WHAT IS IT like to live in Black Africa? Let’s find out. I got a small taste of the reality of life in Africa when I did research for an engineering firm that was about to bid on a contract to build a radio network in Liberia.
I discovered that in Liberia the roads between the national capital, Monrovia, and the provincial capitals were not maintained and were passable only for a few months every year. Its comic-opera, one-party state was dominated by such giants of political thought as the “True Whig Party” and Sergeant Samuel Doe. Not so comic was the fact that the current government had been installed after its opponents had been taken care of by the nice expedient of taking them down to the beach and blowing their brains out with pistols. I discovered that the standards of sanitation and safety at hotels and restaurants were so low that all travelers were advised to check with a trusted local resident (meaning an American or a European) before deciding on a place to stay. I found out that the country is a sink-pit of diseases of every description. I learned that government officials and those claiming to be government officials demanded bribes at almost every stage of the process of entry or movement of people or goods into or through the country. I learned that it is advisable to be present when the goods for which you are responsible arrive at the shipping dock or the airport, for gangs of armed thieves will steal them instantly if you are not. For a suitable fee, of course, you can hire one of the gangs to protect your goods from the other gangs and hope for the best. I advised the firm I was working for not to bid on the contract.
Since I did that research in the 1980s, a prolonged civil war has broken out among several armed factions in Liberia, travel to many parts of the country has become nearly impossible, and even in the capital city most of the water, sewerage and electric lines have been inoperative since 1989.
After the European colonizers and civilizers were forced to leave due to internal subversion in the 1950s and 1960s, nearly all of sub-Sahara Africa has been gradually sinking back to the level of savagery that preceded the arrival of the Europeans. South Africa and Rhodesia, were, of course, shining exceptions to this rule. Both maintained a very high level of culture, industrial efficiency, scientific and technical progress, and the good quality of life that goes along with these things. That is, they maintained these standards until recently. When the New World Order elitists that rule the so-called “Free World” forced Rhodesia to capitulate to the Black Communist guerrillas, she quickly became a nominally Marxist dictatorship, changed her name to Zimbabwe, and began a precipitous slide downhill. Many of the White Rhodesians, abandoned by their kin in America and Europe, fled as refugees to South Africa. Many of those who did not make it were slaughtered, but you have never seen tributes to that holocaust on your television or in your movie theaters. Now that our hidden rulers have succeeded in imposing a multiracial Communist state on South Africa, it will only be a matter of time before the blood begins to really flow in earnest, and the great nation built by the Boer pioneers will either be resurrected as a White separatist state, or will disappear from history as South Africa declines into savagery.
In Rwanda, the state machinery built by the French and handed to the natives during the anti-colonialism madness three decades ago, has expired in rivers of blood. Aid workers there estimate 500,000 people have been killed by the militias and government troops since the fighting began there on April 6, 1994.
Piles of rotting corpses fill most villages. When the troops arrive in a village, their mission is simply to kill as many people as possible. The killers have not spared children and several times have attacked orphanages. There is no Geneva Convention in sub-Sahara Africa. Rwanda’s rivers are swollen, but not due to floods. Observers report that the rivers are distended by blood and heavy with thousands upon thousands of bodies. Huge numbers of bodies have washed up in Lake Victoria, hundreds of miles away.
And the Rwandan refugees, fleeing the warring forces, visit a kind of destruction of their own upon the landscape. As they sweep across the countryside, looting everything they can lay their hands on, they leave it bare, as if stripped clean by locusts. Lt. Col. Jacques Hogard of the French Army stated, “The refugees passing through are taking everything the original inhabitants left behind when they cleared out.” Whole villages have been taken apart and stolen, brick by brick. Grand lakeside villas built by the Belgians in the 1950s have literally disappeared overnight.
Kevin Alfred Strom
