A Treason Made Holy: The Untold Betrayal Behind Morocco’s "Independence"

:

🩸 A Treason Made Holy: The Untold Betrayal Behind Morocco’s "Independence" By Azzouz Richard Digital creator · Human rights activist · Witness to the erasure In the hallowed halls of postcolonial history, Morocco’s “independence” is celebrated as a bloodless transition—a diplomatic victory orchestrated by a benevolent Sultan and patriotic nationalists. But this narrative is a curated illusion, sanctified by those who profited from betrayal. The truth, long buried beneath royal decrees and academic politeness, is far more damning. 👑 The Crown of Complicity The so-called Sultan, a figurehead enthroned in Fez, did not liberate Morocco. He was the instrument of colonial control—a chieftain of enslaved minds, surrounded by feudal lords and merchant dynasties who had long traded their people’s freedom for protection and profit. They invited the French Protectorate in 1912. They legitimized occupation. They called treason diplomacy. ⛰️ The Real Morocco Resisted While aristocrats penned agreements in French drawing rooms, the Berber tribes of the Middle and High Atlas—who neither spoke their tongue nor bowed to their thrones—fought and bled. Villages were torched by French regiments. Children massacred. Elders disappeared. These people had no treaties, no thrones—only memory, land, and fire. Their names are barely whispered in schoolbooks: Mouha ou Hammou Zayani, who led his people at Elhri and watched his family slaughtered before he fell in battle. Abdeslam Ouassou, the stone-born tactician whose resistance turned valleys into bastions of defiance. Countless unnamed martyrs whose only shrine is silence. 🎭 The False Prophet of Nationalism Even Abdelkrim al-Khattabi, once painted as a lion of resistance, stands at a crossroads of legacy—praised and co-opted by the same institutions he once opposed. But his war in the Rif was not the war of the Fez elite. His enemies included both colonial armies and those who signed away autonomy in Paris for palaces back home. 🏛️ From Betrayal to Blueprint Morocco’s post-1956 state is not a break from colonialism—it is its mutation. The same class that bartered our sovereignty now rules with the symbols of independence: the flag, the anthem, the throne. A republic of memories was smothered beneath a kingdom of gold. The land remains occupied—not by foreigners, but by policies, by silence, by stolen archives and history rewritten in French ink. 🗣️ We refuse to forget. The truth belongs not to the victor’s scrolls, but to the voices rising from mountains and exiles. This declaration is a wound reopened, not to bleed again—but to heal without lies.