Evelyn Waugh writing to Henry Yorke, November 1930, Hotel de France, Addis Ababa
It was around 1973 that my grandfather ran into some trouble in Somalia. He had moved to the plains a few years earlier intending to establish a game-hunting lodge. If it is done in Kenya, he announced, why not Somalia? This was a mistake. One night, with his guards off-duty, my grandfather was joined in his half-built hotel by two gentlemen. They were carrying machetes, and one of them had decided to place his machete in my grandfathers eye. My grandfather managed to kill one of the marauders, scare off the other, and drag his own bleeding body out of the hotel and up the street, where he collapsed in a ditch. Yet in a twist of fate, my grandfather survived, thanks to the care of a Russian doctorpart of the Soviet team in Somalia that had caused the regions destabilization it the first place (and led to the eventual loss of Hotel Panero):
After his Rumble in the Jungle, back in Sese Sekos kooky Zaire, Muhammad Ali was famously asked Champ, what did you think of Africa? to which the Champ replied, Thank God my granddaddy got on that boat. It could have been a line out of Evelyn Waugh. Waugh, who showed no greater compassion than to unleash his full contempt, made a number of visits to black Africa. A trip through East Africa in late 1930 yielded Black Mischief (1932) and the travelogue Remote People (1931). A reporter's war assignment in Ethiopia in 1935 and 1936 produced the dead-aim of Scoop and another notebook, Waugh in Abyssinia (1936). A final visit in 1958 and 1959, in the last gloom of the Empire, gave us Tourist In Africa (1960).
What Waugh alit on during these brisk visits was not merely the failures of the British colonial system, of Envoys Extraordinary and Ministers Plenipotentiary. Waugh also knew the medias thirst for blood: The Beast stands for strong mutually antagonistic governments everywhere. . . . Self-sufficiency at home, self-assertion abroad (Scoop). Fleet Streets approach to small wars could have come out of the board room at CNN: The British public has no interest in a war which drags on indecisively. A few sharp victories, some conspicuous acts of personal bravery on the Patriot side, and a colourful entry into the capital. That is the Beast Policy for the war (Scoop).
Perhaps most remarkably, Waugh foresaw the bloody future that was in store for the post-colonial continent. Waugh gets more than communism right. He deflated the trappings of modernity that attracted just about every one of Africas post-colonial autocrats (except perhaps for Idi Amin, who didnt bother with pretense in his slaughter)airplanes, the telephone, vitamins, railroads, the tank: My dear boy, you cant take a machine like that over this country under the sun. The whole thing was red hot after five minutes. The two poor devils of Greeks who had to drive it nearly went off their heads. It came in handy in the end though. We used it as a punishment cell (Black Mischief).
Then there was tribalismcan we even use that word now?so inscrutable and so aimless (a belief in pan-Africa is like believing in the happy reunification of Yugoslavia):
Boris Johnson, editor of the (London) Spectator, recently found himself contributing a piece on Blair, Bush and Iraq to the op-ed people at the New York Times. Johnson was elated to be working for the Gray Lady, and he finished the piece within an hour. In a now-famous telephone exchange, recreated in the March 27, 2003 Spectator, Johnson detailed his conversation over galley pages with his amicable Times editor, whom we shall call Tobin, because that is his name.
Uh, Boris, said Tobin, its just easier in principle if we dont say anything deprecatory about a black African country, and since Guinea and Chile are both members of the UN Security Council, and since it doesnt affect your point, we would like to say Chile.
If you listen to certain views, you might be led to believe that Africa is a succubus in need of debt relief, Prozac, a million pairs of Air Jordans, and We Are the World EPs. It would be uncivilized to suggest, for example, that Africa at times acts uncivilized. You could never, of course, say that the continent has been on a big, long, bloody downturn. Goodness, you should never mention that Africa might have, don't say it, an Africa problem.
What I would like to offer, therefore, is that Africa has a Jimmy Carter problem. Carter is the anti-Waugh. Here is one passage, occasioned by the civil war in Liberia, that Carter wrote for The New York Times in mid-July:
The road to hell is paved with Jimmy Carters good intentions. The blood of Africa may be rising, but at least Jimmy and Rosalynn shed tears. The killing fields of Rwanda? AIDS? Kabila in the Congo? Mugabe in Zimbabwe? Savimbi in Angola? Taylor in Liberia? Many, many tears. The reports of violence from Monrovia and the City of Buchanan may have resembled a presidential history lesson from hell, but wheres Jimmyville? Most likely somewhere near Waugh's Laku.
I spent the summer of 1992 in East Africa, nearly twenty years after my grandfather returned to the United States. Nothing much so terribly life-threatening came my way, save some dysentery and a malcontent baboon. What I witnessed was Africa from other side of Waughs point of view: the backward Cold War alliances, bogus elections, increased violence, recriminations against the United States and the CIA, and President Daniel T. Arap Mois cult of personality. Mois mug stared out above every cash register; his profile was on the Kenya Shilling; his name plastered on roads and airports. It was straw man stuff, and it couldnt be good. One day my sharp guide in Nairobi arched his eyebrows and warned me not to photograph the Presidential Palace. Then, in a haunting moment of pro-American sentiment, he turned to the American Embassy nearby and boasted that we could take pictures of that building. Six years later, of course, from nearby where we stood, al-Qaeda terrorists detonated a truck bomb that burst the windows of the embassy and leveled the Kenyan office buildings around it, mainly killing Kenyans. A similar attack went off that day in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. Africa had a new suitor:
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 21 Number 11
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