MARCH 29, 1957
RABAT, Morocco—After the Ambassador's visit on Tuesday morning I went at 11:00 o'clock to see some work done by a group of twenty-five Moroccan women. The organization is called "The Crescent of Mutual Aid of the City of Sale." Their Committees are organized to work on teaching, health, and welfare for poor families. They have opened five small classrooms in what they call the "Bidonvilles" around the city. These are homes built of any material poor people coming from rural areas can find. They are trying to work because there is a drought, but there is also great unemployment and not enough industry to absorb these newcomers.
We visited the home of an unemployed man. Fifteen people slept in the five little huts, the cooking was done outside on stoves. Everything was clean and swept, but the prevailing disease among the children are from malnutrition. Their food is mint tea, and bread, and once a week they get a piece of meat. A child came in from the little school and observed the custom of the country—kissing everyone's hand, including mother, grandmother, married sister, father and baby. I was to see this same little ceremony carried out in the Sultan's palace in the afternoon. The Prince wished to leave, and after whispering to his father, the Sultan, he kissed his hand twice and halfway to the door he turned and bowed. Courtesy and affection had been shown from the poorest and most insignificant person to he highest in the land.
I would like to speak of the hospitality also shown in the poor home I visited. The woman offered us tea which must have been both scarce and precious.