The Unlucky People

One of the most vexatious features of the African American experience is its persistent friction with law enforcement personnel. The subject of at least seven Tennessee Coates autobiographies, why this demographic is so maliciously targeted by police can only be explained by either racism or overwhelmingly disproportional violent and criminal behavior. All other hypotheses are, frankly, unpersuasive.

What’s perhaps most galling is the global span of this phenomenon. Wherever they alight, African Americans always attract the scrutiny of local constabularies. And the African American community in Africa may be the most aggrieved of all. The subsequently fractious relationship between majority members of sub-saharan police forces and minority African black lives matter activists can sometimes result in a popcorn bag of unsecured noggins.

March 25 (UPI) — A Congolese militia ambushed and beheaded 42 police officers in one of the most gruesome incidents of violence in the country recently.

The New York Times reported Saturday tensions have flared after a series of videos surfaced online of government forces killing civilians in the region.

Pigs in a blanket, heads in a duffel bag. In neither event are African Americans in Africa going to tolerate such treatment from that continent’s majority population any longer.

And if police profiling of black Africans wasn’t enough, they also must contend with the caprices of war and weather supremacy.

Somalia’s president on Saturday asked leaders of an African trade bloc to help his country find a durable solution to the Somali refugee crisis, including reintegration of returnees inside the Horn of Africa nation, where a civil conflict is now in its 26th year.

At a special summit in Nairobi on Somali refugees, President Mohamed Abdullahi Mohamed, commonly known as Farmajo, said that “about 2½ million Somali refugees and IDPs [internally displaced persons] live in camps in and out of the country. Tragically, some have lived in these camps for three generations, all because the environment wasn’t conducive enough in Somalia for them to return.”

“The current drought and the looming famine pose yet another challenge to voluntary return. We must not leave a stone unturned to avert another famine in Somalia,” he said at the Intergovernmental Authority on Development summit.

You can’t reasonably expect a country to resolve its civil war in just 26 years. Though in light of heads tumbling down hillsides in the Congo and the languid pace of military pincer movements on the Mogadishu front, what does this state of African American affairs in Africa imply about the refugee industry? The answer is that it is built to last. If Western states (and, of course, only Western states) are obligated to absorb Africans when the latter are at war, then they are obligated to absorb Africans unconditionally. Its perpetuity is a feature of the premise.

African drought operates under the same business model. As the Somali president himself observed “The current drought and the looming famine pose yet another challenge to voluntary return.” In more candid terms he is saying: We’lł accept returns on our ceaseless diaspora just as soon as we stop fighting and the Horn of Africa rains like the Amazon basin. This being an effectively identical statement to: They’re all yours, chumps. And our females have many more in the supply chain.

Though droughts are a topic worthy of more discussion than they typically receive. They’re much like the people who are Just Trying To Make a Better Life for Themselves. Both exist practically everywhere, but only a certain kind presents the left with a useful expedient.

Here’s a for-instance: did you know that right now over 11 million people live in a drought area in Florida? An additional five+ million live in drought conditions in Georgia, and three+ million in Oklahoma. Obviously these pitiless and unpredictable vagaries of American climate compel a program of mass refugee intake by the Danish government. I assume even the most stoic Scandinavians aren’t prepared to just watch us all die. As for the Israelis, Saudis, and Chinese, I’m not so certain.

Though the key point is that African Americans face police and weather oppression wherever they live. Those with the foresight to avoid these inveterate conflicts are truly the most white-privileged of all.

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21 thoughts on “The Unlucky People

  1. The color of the sky as far as I can see is gull gray.
    I lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.
    I get a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather,
    A quiver in my lip as if I might cry.

    So the once lovely white lady sang, fearing the weather. Surely her lip quivered at the thought of countless bewildered Africans stumbling across the barren savannahs wondering where, where, where the rain at? But no rain would fall. Yet by a miracle of Jehovah, airline tickets fell like manna from the skies, hoisting the benighted denizens of the Sorry Continent to new, wondrous lands of Minn-e-a-POH-lis and May-ane. Here they prospered, grew strong, became doctors and lawyers and astronauts and social scientists in their many thousands.

    Well, that’s how it was supposed to work out, anyway.

  2. “Tragically, some have lived in these camps for three generations, all because the environment wasn’t conducive enough in Somalia for them to return.”

    There lies a problem not addressed often and thoroughly enough. A problem that is responsible for many of their woes. They live in refugee camps, in absolute squalor and poverty, and yet they keep on making babies anyway. Can’t feed the ones they have, or themselves, but fuck it, lets have some moar kids. I always thought the reason why Africans in America had so many kids was because the US government pays them to do so, but apparently even when they aren’t being paid to do so, Africans conduct this practice. Their women won’t close their legs, their men won’t pull out, so the population just keeps growing.

    But, without these poverty babies, it would be much harder to make all the commercials, begging white people to send them money so they can have some moar kids. Another thing no one seems to want to talk about is the fact that the US and EU are rapidly approaching the cliff of insolvency, and aren’t going to be able to afford to pay for all this much longer. That, my friends, is when the real “refugee crisis” begins.

      • We are certainly off to a great start on both of those things. After watching CNN for an hour and a half in the gym today, I’m almost convinced we will EMP ourselves just to have something else to blame on Russia and their hackers, against whom we are evidently powerless to resist. As with defending ourselves against Kim, it doesn’t seem to occur to anyone to ask what, exactly, are we getting for all our money if despite spending orders of magnitude more than every other country, we still can’t manage to defend ourselves against any of these countries that can allegedly control our minds, and, presumably, corrupt our precious bodily fluids with the mere stroke of a key.

        But, if this plan doesn’t come to fruition, we have our back-up plan of a shitload of Africans to slowly destroy our country if we can’t pull off the whole instant destruction thing. Hard to take bets on which one happens, but its even harder to bet that we won’t do one of them eventually.

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    • Illegal immigrants demand justice! Which, ah, would mean detention and deportation, you know, just like an illegal gringo would receive in Mexico.

      So what they are saying, and I understand the translation process might be difficult, is, “We demand justice to be applied, but just not to us when inconveniente, gringo!”

  4. We’ve gone from a mentality where we were confident enough to proclaim “three generations of idiots is enough,” to a mentality where we can’t resist our elite who tell us that a people who can’t escape a refugee camp in three generations are perfect candidates to be our countrymen and neighbors.

  5. Hmm, three generations in 26 years. Now that’s fecund. Soon genetic labs will use somalis instead of fruit flies.

  6. Perhaps criteria for admission to refugee camp or migration trail should include Implanon for all women of childbearing age and vasectomy for all men.

  7. African Americans also find themselves quite oppressed when they attack the natives in other countries. In the linked video, a group of Indians offer disciplinary measures for a Nigerian suspected of attacking an Indian boy. Being meekly raped, robbed, and planted in their own countries is white peoples’ job.

  8. Funniest bit: “Somalia’s president on Saturday asked leaders of an African trade bloc to help his country find a durable solution to the Somali refugee crisis, including reintegration of returnees inside the Horn of Africa nation, where a civil conflict is now in its 26th year.”

    You catch that? It’s hilarious. They called Somalia a country, with a President and everything, instead of a hell-hole of warring tribes.

    Somalia always has been a hell-hole of warring tribes (ever since the Arabs cleared out the Christians and then fucked off back to Aden because that pestilential hole was nicer than the Horn of Africa) and always will be, so long as those half-caste squatters live there.

    Which is fine. If other people want to live in Hell that’s their business.

  9. Just an anecdote; hope you don’t mind my taking up so much formerly white space.

    So, I spent most of March in Ethiopia, where I go every once in a while for professional reasons. That’s also why I didn’t comment here in quite a while.

    During my stay in my smallish, cheapish, and cozy pension in Addis Abeba, the capital city, I once happened to meet a black American lady there. She was in her mid-thirties and hailed from small-town Ohio, where she and her husband were owning a taxi business, as she told me. Originally, they had planned to go to a trip to Egypt for their eighth marriage anniversary, but due to security concerns they had first changed their destination for Ethiopia (more or less randomly, it appears; it just had to be somewhere in Africa), and then the husband had opted out altogether, on flimsy pretexts. So our intrepid African-American entrepreneurial lady had gone to Ethiopia alone, even if only for a week, and in Ethiopia had opted for a round trip in the picturesque southern part of the country, guided by a local tourism agency.

    I met her after the return from the trip, on the day of her return flight to the US. On her tour, she had like the scenery and all that well enough. But she hadn’t fitted in at all, she had sensed it strongly, and so overall she didn’t like the country. Most overtly, that showed in her intense and incessant complaining about the food. To my mind, that marked her very much as a modern Western woman, that pickiness, that exaggerated concern with food, with an element of bitchiness added to the mix.

    Now, granted, some local Ethiopian food isn’t everybody’s cup of tea (injera, for instance; you may have heard about it). But there is plenty of rice, spaghetti, chicken, beef, vegetables of all kinds, plus delicious fresh fruit juices, soft drinks, the local coffee, or a wide assortment of fine beers if you care for that. But once she had made up her mind, nothing apparently was to her tastes, and she kept complaining that the chicken and the rice tasted different from back home. Well, could be, being a German who hasn’t been to the US recently I’m in no position to compare. But what I can tell you is that the rice dishes served in Ethiopia are delicious, and prepared with care. Certainly they were in the hotel where both the AA lady from Ohio and I stayed.

    Second, the lady reported how she had been looked at with bewilderment by the locals everywhere she went. Being of West African ancestry, she was much darker that most Ethiopians (who tend to be bronzish), and above all had a more muscular build than the slender Ethiopians. It’s easy to visualize when you rmember that Ethiopians produce scores of world-class long distance runners, while the West Africans that got spread out over the Western hemisphere dominate in sprinting. So she stuck out uncomfortably, everybody immediately noticed the stranger in her.

    And in a sense she was a much stranger stranger than me, the paleface. In Ethiopia, I belong to an obviously different category of humans, but to a very clearly defined one which doesn’t present a categorization challenge: I’m a White Westerner (a ferenji, in local parlance). She, by constrast, apparently was same-but-not-same, a travesty or perversion to the mind of many of the Ethiopians she encountered, at least to the simpler souls among them (the cosmopolitan segment of the Addis Abeba population obviously would have no difficulty dealing with her). I guess she must have felt something like an obvious and self-conscious homosexual would have in the rural or small-town West up to the 1960s. While I had some sympathies for her unease, inwardly I also chuckled to myself.

    By the way, Ethiopians hate hate hate Somalis (well, who doesn’t? Certainly Kenyans do too). And while Ethiopia certainly has its problems, I tend to enjoy it there quite a bit.

    Oh, and then there was the Indian professor of English literature who I met, and who, having taught in Libya some years ago, sang the praises of Ghaddhafi to the high heavens … and the Sudanese businessman who very much appreciates Trump, hoping he will stop cozying up to those dastardly Iranian Shia but also because he’s so much more of a man than wimpy Obama … the people you meet when you go places …

  10. Thanks Herzog, I always enjoy interesting anecdotes. Being German you may or may not realize the leading role Ethiopia has played in milking disastrous sympathy for Africans from a bovine American public. As a boy I can recall a series of lachrymose c-list starlets begging for donations (and more importantly taxpayer funding) to feed starving Ethiopians.

    Apparently none of them ever got a full belly, though the females did enjoy many full wombs. As the profitable predictions of millions of dead Ethiopians seemed to reside in perfect comfort with Ethiopia’s subsequently vertical population graph.

    Soon enough, Ethiopia became charity’s Sorcerers Apprentice. The more starving Ethiopians we fed, the more starving Ethiopians there were to feed.

    Of course no American official could sleep at night knowing the Ethiopian population still remained below a billion. That’s why waitresses in Topeka worked an extra shift to pay for $515 million in 2016 food aid to that country alone. I’m not sure what heart of stone has entered government recently, though the budget for the Manufacturing of Ethiopians has been slashed to $31 million in fiscal 2017. If our leaders in the CIA and Supreme Court aren’t careful, American families could be left with enough money to nurture their own families. And that would be a greater tragedy than an Ethiopian only child.

    • Porter, I’m confident that in terms of bovinity (and asininity) Germans are quite competitive vis-à-vis Americans.

      As to Ethiopia being made into the posterchild for starving Africa and the Western “duty” to help in the 1980s, that apparently was a pan-Western process, with Geldof and “Live Aid” and “Band Aid” and all that. In any case, while I’m not familiar with the details of the process that you describe for the US, it all rings very familiar, and analogous to what happened in my country, and probably in many others in the West.

      Essentially, I sympathize with the “Let them swim or let them sink on their own” approach, at least in cases were African and Middle Eastern desasters are clearly men-made (the current South Sudan and Yemen scenarios come to mind). If no price is ever being paid for political irresponsibility, and if you can even transfer the costs of self-inflicted crises to third parties, there is no incentive to avoid it in the future and to get your act together.

      Returning to Ethiopia, let me add that the country today is a far cry from what it was, under its own brand of communism, thirty years ago. Okay, I’ll admit it right away: I’m biased in favor of Ethiopia. That country has been good to me, I always enjoy going there for a whole range of reasons. But even so, I believe that my cautiously positive assessment of contemporary Ethiopia and its trajectory — especially when contrasted with its neighbors in the region — is not all due to rosy glasses but grounded in fact.

      Yes, quite a few problems remain (the local and regional Muslims, for one), and ultimately things may even break bad, again, with multiethnicity and all that, and with interethnic tensions simmering on not too far beneath the surface. But what I can say is that some genuine efforts are being made at the governmental as well as the societal level. And in the bigger cities at least, and among its Christians, birthrates are way down: I believe I read that the average Addis Ababa woman now has 1.7 children.

      In addition, there are some real assets in place that not only positively distinguish Ethiopia from most of its African neighbors (no butt-shaking Bantu stuff in Ethiopia!) but also, increasingly, from many of us in the West: A deep-rooted religiosity also among the still dominant Christians of the country (and not only among its Muslims); a healthy sense of nationalism; friendly and feminine, charming and beautiful women; and a general athmosphere of civility in public life. But yes, I’m biased.

  11. Why the silence from environmentalists who were once allegedly quite concerned with over-population?
    I remember feeling the same way as Porter describes when told that AIDS was killing vast swathes of the African population. The topic had extensive coverage. But population charts stubbornly revealed enormous growth. If you searched hard enough you could find an article or two showing that the projections of African population demise were based on a faulty premise that extrapolated HIV infection rates from a few clinics and high risk groups to the entire population. Oops. Honest mistake. No refunds.

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