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Pamela Geller, Breitbart: AFDI Counters Hamas-tied CAIR in Tampa


Anti-Jihad Group to Take on CAIR with Tampa Bus Ads Pamela Geller, Breitbart News 

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New AFDI ad in our new campaign to launch in Tampa offering real help to Muslims

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Above is CAIR's ad: CAIR statement: “The original purpose of the new ad was to
promote the free legal services we provide to all members of the

Samantha L. Bowden, Communications and Outreach
Director of CAIR-Tampa, said: “We got to set the record straight of who
we are and what we do.” I completely agree. We've got to set the record straight on who CAIR really is and what they do.

Below are the rest of the ads we will be running.

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Anti-Jihad Group to Take on CAIR with Tampa Bus Ads Pamela Geller, Breitbart News

The Hamas-linked
Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) is crowing about its victory in
Tampa, where transit officials reversed an earlier ban to allow this deceptive
Islamic supremacist Muslim Brotherhood group to advertise on its buses. And so
my human rights organization, the American Freedom Defense Initiative (AFDI), is
launching our own public service bus ad campaign in Tampa to offer help for
girls in danger of honor killing and to truth about Hamas-CAIR.

The ads have
been submitted to Tampa transit officials and will begin running on buses on
October 21.

The honor
killing ad features heart-rending photos of girls who have been murdered in
honor killings, and offers help to girls who are threatened. It is part of our
ongoing campaign to raise awareness and bring a stop to the phenomenon of honor
killing. These girls have rights, too, they’re human beings, and yet they’re
completely forgotten in our politically correct culture. We’re standing for the
human rights of these girls.

The CAIR ads are
a response to CAIR’s own ad campaign, which Tampa officials recently approved. Samantha
L. Bowden, Communications and Outreach Director of CAIR-Tampa, said: “We got to
set the record straight of who we are and what we do.”

I totally agree. We do have to set the record straight on
who CAIR really is and what they do. That’s why we are running our ads.

These ads are necessary because, as Robert Spencer has
pointed out, CAIR is not really the civil rights organization it claims to be:
“CAIR is actually an unindicted
co-conspirator in a Hamas terror funding case
— so named by the
Justice Department. CAIR operatives have repeatedly refused
Hamas and Hizballah. Several former
CAIR officials have been convicted of various crimes related to jihad terror
CAIR’s California
chapter distributed a poster
telling Muslims not to talk to the
FBI. CAIR has opposed virtually every anti-terror measure that has ever been

Our AFDI ads feature several prominent critics of CAIR, as
well as victims of the harassment that has been characteristic of the
organization’s response to those it perceives as standing in the way of its
aims. These include:

1. Muslims who came to CAIR for legal help and are now suing
CAIR for mishandling their cases and defrauding them:

  1. “It was devastating. I was taken by
    someone who was supposed to care and represent my needs.” — Bayenah Nur, who
    went to CAIR for help and is now suing CAIR
  2. “CAIR represented itself as the
    nation’s premier civil rights law firm to defend Muslims. Instead, they
    defrauded me and then cheated me afterwards.” — Iftikhar Saiyed, a Muslim who
    went to CAIR for employment discrimination

2. Lawmakers and law enforcement officials who have told the
truth about CAIR:

  1. CAIR “has ties to terrorism” and
    “intimate links with Hamas" — Senator Charles Schumer (D-NY)
  2. “CAIR, its leaders, and its
    activities effectively give aid to international terrorist groups.” — Steven
    Pomerantz, Former FBI Chief of Counterterrorism

3. Revealing statements by CAIR’s own leaders:

  1. “WHO CARES?" — CAIR's National
    Communications Director Ibrahim Hooper when asked if American Muslims were
    among the Kenya mall jihad mass murderers
  2. “Islam isn’t in America to be equal
    to any other faith, but to become dominant,” and “The Koran, the Muslim book of
    scripture, should be the highest authority in America, and Islam the only
    accepted religion on Earth.” – CAIR’s cofounder and longtime Board Chairman
    Omar Ahmad

A victim of CAIR’s opposition to counterterror efforts:

CAIR: “They lie about my life most
of the time and try to destroy my character, my capability, and my trust in the
community.” — Abdirizak Bihi, Somali Muslim anti-terror leader in Minnesota
who tried to stop recruitment by al-Shabaab, the murderous jihad terror group
behind the Kenya mall massacre, in Minnesota, and was attacked by CAIR for
doing so

This new
campaign is part of our ongoing efforts at AFDI to defend the freedom of speech
– as opposed to Islamic prohibitions of “blasphemy” and “slander,” which are
used effectively to quash honest discussion of jihad and Islamic supremacism; the
freedom of conscience – as opposed to the Islamic death penalty for apostasy; and
the equality of rights of all people before the law – as opposed to Sharia’s
institutionalized discrimination against women and non-Muslims.

It’s a fight we
should all be fighting.

Huge thanks to Big Fur Hat for executing these ads for us.

Pamela Geller's shocking new book, "FATWA: HUNTED IN AMERICA" is now available on Amazon. It's Geller's tell all, her story - and it's every story - it's what happens when you stand for freedom today. Buy it. Now. Here.

  • mjazzguitar

    When the Supreme Court of the United States determines that criticizing islam is not free speech, it will be time to exercise our second amendment rights.

  • InfidelForLife

    Brilliant – this is the way to defeat Islam. Facts – carpet bombing their lies with facts and exposing them. And the more flak you get from them, the more you can be sure you’re right on target.

  • EJO

    Attention Shruggers;
    This is a little long. But please take a few minutes to read it.
    This is Islam!
    My life of hell in an Afghan harem
    By Phyllis Chesler
    September 21, 2013 | 10:55pm
    My life of hell in an Afghan harem
    Phyllis Chesler, author of “An American Bride in Kabul,” spent five months held prisoner in Afghanistan as a young bride.
    Naive and in love, I married a man from Kabul — only to discover the horrible life of a fundamentalist Muslim wife.
    Phyllis Chesler, 72, is a feminist scholar and a professor emerita of psychology and women’s studies at City University of New York. In her 14th book, “An American Bride in Kabul” (Palgrave Macmillan) out early next month, she shares for the first time the story of the five months she spent, as a young bride, held prisoner in a Afghan household.
    I once lived in a harem in Afghanistan.
    I did not enter the kingdom as a diplomat, soldier, teacher, journalist or foreign aid worker. I came as a young Jewish bride of the son of one of the country’s wealthiest men. I was held in a type of captivity — but it’s not as if I had been kidnapped.
    I walked into it of my own free will.
    It is 1959. I am only 18 when my prince — a dark, older, handsome, westernized foreigner who had traveled abroad from his native home in Afghanistan — bedazzles me.
    We meet at Bard College, where he is studying economics and politics and I am studying literature on scholarship.
    Abdul-Kareem is the son of one of the founders of the modern banking system in Afghanistan. He wears designers sunglasses and bespoke suits and when he visits New York City, he stays at the Plaza.
    He is also Muslim.
    I am Jewish, raised in an Orthodox home in Borough Park, Brooklyn, the daughter of Polish immigrants. My dad worked door-to-door selling soda and seltzer.
    But none of this matters. We don’t talk about religion. Instead, we stay up all night discussing film, opera and theater. We are bohemians.
    We date for two years. Then, when I express my desire to travel, he asks me to marry him.
    “There is no other way for us to travel together in the Muslim world,” he says.
    Like a complete heartsick fool, I agree.
    My parents are outraged and hysterical. They warn me that no good will come of this union. Little did I know then how right they would be. We marry in a civil ceremony in Poughkeepsie with no family present.
    For our honeymoon, we travel around Europe with a plan to stop off in Kabul to meet his family. I did not know that this would be our final destination.
    When we land, 30 relatives await our arrival. Among them, not one but three mothers-in-law. I am too shocked to speak, too shocked to question what these three women might mean for my future.
    I learn that my real mother-in-law, Abdul-Kareem’s biological mother, is only my father-in-law’s first wife. Her name is Bebugul.
    There are bear hugs and kisses all around. The family is warm and inviting — I try to forget about my husband’s glaring omission.
    But before the caravan of black Mercedes-Benzes can leave, an airport official demands that I turn over my American passport.
    I refuse.
    Everyone stops. Both the official and my husband assure me that this is a mere formality. It will soon be returned to me, so I reluctantly relinquish it.
    I will never see my passport again.
    That means — I would soon learn — that I would not be able to leave Afghanistan at will. I am now subject to the laws and custom of Afghanistan, and as a Afghan woman, that means hardly any rights at all.
    My husband’s father owns a compound comprised of numerous two-story European-style houses where the various families sleep with patios, expensive Afghan wool carpeting, indoor gardens, and verandas.
    I am only 20, and I am now a member of this household, which consists of one patriarch, three wives, 21 children (who range in age from infancy to their 30s), two grandchildren, at least one son-in-law, one daughter-in-law and an unknown number of servants and relatives.
    This is my new home. My prison. My harem.
    The author’s Afghan passport, given to her after her American passport was taken. It did not allow her to escape.
    Our arrival is celebrated with a feast of unending and delicious dishes. Because of my foreign stomach, the foods — kebabs, rice dishes, yogurts, nuts — are baked with Crisco instead of ghee, an evil-smelling, rancid, clarified butter that is loved by locals but wreaks havoc on a non-native’s stomach. The smell of ghee alone can make you throw up if you’re unused to it.
    Abdul-Kareem comes alive during the celebration. He speaks Dari (even though I cannot) and leaves me with the other women.
    I am unprepared for my first-ever Muslim prayer service. Suddenly, all the men drop to the floor on all fours, prostrating themselves. I had never seen Abdul-Kareem pray before.
    When I awake the next morning, my husband is gone. I am completely alone. And I will spend every morning and afternoon that follows alone with my mother-in-law and female relatives.
    As the excitement over our arrival wears off, so does my special treatment. The household meals are now only made with ghee. I can’t eat any of it. Secretly I stow away canned goods that I indulge on in the brief moments that I’m left alone.
    Two weeks into my confinement and I have only left the compound twice — both times with a calvary of people guarding and watching.
    I am bored, so bored.
    One day, I decide to sunbathe on the private terrace that adjoins my bedroom. I don a pink bikini covered in purple polka dots. Then I hear a loud commotion that sounds like men yelling at each other.
    “What are you doing? You have managed to upset all of Kabul,” my husband says.
    He explains that a group of workmen a quarter-mile away caught sight of a “naked woman” and could not concentrate on work. A delegation had descended upon our house to demand that all women, especially I, be properly dressed.
    I start laughing.
    “Please, please just come in and put something on,” he says. “Rumors spread here quickly. By tonight, they’ll be telling their friends we are running a brothel.”
    I do as I’m told.
    Later I write in my diary: “I have no freedom at all. No opportunity to meet anyone or go anywhere. His family watches me suspiciously. Am I getting paranoid?”
    In fact, I have reason to be paranoid.
    I discover that mother-in-law has instructed the servants to stop boiling my drinking water. Because the sewage system consists of open irrigation ditches that are used as public bathrooms and for drinking water, I contract dysentery.
    Perhaps she thinks I am already “Afghan enough” to withstand any and all germs. Perhaps she wants me dead.
    She then begins her conversion campaign. She gives me prayer rugs and prayer beads and urges me to convert to Islam.
    If I don’t, I think, will she continue her campaign to sicken and kill me?
    The next day she barges into my room with a servant and confiscates my precious hoard of canned goods.
    “Our food isn’t good enough for her — she eats from cans,” she says.
    I am her captive, her prisoner; she, my jailer, might treat me more decently if I find ways to please her. This is difficult for me to write about but I did it. I repeat the words: “There is one God, Allah, and Mohammed was his prophet.”
    I am now a Muslim — at least in my mother-in-law’s eyes — but that still isn’t enough for her. When she is angry at me, she spits at me. She calls me “Yahud” or “Jew.” When I complain to my husband, he dismisses me as being dramatic.
    I must escape.
    Looking both ways, I walk out feeling like a criminal. I board a bus and notice that all the other women are at the back of the bus wearing burqas. I am horrified, slightly hysterical.
    Meanwhile, all eyes are on me. I am without even a head scarf or a coat. In this country, a naked face is almost the same as fully bared breasts. I am lost and dizzy with fear. My husband is informed of my escape, and he finds me and brings me home.
    But the desire to flee still nags at me.
    “I have been here for three months and have been allowed out only five or six times,” I write in my diary. “Is this imprisonment meant to tame me, break me, teach me to accept my fate as an Afghan woman? I want to go home.”
    Abdul-Kareem is fed up with my unhappiness. “He has begun to hit me,” I write. “Had I known something like this could ever happen, had I known that we would have to live with his mother and brothers, I would never have come here.”
    I attempt a second escape to the American embassy. But once I arrive, I’m escorted away. Without a US passport, I no longer have any rights as an American.
    I try twice more to escape — one with a return to the American embassy and another with the help of a friendly German expat. But before I can set any plans in action, I fall deathly ill.
    My temperature climbs to 105 degrees, but I receive no sympathy from my family. After days of struggling — and falling into a coma—a local doctor is called. He diagnoses me with hepatitis, explaining there’s nothing more he can do.
    This is my lowest point. I fear that if I die here I will be buried in a Muslim cemetery, forever forgotten.
    I continue to fight for my survival and beg to see an American doctor. My family agrees, but only if I am closely guarded.
    The doctor, however, manages to get me alone for a brief moment and tells me that I must return to the States for treatment. Then he orders a nurse to give me fluids. The next thing I remember is someone tugging at my IV line.
    It’s my mother-in-law.
    I call out and am rescued by a sister-in-law, who sits with me through the night. I tell my husband about his mother’s attempt on my life. He dismisses it.
    But he now realizes that if I survive this disease, I will leave him. So he contrives a way to make me stay.
    That night, a he climbs into my bed when I am feverish and sick and forces himself on me. I’m too weak to fight back. He is trying to impregnate me because if I am carrying his child, I will not be allowed to leave.
    Slowly, I recover. But I have missed two periods.
    I have to get out and it has to be now. I have only one card left to play: the royal card. I must appeal to my father-in-law, who alone has the power to return to me to my home. I send word through a servant that I would like to see him.
    He arrives and almost immediately says: “I think it will be best if you leave with our approval on an Afghan passport, which I have obtained for you. You have been granted a six-month visa for reasons of health.”
    He must have decided that he did not want a sick — or dead — American daughter-in-law who was trying to flee on his hands. Perhaps he never wanted a Jewish American daughter-in-law at all.
    He already has the passport in hand: #17384. I have it still.
    I feel saved; I feel graced. My husband grows incensed and begins to hit me and call me names. But I stand my ground. Even when I board the first plane out, he still believes that as a dutiful wife I will one day return to him.
    When the plane takes off, I am filled with more fierce joy than my body can contain. And when I finally land on American soil, I literally kiss the ground.
    I suffer a painful miscarriage shortly after my return. My body made that decision for me. I rush past any anguish, return to college, find a job and apply to graduate school. Two years after returning, I get my marriage to Abdul-Kareem annulled.
    I’ve never told this story in detail before, but felt that I must now. Because I hear some westerners preach the tortured cultural relativism that excuses the mistreatment of women in the name of Islam. Because I see the burqa on the streets of Paris and New York and feel that Afghanistan has followed me back to America.
    I call myself a feminist — but not just any feminist. My kind of feminism was forged in the fires of Afghanistan. There I received an education — an expensive, almost deadly one — but a valuable one, too.
    I understand firsthand how deep-seated the hatred of women is in that culture. I see how endemic indigenous barbarism and cruelty is and unlike many other intellectuals and feminists, I don’t try to romanticize or rationalize it.
    I got out, and I will never return.
    Adapted with permission from “An American Bride in Kabul” (Palgrave MacMillan) by Phyllis Chesler, out Oct. 1. The name of her husband and his family have been changed.

  • InfidelForLife

    Facts – something “progressives” routinely dismiss, but should take note of. As this lady learned the hard way.

  • EJO

    Who knew?
    This is Islam.
    Women shouldn’t drive because it damages their ovaries and pelvis, warns Saudi sheikh
    Sheikh Salah al-Luhaydan said if woman drove they would damage their pelvis and their children could suffer ‘clinical disorders’
    In 2011 Muslim scholars said a relaxation of the ban would see both men and women turn to homosexuality and pornography
    Women are banned from driving in Saudi Arabia
    Some defy the law – with one taking to the roads for four days continuously to protest for greater women’s rights in the country
    By Ted Thornhill
    PUBLISHED: 11:17 EST, 28 September 2013 | UPDATED: 05:37 EST, 29 September 2013
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  • RCCA

    I got a response yesterday to my letter to the Superintendent at the Women’s Rights National Historical Park, Seneca Falls, NY, concerning my objections to the park’s video of Muslim children practicing dawah for Islam. I also cited sources and pointed out that the children were displaying their ignorance of world history by claiming that Islam (i.e., their prophet) was the first culture/religion to afford rights to women to own property, etc. in the 7th century AD. (Roman women enjoyed greater equality of rights in the 5th century BC and didn’t have to cover themselves in cloth coffins.) I stated that I saw the video as an expression of institutionalized victimization and resentment being fostered in these children and I questioned if there was any attempt to educate them.
    So I was a little surprised that Noemi “Ami” Ghazala, the acting Superintendent thanked me for my letter but then went on to state:
    “Women’s Rights National Historical Park recognizes the efforts of diverse groups from around the world who work to achieve equality for all people. The videos, produced with non-appropriated, private funds from the Friends of Women’s Rights National Historical Park, Inc., are designed to show that the struggle to ensure that a world in which all men and women are created equal can become a reality. This is just one way in which America’s 401 national parks welcome and engage diverse communities through culturally relevant park stories and experiences.”
    Whatever that all bs means, as if the object of Islam is to promote equality between men and women. Even the children know better than that because the girls were already wearing hijabs in elementary school.

  • Dan in Annapolis, Maryland USA

    Probably a couple of hundred poor ‘love’ struck college girls have been scammed and tortured in this way, brides gone to the Islamic World without knowledge of what was to become of themselves since the Truth has been told only secretly in whispers so as “not to offend ISLAMIC sensibilities”.
    Would YOU worry about offending NAZI ‘sensibilities’?

  • KLKL

    CAIR needs to be outlawed if we are to be consistent in fighting terrorism they have always been pressuring government and security officials to stop investigating Muslim communities and to weaken anti-terror initiatives they have made clear through words and deed their desire to see Islam established as the only religion in America they are guilty of secretly aiding Americas’ enemies and tax fraud and they have links to terror groups WHY ARE THEY STILL LEGAL ASTOUNDS ME

  • Samantha

    I wonder how many there are, who did not make it out?

  • The media needs to ask CAIR about all those muslims in Kenya that chose to leave the mall as a super-race of protected people according to the quran because Mr.Hooper keeps telling us how islam=peace and muslims oppose ALL forms of violence.
    There wasn’t just 1 good muslims among the whole bunch that would have stood-up to the thugs and said they weren’t going to kill people in the name of allah and they would have to kill them too along with the children and infidels.

  • Not an eloi

    The black caucus believed it was In their interest to slam rep. Peter king ‘s hearings on Islamic radicalization in America. Why? Were they given blood money from CAIR to betray their countrymen. Al gore was paid by the same people who are financing jihad in Syria. I cannot imagine any patriot behaving like public t.v. Or our parks department and selling out their country for jihad blood money. Yet, they all line up to receive their check. It is so cynical and disgusting. The FBI and the CIA have been crippled in their fight prevent jihad. There are parks department officials who believe the ;burning of forests is done by jihadists because it is a recommended act of jihad. Why isn’t this a front burner issue? Why don’t people realize they are in a battle for civilization.

  • finally found it

    okay, that’s ONE thing – one thing that Schmucky’s ever done right

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