The crew of the Freedom Flotilla boat, Handala, warned Israel to obey international law but are now in captivity, reports LINDA PENTZ GUNTER

The last time a French president arrived in an Arab country in the midst of a crisis, he did so bearing the gift of democracy. That was back in 2011 when Nicolas Sarkozy descended on Benghazi along with his then British counterpart, David Cameron, to cheer on the “revolution” that had erupted in the city, desperate as both leaders were to ride the wave of the so-called Arab Spring all the way to the rocks of Western hegemony.
Nine years later you would find it impossible to locate democracy in Libya using the Hubble Space Telescope. What exists there instead is murder, mayhem and slave markets — the grim fruits of yet another country sacrificed on the altar of human rights.
If Libya’s travails prove anything it is that no matter how bad things may be, they could always be worse. It is why the sight of current French leader Emanuel Macron descending on Beirut in response to the horrific blast that destroyed a large swathe of the city, pledging aid while demanding political reform, should send a shiver up the spine of every Lebanese citizen with any understanding of the Western colonial mind.
Of course, it would be churlish to question the right of the Lebanese people to accept aid from any quarter given the nature of the crisis to befall the country, but the idea that Washington, Paris, and even more outrageously, Tel Aviv, care one whit for the welfare of the citizens of a country each of the aforementioned has specialised in attacking in various ways down through the years and also in the present, is manifestly absurd.

Mary Kom’s fists made history in the boxing world. Malak Mesleh’s never got the chance. One story ends in glory, the other in grief — but both highlight the defiance of women who dare to fight, writes JOHN WIGHT

The Khelif gender row shows no sign of being resolved to the satisfaction of anyone involved anytime soon, says boxing writer JOHN WIGHT

When Patterson and Liston met in the ring in 1962, it was more than a title bout — it was a collision of two black archetypes shaped by white America’s fears and fantasies, writes JOHN WIGHT

In the land of white supremacy, colonialism and the foul legacy of the KKK, JOHN WIGHT knows that to resist the fascism unleashed by Trump is to do God’s work