The New Labyrinth

Abstract

Commanding the theater-like staircase of Phaistos’s majestic palace-shrine, a pigtailed herald lifts the royal Minos’s proclamation disk aloft for all those present to see: white, barebreasted priestesses in colorful flounced skirts; tanned, muscular officers in back-aprons and penis sheaths; naked children; black Nubian guards with bronze-tipped lances erect. All crowd closer to learn the portentous news from Knossos, their faces etched with apprehension. It is a fateful moment in history in one of the most opulent centers of European civilization, 1600 years before the birth of Christ….

“Ekue, Kurwītis Deneoi-que…”

“Hear ye, Cretans and Greeks, my great, my quick! Hear ye, Danaïdans, the great, the worthy! Hear ye, all blacks, and hear ye, Pudaan and Libyan immigrants! ”