From The Grio — “Eccentric.” “Corrupt.” “Evil.” “Murderer.”
There are a lot of words that have been used to describe Libyan leader Colonel Muammar Gadhafi and members of his family. Thus far, “Beyoncé fan” hasn’t generally been at the top of that list.
That’s all changing now, thanks to reports that the Gadhafi family has spent major amounts of money — we’re talking six figures — on lush and star-studded New Year’s Eve parties featuring private concerts by American pop stars like Mariah Carey, Beyoncé, and Usher.
Rumor has it that Muammar’s youngest son Hannibal, who has been involved in a number of violent incidents in recent years, including physically abusing his wife and breaking her nose, paid Beyoncé a cool $2 million for her private performance. One year earlier, Mariah Carey reportedly received a $1 million paycheck for the same gig hosted by Hannibal’s brother Moatessem.
These concerts are just the beginning of a long list of the Gadhafi family’s luxury expenses, many of which are detailed in a 2010 Wikileaks cable.
WATCH NBC NIGHTLY NEWS COVERAGE OF THE GADHAFI’S LIFESTYLE:
Now, the man who Ronald Reagan once famously called the “mad dog of the Middle East” and who is responsible for brutally suppressing and killing peaceful protesters in recent weeks with tanks, helicopters and warplanes has been linked both socially and financially to some of our most beloved black superstar entertainers.
In order to wrap your head around the incredible and absurdly inappropriate nature of these transactions, I invite you to try to imagine this scene: the rich, privileged heirs to billions of dollars in wealth of a corrupt dictator’s oil fortune, sitting back to admire the shimmies and shakes of Beyoncé’s famous dance moves, nodding their heads along with the music, grinning wildly in admiration of her signature sass, and perhaps even losing themselves for a moment in the sheer diva-ness of it all, until finally, realizing they never really had a choice in the matter, leaping to their feet, giving in to the gyrations of their bodies, and waving their waists wildly to the “Bootylicious” beat.
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly, indeed.
One would think Beyoncé’s earnest and impassioned taunts regarding what one should have done what if one had truly “liked it” (Am I right “Single Ladies”?!) might lose some oomph when delivered to a roomful of power-hungry human rights violators who could doubtlessly afford to put countless rings on it, if they so desired. Alas, it seems the main message of the song still resonated strongly with the Gadhafi brothers.