Word: lyautey
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...omen was favorable. But who could depend on it? Behind locked doors, many Moroccan nationalists celebrated the day in the name of exiled Ben Youssef. A more significant omen for Morocco's future took place in the city of Port Lyautey. There 8.000 to 10.000 resentful Arabs, led by single-minded nationalists, had gone on a rampage in the medina (native quarter) the week before. They killed seven Europeans, including a woman and her daughter, whose stomachs they slit open with knives. The women's bodies were dragged through the streets of the medina. The French last week...
...hill in Port Lyautey's medina is a dusty sheep market. Legionnaires drove the Arab men there and herded them under the muzzle of a Patton tank. A dozen policemen formed a gauntlet, six on either side. One by one, the Arabs were thrust forward, each with his hands on his head...
...Thami el Mezouari el Glaoui, the aged, cunning and ruthless Pasha of Marrakech. Once a bandit in the southern Moroccan desert, El Glaoui began helping the French in 1912, the first year of the protectorate; he sheltered some French citizens from possible slaughter by rebels. The late great Marshal Lyautey was so pleased that he put the onetime bandit in charge of his Moroccan troops. Eventually El Glaoui became the local ruler of a large territory, and acquired a considerable fortune from mine dividends, taxes and miscellaneous "gifts...
Charles Thollet, a hardware dealer of Port-Lyautey, French Morocco, knows only a little English, but that did not bother him when he planned a trip through the U.S. He only looked up some addresses, and sent off a few letters beginning "Estimata Sinjoro." Last week the "Dear Sirs" of the U.S. were entertaining him and his wife royally. The language they used: Esperanto...
Casablanca is a fine place for freewheeling French businessmen: profits are big, taxes low. No one there seriously considers the need or desirability of turning the country over to the Moroccans, or giving them autonomy. Even the late Marshal Lyautey, who had a wonderful knack for getting along with Moors, seemed to think that Morocco would stay peaceably in French hands forever. Belatedly, a school for native administrators has been started, but turns out only 60 men a year...