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MANDELA AND MBEKI: WHITEMANS LAPDOGS?
BY TAJU TIJANI
The only remaining truly totemic figure we
have in our modern world is arguably Nelson Mandela. This former boxer, lawyer,
womaniser and Robben Island rock-breaker has remained the hardest act to follow
since Martin Luther King Jr. Ever since his celestial appearance into the world
stage in the Palace of Justice on 20 April 1964, we are yet to find a
replacement for this maverick figure. Mandela has been discussed, analysed,
revered and iconised all over the world.
In his days as a political firebrand and a real thorn in the flesh
of white racists in South Africa, Mandela was seen as the devil incarnate and a
man solely designed to disturb the limitless comforts of white Afrikaners.
Promptly he was arrested and hauled before an assemblage of blue-eyed, white,
racist judges. In that famous Palace of Justice, Mandela denounced apartheid
system and rolled out ANC future objectives: Our struggle is a struggle of the
African people
it is a struggle for the right to live. I have dedicated my life
to this struggle. I have fought against white domination and I have fought
against black domination.
I have cherished
the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together
in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an
ideal for which
I hope to live and to see realised. But, my Lord, if it needs be, it is an
ideal for which I am prepared to die.
By April 1994, after a clear 30 years in
the struggle, Mandela snatched victory from the jaws of death. He became an
elected president of a multiracial, rainbow nation of a post-apartheid South
Africa. From the moment the sun sets on Mandelas star, his dream for South
Africa had been flawed!
In his 1964 declaration, he envisioned a
future South Africa where blacks and white will live together in harmony and
with equal opportunities. Winnie, his then wife, who was in court with him,
would have pinched herself to watch Mandela consumed by such awesome naivety.
Mandela was too idealistic to plumb the depths of the ocean of hate and
loathing the whites reserved for blacks. This conflict of vision will be
something Winnie would pay for later in their relationship.
In his May 1994 inaugural speech, rather
than offer his defeated white oppressors cyanide, Mandela decided to offer yet
another saccharin. He thundered: We enter into a covenant that we shall build
the society in which all South Africans, both black and white, will be able to
walk tall, without any fear in their hearts
a rainbow nation at peace with
itself and the world.
Within his universe and as a man of destiny, Mandela had a grand,
yet opaque vision of racial integration, even if forced. But the white South
Africans are clever enough to extricate themselves from the emotional unreality
of racial integration and the perceived reality of their superiority.
In reaching out to the whites, Mandela
went too far. He forgot too soon the unforgivable humiliation and degradation
of his years in the gulag of Robben Island. And he overlooked the continuing
problems of inequality, injustice, poverty and disease that afflicted his
people. As president of South Africa and with his famous toi-toi dance steps, Mandela danced his way into every dinner
gatherings of the white man from the table mountain to table Buckingham Palace
and table White House. During his memorable fete by the queen at Buckingham
Palace, he was enthralled and infamously declared the joy of having fulfilled a
boyhood dream. Like the happy nigger, he danced to the tunes of his white
masters who were only too willing to cleanse themselves of the 350 years of
violent racism and genocide committed against black South Africans. The white
race needs to pay homage and discharge its buried catharsis on the liberal lap
of a frail, modern day martyr blinded by amnesia.
In the name of forgiveness and reconciliation between old enemies,
Mandela lapped up all sugary citations and praises heaped on him by the western
media. Once the memory of Robben Island faded, he befriended the Queen of
England. He dined with Margaret Thatcher, an unrepentant supporter of apartheid
in its violent form. And to add insult to an injury, Thatcher bundled his
wayward son, Mark, to Cape Town, a new world, free from apartheid, which she
championed with iron zeal!
Mandelas clarion call for justice and
equality between the races has exploded in his face. Architects, propagators,
collaborators and perpetrators of the worst apartheid atrocities against blacks
are still sitting pretty on the hills of Sandton, Johannesburg and Cape Town
sipping chilled champagne and caviar. Mandelas greatness has been reduced to
nothing by this brazen lapse in natural justice for victims of apartheid. His
political judgment through the Truth and Reconciliation Commission was a
monumental error. His acceptance of enslaving agreement not to prosecute
apartheid criminals was the greatest betrayal in the history of any race of
human beings.
His forgiveness of genocidal crime has no
parallel in the history of humanity. Even, Rwanda managed to jail perpetrators
of Hutu/Tutsi massacre. Nelson Mandela, the great Mandiba, would rather
reconcile
with great
enemies and live with a wounded conscience than see the likes of Botha
humiliated. Even among liberal white it is hard to allow such a monumental
crime go unpunished. Thankfully, the naïve aspirations of Mandela for a rainbow
nation has created a nation still divided on racial lines. His dream to heal
the sins of the past through condescending patronage found little converts
among whites who have remained shockingly unrepentant for their racial crimes
on the black majority.
All through our history, we are the only
race of people who consistently forgive and forget mass brutality, slavery,
oppression and genocide committed against us by whites. Our readiness to
forgive and forget white injustice has been interpreted as stupidity.
Appropriately, the whites have developed confidence and arrogance against
accusation of blaxploitation. This conceit is the wall thrown around the issue
of apology over slavery. Whites tend to believe that blacks and brutal
exploitation are the same. Mandela who should have lived and died for an eye
for an eye failed miserably in offering whites an undeserved escape route. He
neither saw reason nor enlightenment in the Jewish ideology of retributive
justice for all known perpetrators of the Holocaust, dead or alive. Mandelas
South Africa favoured the
mass immigration of whites to blacks. Nigeria, which played
admirable role in the darkest period of South Africas struggle for
emancipation, had a raw deal under Mandela. We were not accorded any special
relationship. Indeed, Nigerians were labeled and caricatured as dope dealers
and 419ers, while Mark Thatcher and other scions of apartheid lovers were
welcomed with golden carpet!
Enter Thabo Mbeki. Since his inception, he
has made it known that he is not interested in being a martyr at the pain of
patronising whites. As a true Africanist who understands the pathological hatred
the whites harbour for blacks, he has made it plain that he would play his own
brand of political correctness without necessarily being Mandelas coat-tail.
Mbeki represents a new breed of leader Africa sorely needs. A leader who would
stand up to the west and point out the errors of their racism, prejudice and
stereotype.
As an African living in the west, I do
understand the extreme sensitivity of Thabo Mbeki. Beyond the despised rainbow
nation, most whites in South Africa still harbour stereotype of the indigenous
blacks as savages, immoral, rapists, thieves and unrefined. They still see
black South Africans as slaves to sex, alcohol and drugs. They still see them
as lazy, beasts and corrupt and impossible to civilize through education.
These are what Mandela refused to challenge. These are the main
deconstruction issues engaging Mbeki apart from other important issues of
statecraft. Mbeki has promised to focus on transformations and right the wrong
inflicted on the previously disadvantaged. He is more interested in African
renaissance, rebirth and regeneration. Mbekis dream of an African renaissance
is to engineer the rebirth of black pride and confidence so heartlessly stained
by racism worldwide. He is on a do or die mission of Mayibuye i Africa (come back Africa!)
Dreamer or not, all black Africans must
support Mbeki in his lone crusade against the lies-damn lies- peddled about
Africans for centuries by the western world and their xenophobic media. They
have always seen African people and their leaders as minions who will always
toe their received orthodoxy, even if flawed, and behave like Mandelas of this
world.
And anybody who goes against the grain is
torn apart limb by limb by the ravenous wolf called western press. Ask Robert
Mugabe, who has been appropriately dubbed Bobodan Mugabe, an African hate
figure comparable to Slobadan Milosevic.
Mbekis war for African renewal must
succeed. However, that renewal to succeed, he must lead Africa through more
commitment to the initiatives represented by the new African Union and its
development
programme, NEPAD. Also, he must control his enthusiasm for Nigerias leadership
of Africa. The legacy of corruption and
bad leadership disqualify Nigeria from this role regardless of Obasanjos
hollow pretension to be seen as a great statesman.
The dream of African pride carved in the beautiful form of
renaissance should not be imperiled by the narrow vision of the western world
against the black race. We need to assert our beauty, confidence, ability and
independence and reject the timidity and patronising pretensions of Mandelian
ideology of harmony and racial integration in a world of disharmony and violent
xenophobia.
Tijani lives in London.

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Posted by Robot| 16.03.2008 10:17