Today is international women’s day. And while I understand why we have to have such a day, it is sometimes hard to celebrate its existence. Just yesterday I was listening to MP Mhairi Black reading out vile and misogynistic abuse she receives day in day out, because she is a woman. MP Diana Abbott’s staff say reading Ms Abbott’s correspondence brings them in contact with the N word with alarming frequency.
There are going to be a million think-pieces on Black Panther – negative and many, many positive. I am going to throw mine in the ring anyways. If you have something to say, there is no reason to be silent, just because other people are also speaking. I am not a cinema-going person. My visit to the cinema to watch Black Panther marked the end of a 5-year drought of cinema non-going and will probably mark the beginning of another 5 year hiatus. I am going to be discussing themes from the movie here. So if you have not watched it. Go and watch it and come back. Because here be spoilers….
One of the things we constantly seem to debate is who is right or who is wrong. What side of a argument is morally right? Who holds the moral high ground in a difference of opinion. We seem to suggest that inherent in humanity is something irretrievably humane. We seem to suggest, if even only subconsciously, that if we search long enough, we will find the world’s moral compass embedded in one side of the artificially constructed divide.
Often when we talk about atrocities we perceive to be ‘historical,’ we are presented with one of two views about them. The first is the idea that this all happened a long time ago. So we should forget and move on. The other, put simply is… it happened. This horrifying, unimaginable terror actually, actually happened. It was conceived in human hearts and minds and was carried out by human hands, sometimes over a long period of time, but it happened. It. Happened.
When shithole-gate landed (or opened), the intial furore was about whether the words had been said or not. The debate that followed swiftly after that was an argument about whether or not African countries were in fact, actually shitholes.
‘All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.’ T. E. Lawrence
“Once upon a time, son,
I believe it is necessary to critically examine any structure or institution when we argue and clamour for its reform. The relationship between the police and the citizenry in Nigeria comes up for scrutiny and complaint very often. Which is why it it not surprising that I have been attempting to write this post for the last year at least. I keep getting over taken by current events and latest outrages against the police.
Okay. So we are done with 2017. Thank goodness! That was some year. Despite received knowledge, it was not all bad. Foluke’s African Skies definitely had a nice year.
A few years ago I wrote about how destructive aid is to Africa. Read here. I argued then that all aid to Africa should stop. The wealth of the world is built on exploitation of African resources and labour. Considering the resource flow, licit and illicit, out of Africa why is aid to Africa still a thing? Any good accountant knows that you must show both sides of the balance sheet. Not just the incoming. Unless you have something to hide.