
Although not Maghrebian in any way, I too committed to blogging for the Maghreb Union today. And having just finished working on a translation post for Global Voices with Hamza on the subject, I feel I’m a bit more knowledgable than I was well, yesterday.
The hope for Maghreb Arab Union started in 1956, after Tunisia and Morocco gained independence, but it wasn’t until 1988 that the first summit for the union came to fruition, and nothing was signed until the following year. However, the UMA has largely been a failure, mainly due to (as Youssef put it) bitch-fighting between Algeria and Morocco.
While I have only lived here for two years and don’t feel qualified to espouse on the Maghreb’s readiness for such a union, it is the fighting between Algeria and Morocco that makes me most sad. You see, I don’t like Algeria much. And I don’t like the way they’ve manipulated the issue in the Western Sahara. It is not my place to speak for the people who live there, the Saharouis, and what they want - at this point, they may very well wish only to be free. It is Algeria and the Polisario to which I direct my irritation; Algeria, seeing the conflict between Mauritania and Morocco for control of the Western Sahara, stuck its little nose in to assist the Polisario.
But regardless, Morocco’s refusal to hear a referendum on independence has been a fault as well. And all this fighting, for what? So that families from Oujda who want to see their relatives across the border have to fly out of Fez to Oran for a trip that might otherwise take 30 minutes? So that Algeria can sink even deeper into violence as they have for the past thirty years?
And so it is that I support at least some semblance of a Maghreb Arab Union. If only for the reopening of the Algerian-Moroccan border. If only for a resolution on the Western Sahara.