Out of Africa
in the background behind the games of empire aiming for world domination,
and the wars instigated for this end, stands the human dimension, the face
of the field of humanity and the suffering heaped on it in the rape of society by the oligarchy of empire? Who
speaks for the people? Who speaks for Africa that has been raped to near
death in many respects, and continues to be raped, economically,
politically, socially, and ideologically? Who speaks for the people? Who
speaks of the universal kiss that acknowledges the worth of humanity? What
comes out of Africa on this line is surprising, where a sense of humanity
still exists at the grassroots level that is often brighter than what is
found in golden halls of imperial power great or small, where the term
humanity seems almost banned.
is a dialog of speeches unfolding in the background of a fictional peace conference
in Moscow near the end of the Soviet era.
The dialog comprises
a chapter of the novel, Seascapes and Sand, by Rolf Witzsche.
The next morning the conference session brought a brutal surprise that interrupted the gentle world that Ushi and I had drifted into. It came in the form of a speech. The speech affected the conference like an exploding bomb. A frail, dark-skinned gentleman appeared on the platform as the first speaker of the day. He wasn't an imposing preacher that thundered as he spoke. In fact, he almost disappeared behind the lectern, and had a quiet little voice. There should have been a small footstool provided for him.
The man introduced himself as Dr. H. N. Rembard, a British medical doctor living in Africa, where he had worked for the World Health Organization for twelve years, until he resigned a couple of years in the past.
He raised his hand and waited till the audience became quiet. "There have been times when Africa was considered a rich continent," he began his speech, "and then came the modern times upon it, when its riches were being exploited by empires that raped the continent. In the long night of that raping a great famine began to strike the land. And after the age of famine came our time, the time when Africa began to teeter at the brink of total collapse. We are now seeing the beginning of the end of civilization in Africa."
He spoke bluntly. He spoke about a biological holocaust in the making. He spoke about a humanity that had lost all compassion, a society with no feeling for one-another as human beings. Without actually saying it, the man laid the blame for Africa's tragedy on the world's big monetary institutions that were squeezing a hundred times more out of Africa through financial looting operations, than the minuscule trickle of charitable aid, that had been flowing in, that was nothing in comparison with the human need, though it may have slowed the collapse of civilization there by a trifle.
His charge of "intentional murder on a vast scale" send shivers down my spine. He said the term, genocide, had become too soft a term to describe the crime that was in progress, and he suggested that this 'soft' term was used to hide the real dimension.
Everyone sat up and listened in stunned silence. He spoke with the authority of one who had lived there, who had seen the collapse, but who still remembered the face of a vibrant society that he had learned to love in his youth, studying medicine in St. Pauls Minneapolis.
"How is this stark contrast possible?" he asked. But he asked as one who already knew the answer. "How is it that humanity doesn't care?" he said. "How is it possible that humanity remains silent in the face of the tragedies that are being unleashed in Africa, at this very moment? How is it that humanity all over the world does not see its own face torn to shreds, by what is done to human beings there?"
He paused again. "The answer is easy," he said. "They keyword is isolation." He said that Africa had been isolated from the world by vilification and lies, by which the individual nations of Africa have become isolated from one-another and from the rest of the world, as though they were not a part of humanity. In their isolation they were coerced into wars for the sport of the imperial players, pushed into wars based on evermore lies that opened the doors to countless forms of terror in the shadow of ethnic vilification and ethnic 'cleansing.' He said there were over 25 military conflicts raging in Africa at any given time, in which people's life was torn apart for the sport of the masters of Empire, who have their mind set on depopulation.
"In this extensive, artificially created isolation, the fabric of the nations became destroyed," he said. "The nations were destroyed economically, socially, morally, and weakened biologically to become a disease brewing caldron that now threatens the world as a whole. Evidently the starting factor for this destruction of the humanity in Africa, was the intense isolation that was imposed upon it," he added. "But by it the people of the world became isolated from their own humanity."
As he spoke, Anton came to mind. I made a point of observing her reaction, rather than looking at the speaker. The connection didn't seem to have been made by her in which she might have seen her own self-isolation. I saw no smiles on her face that indicated that a light had dawned. She just sat there like everyone of the audience and listened. She reacted slightly to some of the ugly details. I could see the pain in her face when the speaker presented the ugly things, but that was all that she reacted to. She couldn't see what stood behind them.
The man from Africa said at one point that when he left the World Health Organization, epidemics of cholera, malaria, hepatitis B, AIDS, the Sleeping Sickness, measles, and the Yellow Fever, had all broken out in Africa. "Cholera epidemics were already reported in 90 countries worldwide," he said, "with a whopping 22 of them located in Africa. He said, malaria was even worse. There had been an estimated 160 million active cases in Africa alone. Malaria was becoming pandemic again since the DDT ban, as the population could no longer protect itself. The American ban of the DDT insecticide had shut down the protective process that had once nearly eradicated malaria. The official excuse for the ban was, that the tsetse fly, which carries the malaria parasite, should not be eradicated with pesticide, but be granted the same right to live and thrive as any other beast in the forest. He said that this insanity had rendered the human being as of less worth than a fly."
The man paused, as if to emphasize the next point. "The same right, the right to live that was hotly protected as a right for the fly, of course, was not extended to the human beings in Africa, which were deemed to have no right to exist. The value of a fly was deemed greater. The human being had suddenly become a beast of lesser value than a fly. That opened the bottom to hell for all the unspeakable atrocities in the wars to come."
The man said that in the midst of this horror, interwoven with the resurgence of malaria, several drug resistant strains were now coming to the foreground that had made malaria fatal once again on a vast scale, killing people at a rate of one person every forty-five seconds, most of them children, the new generation. He put the blame for this tragedy on America that instigated both the DDT ban and the policy to depopulate the Third World nations, in order to preserve their natural resources, which America vehemently claimed as being essential for its potential future needs and its national security.
"Yes, we have started a war on the world's children," he said. He scanned the auditorium. "Yes, we, all of us together are locked into a war against our children, in which millions are already being killed by our hands, that is by our policies enforced from the West. In Africa we see the face of our future. We see the face of our humanity there that is allowing this insanity to happen, so that mankind won't have a future. And so we are in a war against our own children wherever they may be, including those that are not yet born."
He said further that the outlook in terms of other diseases, like malaria, like the Sleeping Sickness, for instance, was even darker. He reported that close to 40 different mutations of it had already been identified that came out of the brewing caldron of the biologically weakened and starvation ravished Africa.
the political romantic fiction novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
Seascapes and Sand
Volume 4A of the 12-volume series, The Lodging for the Rose
Chapter 12 - Out of Africa