Credo Mutwa, Zulu spiritual leader, spoke to Bill Ryan and David Icke in Kuruman, South Africa, on Tuesday 24th August 2010, and appealed for an end to the looting of Africa.
Credo Mutwa refers to the AIDS/HIV virus which, according to some experts, was engineered as a bioweapon to depopulate Africa to allow coporations to access land, mines and resources. In the 1980s, deliberately contaminated blood transfusion stocks from the World Health Organisation delivered the HIV bioweapon to people throughout Africa, it has been alleged.
Credo Mutwa’s speech:
Last night, I thought at long last I would find the rest I need. I cannot live in a world where there is so much evil, a world at the same time which has so much potential for good.
I demand of the nations of the world: stop looting Africa. Stop defiling my motherland. Listen to Africa, please. Listen to a race already under sentence of death by American, British and whatever scientists.
We have been sentenced to death without being given a chance to plead in our own defence. We have been condemned like unwanted dogs.
A disease was made specifically to destroy us. We have never been given a chance.
Before the judgement seat of whatever imaginary God there may be, I demand that Africa be given a hearing. I demand that Africa should not be destroyed until she has had her fullest chance to plead in her defence. Even a criminal standing on the very edge of the scaffold, still has a chance to speak in his or her defence.
I want Africa to be given a fair hearing by the nations of the world before she is destroyed, because we are being destroyed. America, Britain, and whatever monstrous creatures are skulking behind those nations, have sentenced my people to death.
But we Africans are the golden link that connects all humanity together. We should be listened to. We have got a case to plead at the foot of the judgement seat of cruel humanity.
I have lived. I have travelled. I feel no sense of achievement. I just feel a great sorrow that a nation can sentence another nation to death, like so much vermin.
My wife of forty years is dead. The woman who presented me with eight children is gone. My eyes are haunted by the memory of her.
I, Credo Mutwa, have no right to breathe the air of this Earth. I should die and go …. go to hell in a bucket, for all I care. But the truth must be spoken through these lips before they are silenced forever.