The Shame of Zahi Hawass & the Genius of Cheikh Anta Diop!
Flanking soldiers present at the firing of Zahi Hawass!
Nobody actual scientist cares about Dr. Zahi Hawass. Hawass; a man who made a career of attacking actual geniuses who spoke and taught the truth of an African Kemet, insists that he has rarely been happier. His enforced mandatory retirement has given him the leisure to do what he always wanted pretend he is relevant.
The long-reigning king of misrepresenting Egyptian antiquities has been forced into exile—but he’s plotting a return. The following is a quote from the Smithsonian Magazine by Joshua Hammer "Clad in his familiar denim safari suit and wide-brimmed bush hat, the famed archaeologist is standing inside the burial vault of the Step Pyramid of Djoser, a six-tiered, lopsided mound of limestone blocks constructed nearly 5,000 years ago. The huge, gloomy space is filled with scaffolding.
A restoration and conservation project, at Saqqara outside Cairo, initiated by Hawass in 2002, has been shoring up the sagging ceiling and walls and staving off collapse. But the February 2011 revolution that toppled Hosni Mubarak—and ended Hawass’ controversial reign as the supreme chief of all Egypt’s antiquities." Today much of Hawass’ legacy s threatened as well as Afro-centrists unlike those Eurocentric Egyptologists of Hawass' day come with science, archeological evidence and critical thinking to back up their theories not the money of a government and a command based in white supremacist legacies to students to follow what I say as fact not actual facts! With tourists nearly gone, funds dried up and the Ministry of Antiquities leadership reshuffled several times in the past two years, preservation work on the pyramid has ground to a near halt.
Hawass alights on the subterranean floor and shines a flashlight on the Pharaoh Djoser’s granite sarcophagus. I follow him on hands and knees through a low tunnel, part of a network of five miles of passages that workers burrowed beneath the pyramid in the 27th century B.C. The air is redolent of mud and dust. “The dead king had to go through these tunnels to fight wild creatures until he could become Osiris, the god of the underworld,” he tells me, stepping back into the sunlight. One wonders if Hawass will ever have the respect he once had and be able to step into the sunlight as a respected scientist and not a tool of political expediency and racism.