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Mohammed and Marx. In Khartoum, the principal leader of the coup was Major Hashem al Atta, 35. Atta and two other Communist sympathizers had been booted off the ruling seven-officer Revolutionary Command Council by Numeiry last November, ostensibly for leaking state secrets. Atta, supported by the presidential guard and an armored division, skillfully directed the takeover of Numeiry's headquarters and Omdurman radio, which proclaimed that "democratic Sudan has been established." Atta named Lieut. Colonel Babakr al Nour, 37, to be president of a revolutionary council, and himself vice president...
...rebels, he said, wanted lower living costs, freedom for Communists and trade unionists, and autonomy for the non-Moslem rebels of southern Sudan, who have been in revolt ever since independence (TIME, March 1). Atta was reinforced not only by elements of the Sudan's 26,000-man army but also by the nation's Communist Party. With 6,000 active members and the support of 200,000 trade unionists, it is the biggest and most vigorous in the Arab world, largely by virtue of its skill at getting Marx and Mohammed to coexist (verses from the Koran...
...Numeiry set about the business of revenge. "Arrest every Communist," he told the Sudanese. "The Communists are traitors." Whether that order would lead to an Indonesian-style slaughter was uncertain; in any case, the government was taking care of its special enemies. Numeiry established four tribunals for speedy justice. Atta and three other rebel officers were shot the next morning; other executions followed. Nour and Hamadallah, who were delivered to Numeiry by Gaddafi's aides, may also die. Like Jordan's King Hussein (see following story), the Sudanese leader was using strong measures to consolidate his power. Like...
...Atta boy. You can eat 'em up here. Go to Aqueduct. You'll make some bread there...
...narrator, Brown sounds most at sea whenever he ventures a comment on activities ashore. Like any loquacious neighborhood, hobbyist who has gone overboard for home movies, he mixes obtuse observations of native customs with exuberant how-dy-do's ("Say hello, Lance. Atta baby!") to some of his surfing pals visited along the way. Perhaps wisely, Brown leaves analysis of the surf-cult mystique to seagoing sociologists, but demonstrates quite spiritedly that some of the brave souls mistaken for beachniks are, in fact, converts to a difficult, dangerous and dazzling sport...