The Professor’s Voice

By Musa Hassan Bility The publication of the State Department’s reports on Liberia, which I have painstakingly read, darkened my weekend. Page after page, the words leapt at me like a cold betrayal. I never saw this coming. I never…

By Hon. Musa Hassan Bility From the red clay roads of Saclepea, I write today not just as a legislator, but as a father, a brother, and a victim of the war we are losing. Liberia is at war, and our enemy is not across the border, it is…

By Musa Hassan Bility President Joseph Boakai’s recent Executive Order No. 151, which restricts the export of unprocessed natural rubber from Liberia, has reignited national debate over the future of the country’s most historic…

By Musa Hassan Bility This week, I write to you not from the red clay roads of Saclepea, but from across the ocean, in the heart of America. And yet, as I walk the clean, ordered streets of this foreign land, my thoughts remain at home,…

By Musa Hassan Bility This week, I reflect on my birth. I reflect on my father, his hard work, and his dignity. I reflect on my mother, her resilience, her warmth. I reflect on Saclepea, where my story began. The town that…

By Musa Hassan Bility This weekend, I find myself once again in solitary reflection, quiet, withdrawn, just thinking. There are no crowds around me, no flashing lights, no microphones, only the sound of my conscience, echoing in a…

Title: Keep Looking for the Businessman By Rep. Musa Hassan Bility I was born in struggle. Raised in Saclepea, where the soil was rich but life was hard. My mother, a humble farmer, broke her back so I could go to school. My father,…

Carefully studied, Liberian politics over the years has burst into two tributaries - one with citizens amused by and drunk with familiar failures on the one hand and recycled broken promises on the other. Elections featuring different…

-By Musa Hassan Bility Dear Fellow Liberians, No child is born hating. No one enters this world already suspicious of another tribe or hostile to another faith. Hate is taught. Division is engineered. And in Liberia, too many…

By Musa Hassan Bility From the quiet hills of Saclepea, where the air still carries the hum of early morning markets and the hopes of people who believe in fairness, I write today with a heart full of concern—and cautious hope. The…