journalist, I was engaged in public service as a framework. I was seconded to the Office of Radio Mauritania in 1977. I worked there without interruption until the serious events that have shaken the country in 89 between Senegal and Mauritania. Events that have been the source of my termination and my exile in France.
After the clashes Ethnic April 89 between Senegal and Mauritania, Ould Taya and accuse his regime of having committed a vast movement of deportations of black citizens, especially against one of parts of the country, Haalpulaar, an ethnic group that lives also side of the Senegal River.
I accuse Ould Taya regime of having planned and carried out this operation by setting the first list by the General Directorate of Security.
Among them were such senior officials, academics, journalists, middle managers and junior staff, soldiers and ordinary villagers peasants. Some were taken directly from their place of work at the airport, others appeared before the first director of the Police Force or a Regional Director of Police or sometimes even before a single commissioner of police headquarters before being the same fate.
This was still the best thing that could happen to anyone. For it happened that one is kept in "villas" set aside for this purpose no one knows how long and tortured. It is within this context that I was repeatedly summoned and brought to the police.
This Thursday, May 22 at 11 am, two plainclothes officers came get me on the radio when I was about to do a report. Before following them, I informed my colleagues in this meeting. Aboard a white police R5, we went through the TV to pick up a colleague director Moussa Ba Sidy before being taken to the district of Ksar.
On arrival, the police have brought in a large waiting room crowded with people, black Mauritanians and essentially haaalpulaar. Around noon, the commissioner simply asked me to submit my certificate of citizenship.
After this verification of identity, I left the radio taxi. I later learned that my colleague from the TV had been released. This Thursday, June 1, I was still on the radio. At 9 pm, a policeman in uniform, this time picked me up in front of my colleagues. He took me off the police station located across from my workplace.
Upon arrival, he immediately introduced into the waiting room. Given the long queue, I was not introduce him into the commissioner's office until about 16h to undergo interrogation. I declined as usual my identity.
But to my surprise, interrogation focused on my "supposed relationship" with the movement FLAM (Liberation Front of blacks in Mauritania). Unwilling and unable to answer any more questions without m'enferrer I preferred to remain silent. The Commissioner referred me to another hearing Saturday, June 3 Returning home, I learned that Sidy Ba Moussa was deported to Senegal.
I will learn later that it was a question that I am deported along with my colleague from the TV, but for the intervention of my aunt Aïssata Kane, former Minister for Social Affairs under Ould Daddah and then NGO consultant and advisor to the Ministry of Women and current retirees.
She played an important mediating role in this matter. That's how I introduced myself to the police headquarters accompanied by the above date of my aunt Aïssata Kane provided with a copy of the certificate of nationality. Previously I had given my all original for safety.
Indeed, I feared that I confiscate them after the interrogation as was the case with most of those who had been summoned. Questioning this time in the presence of my aunt was on our relationship.
authorities were familiar with these ties of kinship with her and other relatives as Ibrahima Abou Sall and Kane Saidou and a colleague Ibrahima Sarr Mocktar who were then detained in prison Aioun, prisoners of conscience for having published the manifesto of the Negro-Mauritanian, a diatribe against the racism of blacks in Mauritania and supported by Amnesty International.
After this introduction, the Commissioner asked a policeman to take me out to leave him alone with my aunt. He led me in a cell, pushing me violently inside and then lock me up inside. I was alone in a cell reserved offenders generally.
I stayed until the same officer came to escort me open myself to the commissary. It was 10am. The Commissioner told me I was free and I am left with my aunt. I wanted to resume service soon, but to my surprise, the manager notified me verbally on the radio I was reassigned to the Ministry.
What verbally confirmed to me the Director General at the end of an interview he granted me. And this is the beginning of a cover-up that dare not speak its name. After endless back and forth to the Ministry of Information, I learned that I had been dismissed for dereliction of duty. This is the method used to give legal cover to the many unfair dismissal or deportation.
I nevertheless proceeded to an administrative appeal which of course has remained unanswered. I thought my dismissal was the purpose of all these persecutions and that I was done with police harassment.
was severely wrong This Thursday, June 29 to 20h, two uniformed policemen came to the house. We boarded a 404 black white van of the police. They took me to the police Toujounine, 10 km from the capital. They introduced me into the office of Commissioner to expect.
They came out leaving me alone with him. The Commissioner began to speak Hassania, Moorish dialect. Not quite understanding what he was telling me I have kept silent. Then he resumed his speech in French to tell me that this was proof that I was not because Mauritanian Hassanya not speaking.
I replied that I speak Pulaar and French. This was exacerbated and he threatened to make me go home to him who was Senegal. He also began to tell me about the FLAM and claimed that I am inside. Then the commissioner called the two policemen who forcibly threw me into a small salle.Ils beat me with batons before closing the door on me.
I spent the night in this tiny room until morning. On waking I rave in a spirit wave by lack of sleep. I turned around in that cell. At 7 pm I was finally free. Given the state I was, I went to my aunt. The latter complained to the authorities who claimed it was a mistake.
Fearing for my safety, I decided to stay with a friend to avoid isolation. I remained unemployed and without resources until 23 August, when my hired as coordinator and responsible for social mobilization for UNICEF as part of the Maghrebian immunization days from October 15 to December 18, 1989.
This employment contract gave me a sort of international protection. I was not mistaken as some senior officials of Ministry of Information are actually coming on several occasions to UNICEF to meet with the representative of my presence in this organization.
latter which planned to put me in another project at the end of my contract, was for a security problem, bound to advise me to leave the country with a proposal for a mission in Paris.
It became necessary for my safety was more assured in my own country. I left Nouakchott on January 1, 1990 at 00h 35 by Air Afrique flight and since I live in exile in France.
Source: Baba Kane
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