….does it make you feel better? This constant assertion that because he had never been to Nigeria, he is not Nigerian?
….does the colour of his passport lessen the heinousness of his murderous act? The cold-blooded hacking down of a fellow human being in broad daylight?
….would you have cared about his nationality if that had been your brother, son, cousin, father or friend cut down so savagely in the prime of his life?
….are the reports of Boko Haram extremism in almost every part of Nigeria an exaggeration, a cruel invention of the British press merely out to malign a nation?
I ask these questions because I fail to see the point of all the denunciations of Michael Adebolajo winging their way across Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp, and I dare say, BBM.
The facts as I know them are this.
Two men, at least one of whom has been identified as being a British citizen of Nigerian descent, attacked and killed a serving British soldier on a street in Woolwich, London yesterday. One of them was making statements on camera as to why they carried out this horrific act. They made no attempt to run away or evade capture. They urged witnesses to call the police. Allegedly, one or both of them ran towards the policemen with meat cleavers/machetes in both hands. T o my mind, they were seeking to commit suicide by cop. Their desire was to be mown down in a hail of bullets and thus achieve martyrdom, their Nirvana. But this is Britain, where the rule of law prevails.
I am proud of our British police force, who in spite of extreme provocation, were disciplined enough to restrain themselves and not shoot to kill. Instead, they used reasonable force to disarm and thus neutralise the deadly force of the duo who will recover, stand trial, and be made to pay for their dastardly act according to the laws of the land. For that is what makes Britain great, our refusal to sink to the levels of the depraved, the zeros.
As for you, my fellow Nigerian by virtue of descent, I know you will sleep better tonight. Because you have have helped in your own small way. You have disowned the culprit(s) in the most public way you can think of (via social media). And all is well with your world, you have proven you are not ignorant.
Adieu Lee Rigby, our fallen hero. You died in the service of Queen and country. For this, we thank you, rest well.