Serial Murder of Journalists Under the Nose of Police

The main reason given by unknown folks who sent Short-Message Support (SMS) through their mobile phone to four journalists working in Abuja, the Nigerian Federal Capital Territory a fortnight ago is as important or dangerous, against the background of the rise in the spate of gruesome murder of journalists, as the end which the message desired to achieve. national police clearance check

The unfamiliar folks said they were to be able to kill the four correspondents because their steady information against the former leader of the Independent Country wide Electoral Commission (INEC), Mentor Maurice Iwu had became popular for making the government to eventually sack him. The former speaker of the Federal House of Reps, Mrs. Patricia Etteh was reported to have honestly said that her most severe enemies are journalists putting an emphasis on towards a more immediate way that “I will not talk to you people (journalists); you are my worst enemies permanently until I go to my grave. ” Generally there are a lot of folks who would not come out on view to declare their hatred for journalists but who does stream no sympathy in regards to eliminating them.

Open disorders and molestation of correspondents carrying out their reliable duties by even security operatives attached to the latter-day big men or women have added serious dimension to the entire dangerous terrain in which press have been operating. Immediate example of this sunlight inhuman treatment against correspondents were the recent detention, for practically three several hours, in a disused housing, of the Peoples Daily newspapers reporter, Mrs. Adeola Tukuru by the security details of Aviation Minister, Mrs. Fidelia Njeze.

Less than long after that, a feminine Magistrate, Mrs. Zainab Bashir ordered journalists who have gathered to pay a circumstance in her court away of the courtroom and went as far as ordering her security details to handcuff one of these, a correspondent of The Mom or dad newspaper, Mr. Lemmy Ugbegbe. Magistrate Zainab bellowed with her security men “Handcuff him and take him to prison. Tomorrow, My spouse and i will pay attention to contempt demand against him. I was not a friend of journalists… let me educate them a lesson. inches

Just on Wednesday a week ago, unidentified people attacked the Daily Trust newspaper bureau office in Jos, Level state capital, smashing the window-panes and destroying other valuables without an idea regarding the mission of the attackers. All these speak volumes about the pent up anger and cruel hatred, which have generated a wave of killings of journalists across the country. Central to such killings is the national politics which is firmly seated in personal and group vendetta.

Before 1986, Nigerian journalists only had the luxury of hearing the story of murder of journalists from the distance lands. That was when they used to listen to of the shooting of Mr. Charles Horman, a freelance journalist in Republic of chile on September 17, 1973 in United States, previously being found to be too dangerous to live because he knew too much of America’s principal role in the over-throw of Salvador Allede. That was when they used to listen to about the death squads visiting the homes or offices of journalists who wrote “bad” stories about the federal government in Chile, Guatemala and El Salvador, firing every moving thing to death in broad day.

That was when they used to hear about how precisely Walter Tobago of The Corriers newspaper was gunned down in 1980 and a number of press working for the major newspaper in Japan, Asahi Shimbun were tied to trees and stoned to death. Even at that, journalists in Nigeria, in concert with what overdue Dele Giwa said in Daily Times of September 4th, 1979 “Every reporter, be it in Akure or somewhere in Soviet Union, should feel worried at the wanton eradicating of any journalist everywhere in the world, very well empathized using their colleagues in those a long way away countries.

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