Nobody is forcing this government to clean up Liberia’s drug mess. They put this duty on themselves. They stood on platforms across this country and swore they would do it. That promise has now come due. No more clever tactics. No more passing blame. No more excuses.
They came to power promising a clean sweep. Sweep the drugs from our ports. Sweep the traffickers from our streets. Give Liberia back her good name. Fine. The people now hand them back the broom and say the one word they keep dodging: sweep. Sweep the drug you allowed — and now.
The Numbers Do Not Lie
What they allowed can no longer be hidden. On June 8, some 237 kilograms of cocaine — worth US$19 million — passed through Roberts International Airport. It was labeled as food seasoning. It was cleared on papers this same government approved. Six weeks later came Duazon — or was it Paynesville? They cannot even keep their own crime scene straight. There, officers found 3,971 kilograms. That is more than US$300 million by the government’s own figure. Two foreigners were arrested on passports the investigators themselves do not trust. And the police say the network behind it is worth US$400 million. From US$19 million to US$400 million in just six weeks. That is not a door closing. That is a door blown off its hinges — under the very hands that swore to lock it.
And by their own mouths, they told us how long this has been going on. The Attorney General says the network may have been operating here for six years or more. Six years. So, while these men traveled to all fifteen counties swearing the poison would leave with the last government, the cartel was already here — renting, buying, packing suitcases marked Coco and Poseidon in a warehouse a short drive from the Executive Mansion. They were not fooled. They were hired to remove a thing they had already found. Instead, they let it grow.
The Rot Is Inside the House
Then the dirt reached the very hand holding the broom. A Deputy Commissioner for Crime Services — the top officer over the unit that investigates crime in this country — has been removed from duty. He allegedly admitted taking US$10,000 tied to the biggest cocaine case in our history. Two National Security Agency officers are locked up. Do not tell me this shows the system is working. When the police must fire the head of their own crime unit in the middle of their biggest case, that is not health. That is proof of how sick the house has become.
And notice where the cleaning always stops. They arrest the courier. They arrest the caretaker. They parade the foreigner and the small officer for the cameras. But the broom never climbs higher. It always stops one floor below the room where these deals are really made. A broom that sweeps the yard but fears the parlor is not fighting the dirt. It is protecting it.
Lies Instead of Answers
So, what does this government do when ask to finish the job? It reaches for another lie. When Duazon broke, they did not explain how the drugs got there. They announced that the raid happened near a senator’s house. That is not evidence. That is only geography. When that did not stick, a photo appeared — a fake, if it is what it looks like — placing one of the arrested foreigners beside a former president. This is the price they now pay: a government so full of lies that its own people believe it had a hand in everything it touches.
Now the Cartel Is Talking
And now the danger is no longer sitting quietly at the ports. It is speaking. A message — we do not yet know who sent it, but the threat is plain — claims the seized drugs as its own. Angry. Demanding. Counting down Liberia’s hours. Whether it came from the cartel or from a forger, the meaning is the same: a country that let this poison settle is now being ordered, like a hired hand, to give the drugs back. That is the shame these men brought on us — a nation forced to bargain with the very evil it promised to sweep away.
Enough. Sweep it — and now. Name the financiers you are shielding. Finish the cases you have stalled. Fire every officer the money has bought — all of them, in the open. Stop pointing at houses and photos and give us, for once, a conviction. Put the guilty in prison and the drugs in the fire. Spare this country the shame and the danger now hanging over our heads. You asked to be judged by the drug question. The people have watched. Sweep it now!
