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“The one chased away with a club comes back, but the one chased away with reason does not.” — South African Proverb
We need to accelerate our organization, because countless many among us are mis-organizing ourselves and countless massacres are befalling our people. Last Friday was the Massacre in Haiti. Last Thursday was the Massacre in South Africa. Below is an account of Mkazi, who saw the massacre firsthand. I do my best to tell his story as true as I can; even including South African Proverbs (African Proverbs in South Africa.) Please write the African Blood Siblings about creating African Blood Siblings Community Centers. Mis-Organization is hurting our people. Only the proper Organization can lead us to the Racial Independence for which we strive. Subscribe, share, love.
After Thursday’s Massacre in South Africa, should we study Philosophy?
By Onitaset Kumat
“Plenty sits still, hunger is a wanderer.” — South African Proverb
It was a very quiet early Thursday morning in Marikana, South Africa. All around, young boys foraged through large house-sized heaps of trash and old men slumped near “Help” signs beside empty drinking cups. When the sun’s rays spattered along the tiny tin cans in Marikana, coughs were forced from within. For a moment, all that could be heard were the mixture of mucus and blood, the rock drill operators, the shantytowns’ breadwinners, had a ritual of near dying every morning. It was in these pangs that Marikana came alive.
There are many shantytowns in Marikana–Wonderklop is one–since Lonmin, the world’s third largest platinum producer, has operations in Marikana and Limpopo, South Africa. The twenty-three year old Mkazi, my age, does not live in Wonderklop but he lives nearby. He’s an interesting young man–just as able as I am–whose work provides for his wife, his three children, his two younger brothers, a niece and his older sister. Many rock drill operators support their families; but today Mkazi will do what many others won’t.
Mkazi is my Brother, your Brother, a Brother. Were he born in a different circumstance, his life would be ahead of him, and maybe he would write articles on men his age in South Africa, but from what I know of him, when he was sixteen he looked twenty-three, Wednesday evening he looked forty, and on Thursday he looked like he had a foot in the grave. His family felt it and actually insisted against him working during the strike down on Lonmin, but he knew that his children should not forage through trash, his brothers should not slump over signs and his sister deserved better than to sell her body. He set himself to work.
His wife looked at him with eyes of admiration and fear. She remembered the young man who would talk of mathematics and how he would aspire to be a Professor at the University of Nigeria, just like a lecturer he once saw on a friend’s television. In those days he was a handsome youth with his head in the clouds. He smiled like we do, speculating on the stars, really seeing in those large twinkles what our ancestors had seen. When he moved to Marikana with his Mother and Father, taking her along, she never dreamed that the family would be ruined. Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, dead. She loved her children but knew that they were an extra burden for Mkazi. The children knew too, for Mkazi mostly worked and rarely spoke. She wanted to tell him that the work would kill him. She started, “Eat some porridge, I made it special today.” Mkazi tasted the hint of Cinnamon in the food then asked about how she afforded it. This bright, ambitious boy, who could very well have been myself or you, had become an impoverished, abused man. “Please do not go to work” his wife begged. He took two mouthfuls of the porridge then left–for work.
“Before you milk a cow tie it up.” — South African Proverb
“Mkazi! We’re striking today!” shouted Fanya, a co-worker who caught Mkazi walking to the mines.
“I need to feed my family,” Mkazi continued without stopping.
“As do I, but I spoke with the strikers and I won’t attend work today. Come with me to the rally.”
“No. I have a family to feed.”
“We all have families to feed. That is why we strike.”
“You may have eleven in your home, but you have two working Brothers. I alone provide for my family. I do not have the luxury.”
“Do you think I want to be here!? I am sixteen. Boys in America do not need to work. They get paid more money to stock shelves for a day than we make in a month. I grew like you, picking trash until I was old enough to die in a mine. But I should not live in this way. Neither should you nor your children.”
“Who told you this?” Mkazi asked because Fanya appeared to have a larger head than usual.
“I heard it from the strikers. They say that we can triple our salaries by showing Lonmin we are necessary and refuse to be treated as disposable. Don’t you want to triple your salary?”
Mkazi thought about this. Not many people worked these last three days. And if the strike could triple his salary, he thought, why not give it a go? Fanya coughed blood on his hand and embarrassingly hid it behind his back. Mkazi agreed to attend the rally.
This is what happened:
From another angle:
Some three-thousand Africans, including Mkazi and Fanya, gathered to provide a better living for their families. Some five-hundred Europeans, with a sparkle of Africans, fired repeatedly into the rallying crowd, killing thirty-four, wounding seventy-eight and arresting two-hundred-seventy. The world congratulated the “Marikana Massacre” and the two-hundred-seventy are being considered for murder and attempted murder over the dead and wounded, respectively. Mkazi is dead, never to see his wife, children or siblings again. Fanya is injured and arrested, charged with the murder of Mkazi and co-workers.
By pounding the dough the bread will rise. — South African Proverb
What went wrong?
Lonmin hires upwards of twenty-seven thousand Africans. The CEO, Ian Farmer, has twenty-seven thousand Africans directly dependent on him for survival.
It is said that 500,000 Africans indirectly depend on Lonmin, or Ian Farmer, for survival. Therefore, Ian Farmer controls the wages such that 500,000 dependent Africans live in poverty!
Ian Farmer ate his breakfast while half-a-million African people live in abject, hand to mouth poverty, due his one corporation. When less than one-percent of them, stood against this embarrassing, humiliating poverty, the brave men and women were murdered outright and no one in South Africa was held legally accountable except the abused party.
Subscribe to the African Blood Siblings. In the next article, “The Fourth Necessity,” it is shown how this is a condition of slavery.
However, as despicable as Ian Farmer may appear. The problem is partially with the 500,000 Africans who are dependent on Europeans for Food, Clothing, Shelter and Consciousness!
Because 500,000 Africans is more than sufficient to create a Prosperous, Independent African Community.
The other part of the problem is with the rest of us who have neglected to tell these 500,000 this truth.
“A fool is a wise man’s ladder.” — South African Proverb
For whomsoever organizes these unions borrows European problem-solving for African problems.
Those three-thousand were brave. No doubt. Certainly. But what can a labour union truly accomplish?
The problem with Europeans and Asians is Europeans and Asians; the solution for Africans is Africans.
This fundamental truth, missing, caused the death of Africans on Thursday. Our own ignorance of ourselves permits our suffering.
For, even if the European paid triple what he paid before, he would still own you. Why in the world do we engage in conflict where the ends is continued slavery?
Who besides the African Blood Siblings asks “How is that the North Star?”
This happens in America, this happens in the Caribbean, and this happens in Africa.
We mis-organize when we do not organize for Racial Independence.
“No man can perfectly empty a pot with a ladle.” — South African Proverb
We are using the wrong tools to handle the job. We’re using European Philosophy for African people. We’re dying dependent, poor and enslaved; trying only to become better slaves.
The thing is–if you can organize 3,000 African people, do not organize them to beg for better treatment–this is mis-organizing! Those who know European people, know that the more you interact with them, the worse they will treat you. Instead of begging them or trying to force them to like you, organize yourselves into creating Communities.
Certainly it is easier said than done.
But when you think of who we are and what we have achieved, it is easily done.
Together 3,000 African people can give 300 aspiring African youth $3,000 a month to go amongst 3 African farms and after working bring back food to their shantytowns. It may not be cheaper, but it’s a dollar investment, and whether the food feeds anyone isn’t too important.
When each farmer gets $1,000 a month, he expands his farm. Expanded, he supplies food and work to African people. He, taught African Consciousness, provides Racial Independence in at least Food. Thereafter the enslavement of African people ceases.
This isn’t the only solution and it may not work in Marikana, but it’s possible and moves our people toward a venerable goal. This is what is meant by organizing. Think what 500,000 African people can do for Africa!
“A chattering bird builds no nest.” — South African Proverb
It’s upon us to communicate to our Brothers and Sisters on the continent and in the diaspora that there’s no sense in mis-organizing ourselves. Higher wages are attractive, in European consciousness, but no amount of higher wages will achieve Racial Independence in the Cost of Living and Creating. See America.
Not until African people engage themselves intelligently will we win against European or Asian people.
Therefore not until the African Blood Siblings is more widespread will African people have a chance at truly becoming a liberated people. This is why subscribing Brothers and Sisters is the task set before you.
“The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago; the next best time is now.” — South African Proverb
Hereafter, African people must adopt African Consciousness. The end goal is unique: A Restored African Continent. The tree to plant was the African Blood Siblings Community Center. You did not plant it twenty years ago but plant it today. This is the best time. We need centers from which to study Ecology and understand our resources and resourcefulness. It may not be that there are nearby farmlands to invest in, in Marikana. But something can be done. It is a matter of organizing to restore Prosperous, Independent African Communities, that’s what we must accomplish.
Wherever you are that is your assignment. The Massacre in South Africa was Thursday, August 16th, but it can be two doors down from you Thursday next-week.
Mkazi did not die. Fanya was not injured. Real people were killed for our inactivity. It is your commitment to the African Blood Siblings which will make it so dependence, poverty and enslavement are no more. In your activity these massacres of enslaved populations will be a thing of the past.
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Proverbs Courtesy of Special Dictionary: http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/s/south_african_proverb/
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