous as an actor. He is however famous for being good looking and dating, cheating on, breaking up with and then dating, a number of hot famous women. It has been said of him that given the number of women he has probably had pre-marital ghastliness with, his wank bank is probably as big as Fort Knox.

His Milkshake brings all the girls to his yard

He first came to notice as the boyfriend of Mira Sorvino and has since been attached to a lot of famous women, including Kylie Minogue, Rosie Huntington-Whitely and is now, allegedly, engaged to Halle Berry. He’s definitely been her boyfriend for a while and he’d probably be mad to not want to marry her. Well, for all I know she could be as mad as a box of frogs, but she is stunningly beautiful.

Anyway,he’s 46 today, still hot, still making laydeez go weak at the knees and occasionally being in a film that no one ever gets to hear about. I’m not going to wish him a happy birthday. I’m not being churlish, but frankly the man has everything. He needs nada from me!


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Apropos of nothing

I like to look at my site stats. It’s not a needy thing, I’d hate you to think that, it’s more of a triumphal review of how terribly popular I am. <Ahem>

Anyway, for those who don’t know, you get all sorts of info from your stats. Number of views, what pages have been looked at links that have been clicked, referrers (like Facebook, Twitter and various other sites) and search engine terms that have brought people to the site.

The last is the most, er, interesting. There are always odd little search terms. Yesterday for example there was “Magic roundabout meringue”. No idea what it was about, nor indeed how it brought anyone to my blog. I don’t recall talking about Dougal, Florence, Brian, Ermintrude, et al, or about meringues, but anyway …

A really good artist's impression of what it might have looked like if the conspiracy theory was real

So far today there is only one search engine term which has tickled me far more than any of the more surreal ones: “Where was Ethel during Robert Kennedy’s assassination?” Now, as someone who asks all sorts of questions about history, it’s not that it’s an unreasonable question, but each time I look at it, I think “You think she did it, don’t you? You think that she was secreted in one of the ovens in the Ambassador Hotel in LA and jumped out and shot him when everyone else was distracted by Shere Khan Sirhan Sirhan!” Ethel of the multiple and continuous pregnancies, had enough of her husband doing it with other laydeez, getting all popular and constantly getting her up the duff and so she got in touch with the quasi murderous Christian Palestinian tiger and came up with a cunning assassination plan. Or maybe she was just with him at the hotel and trying to get help when he was shot.  I am mostly convinced that this, rather than the oven plan is what happened that night.

Of course, the person who was wondering about it, may just wanted to know more about Ethel and how bad it must have been for her that night. As such, I feel I should apologise for them landing upon a page where all that was said about Ethel was that she was pregnant almost continuously for the whole of her marriage. But, then again, I got another view out of it, so what do I have to apologise for!

And la! As I said, this was apropos of nothing at all, just a momentary insight into the strange place I call my mind.

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