The Barre Project

There are many Somali men coming into Starbucks today. It makes me think of Barre. He was a Somali scribe who was at Fairview University Riverside Psych lockdown when I was undercover as a commitment patient, for the CIA, years ago. He challenged me one day and grabbed my hand and squeezed as hard as he could and I just squeezed back. At a certain point, he looked in my eyes and yelled, "ALLAH," at the top of his lungs. They had had him locked down and wouldn't let him pray. That is torture for a scribe. He knew that that was taken away, but I was put in front of him and it brought him peace and true belief. High and holy women (10 at a time) would come nightly with home cooked meals. They would go into his room for privacy, and I suspect sexuality. It was a much needed 911 situation and Somalis handled it with dignity and grace. One night they got him out of that lock down chamber and he disappeared, actually. I set him free with a special ability I honed on Oahu that I would use for dignitary visits. I used it for Gavril, a royal Russian 19 year old, too. His mother, a Russian Royal Ballet ballerina would visit nightly and couldn't even get him out of that lockdown. He flew away, but not before dancing ballet with me and doing a Russian royal throw. The staff went crazy. I think that we need to find those tapes of Barre and show a new side to Somalia outside terrorism. Maybe David Muir, from ABC, would like to show the world the moment that Barre ACTUALLY DISAPPEARED on film. It was freaky.