September 23, 2008, - 6:25 am
By Debbie Schlussel
NBA gazillionaire Shareef Abdur-Rahim, formerly with the Sacramento Kings, announced his retirement from pro basketball. I, for one, am not too upset that this hoops star is going away. In fact, I wish he’d go completely away, especially from America’s kids.
Abdur-Rahim, born into a devout Muslim family, has been using his status in the NBA (and accompanying wealth), as a platform for and tool in the Islamic propaganda and proselytizing machine. He’s been actively spreading the false “Islam is peaceful and likes all peoples of all colors” baloney.
And Abdur-Rahim and his father, a Muslim cleric, stood by and supported convicted cop killer Jamil Abdulllah Al-Amin a/k/a H. Rap Brown, a former Black panther turned Muslim cleric and CAIR activist. Abdur-Rahim’s father is his (Brown/Al-Amin’s) imam in prison.
And remember Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf a/k/a Chris Jackson, the NBA player who refused to stand for America’s National anthem? Abdur-Rahim and his father think that Abdul-Rauf is a “role model.”
Oh, and Abdur-Rahim likened legitimate criticism of Islam to the attacks on Pearl Harbor. HUH?!
Abdur-Rahim appeared on the Islamic hip-hop show, “The Deen Show”, which won’t condemn Hezbollah and HAMAS and their terrorist attacks. The show, which actively seeks Islamic conversion of Americans, features a host trying to act “ghetto” in his speech patterns, while weaving in Arabic and Islamic propaganda. Abdur-Rahim appears at about 6:20 into the video, but watching the whole thing will show you what bozos and frightening creatures are involved in this movement for a Muslim America, people with whom Abdur-Rahim is active.
Abdur-Rahim’s foundation, the Future Foundation, gives money to the Boys and Girls Clubs of America. Let’s hope he only gives them money and doesn’t use this as a window to spread his Islamic ideology to inner city boys and girls across America.
It’s no loss to see Shareef Abdur-Rahim leave the NBA. It’s just one less giant paycheck for the jihad.
Aleikum Salaam, buddy. And don’t let the door hit you . . . .