tazara tazara tazara ...
Am I this one?
Which one?
This one!
Or even this one?
tazara tazara tazara ...
This
gentle Kofi Annan this
saviour face? An Uncle Tom
again? Or finally the man without
blinkers?
You know, in the first weeks of my
tenure as UN-Secretary General I insisted
on a public event that would address the
young generation all over the world. A
live-TV show connected me with hundreds
of young people in many countries. I had
a lively discourse with them
Thats why I was so happy to have,
after the end of my tenure, an occasion
to meet again young people in this German
school along an African railway-platform.
They were not shy to even investigate my
private life. However, before I was able
to explain whether, in my political
acting, I would have decided myself for
Europe and against Africa, the train had
left them.
These pupils can claim an answer from me
these people, not anonymous voices
from this trains public address
system!
Why was I called into this saloon-car?
Why not into the cattle-cars that we pull
behind us?
Because you still believe that I have
been an Uncle Tom?
A negro as servant of a white master?
Then it is time that you learn:
In Harriet Beecher
Stowes novel Uncle Toms
Cabin, some one hundred
and fifty years ago, Uncle
Tom had not been someone who
trembled when the struggle to free the
slaves in the southern states needed
support. The brutal white owner of a
plantation tortured him to death because
Uncle Tom stood by his
convictions!
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The most dangerous teaching: How we
can be forced to suppress the truth in
order to help the truth to succeed. If
this is made our task in the role that
fate gave us to play how straight
then must be our course so that we would
not go down.
Yes, Mr. Hammarskjöld, even this I
have internalized as a precondition for
the office we both had to run!
As a result, I was seen even by my
black brother Robert Mugabe in Zimbabwe
as such an Uncle Tom,
even worse: as the handyman of a
neo-colonial conspiracy whose goals he
suspected but never understood.
That is correct, Mr. Annan, in my
times it was easier to grasp the meaning;
because it was always about ownership and
exploitation of foreign territories
...
tazara tazaaaaaara
tazaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... stoppp
We must find
new lands
Why
did we stop, Herr Dunkler?
A train is waiting for us at a
siding, and a man from there wants to
join us.
Where
did this train come from, Herr Dunkler?
From Cape Town, I
think. Once a year a train
from there is crossing half the
continent, the two-week-journey ends in
Dar-es-Salaam. On the South African leg,
a steam engine is pulling the train,
later, in Zimbabwe, Zambia and Tanzania,
it will be diesel engines. They pull
luxury carriages from olden times
leather, mahogany, crystal black
people with white gloves serve wealthy
railway-nostalgic, mostly white and from
all over the world
But, strangely, there came only one. It
seems, the whole train travelled only
because of him.
Only
one, Herr Dunkler? And what did he say?
He said
hold on for the
replay:
We must find new lands from which
we can easily obtain raw materials and at
the same time exploit the cheap slave
labour that is available from the natives
of the colonies. The colonies would also
provide a dumping ground for the surplus
goods produced in our factories.
... And, Mr. Annan, it had been
easier for the colonized to understand
what it was all about. As a veteran of
the anti-colonial Liberation War in
Rhodesia, Robert Mugabe is used to think
along that line: The imperialists want
our land, and they still want it although
we have liberated it. Therefore, we have
to continue to defend it, even if the
povo has to suffer. Thats what it
does in a liberation war anyway, the
povo, doesnt it?
What Mugabe never understood: Today,
foreign territories are for the real
powers of the world not anymore areas for
which they would need Protection
Letters by their governments and,
if necessary, the attachment of colonial
armies.
If it is useful to their interests they
stage a local conflict, then they either
get the UNs Security Council to act
in the name of democracy and
freedom or they finance from their
pocket-money soldiers of fortune and
weapon dealers.
But, and this is not yet understood
widely, to protect their influence and
their profit they have developed, in the
meantime, a complete different instrument
that is operating most sufficiently in
collaboration with post-colonial elites
within African societies. Those claim for
themselves what is claimed in post-Soviet
societies
can we hear this
again?
CONTROL!
REPLAY, PLEASE!
At the moment,
there is no serious demand for genuine
freedom but there is a big demand
for the freedom to earn much money.
As local potentates in Africa once
unscrupulously delivered their own people
to Arab and European slave-traders so is
today a corrupted class of privileged
black elite prepared to deliver the black
povo into the catching net of
multinational concerns.
You must have noticed how the traps were
set up, Mr. Annan, because UN-agencies do
play a collaborating role.
We
have an example ready, Dag ...
CONTROL! PLEASE CONNECT TO INTERNET!
In 2002, about half of
Zimbabwes 12.5 million people faced
famine, due to a combination
of political manipulation, drought and
floods. But when the government of
Zimbabwe did not waive its requirement
that entering commodities must be
certified as entirely of non-GMO, not of
genetically modified origin, the maize
was reallocated to Malawi, Mozambique and
Zambia, the U.S. Embassy in Harare said
in a statement May 30.
In testimony before the House
International Relations Committee, USAID
Administrator Andrew Natsios said the
agency was seeking to persuade Zimbabwe
to accept genetically modified corn.
USAIDs Bureau of Democracy,
Conflict and Humanitarian Assistance
believes that unless the government of
Zimbabwe will waive its restrictions on
the import of U.S. corn, it will be
difficult, if not impossible, for the
U.S. government to respond to the
extensive food requirements that have
been identified, said Natsios, who
had just returned from the World Food
Summit in Rome.
In Bolivia, the citizens group Forum on
Environment and Development found
genetically engineered StarLink corn,
which is prohibited for human consumption
in the United States, in a bag of USAID
corn soy flour. In cooperation with
Friends of the Earth, the group
commissioned DNA tests on a USAID
supplied maize soy flour mixture that was
distributed to El Alto, Bolivia through
the City Department of La Paz. The group
acquired a sample of the corn soy blend
in February 2002 and obtained DNA test
results in early June indicating the
presence of StarLink. The tests also
showed two varieties of corn that are not
approved for human consumption in the
European Union Roundup Ready and
Monsantos BTExtra. The samples were
analyzed at Genetic ID, an independent
laboratory located in Iowa.
The San Francisco based watchdog group
Pesticide Action Network said this is the
first time that StarLink had been found
in food aid, and the first time it had
been found outside the U.S., Japan and
Korea since originally detected in the
United States in August 2000.
The manufacturer of StarLink corn,
Aventis, was not able to prove to the
satisfaction of the U.S. Environmental
Protection Agency (EPA) that the
pesticidal protein Cry9C in StarLink is
not an allergen, and the company was
forced to take tons of its product off
the market in September 2000.
The Pesticide Action Network reported
Thursday that tests commissioned by a
Guatemalan citizens group, Colectivo
Madre Selva, found three varieties of
engineered corn not approved in the
European Union Liberty Link
produced by Aventis and Monsantos
BtXtra and RoundUp Ready in seed
sent as food aid.
Victor Campos from the Humboldt Center, a
Nicaraguan environmental group affiliated
with Friends of the Earth International,
and Ana Quiroz from Nicaraguas
Center for Health Information and
Advisory Service, oppose sending food to
Nicaragua that people in other parts of
the world avoid.
Campos said, It is unacceptable
that the children of Nicaragua are
consuming genetically modified products
that come masked as food aid for our
country. It is well known that baby food
companies in the U.S. and Europe do not
use genetically modified products.
Nevertheless, our highly vulnerable
condition has been used as an opportunity
to send products that children in
developed countries do not consume.
The U.S. Agriculture Department (USDA)
maintains that there is no need to
separate genetically modified crops from
traditional crops at harvest because
genetically modified crops are perfectly
safe.
At the World Food Summit in Rome, U.S.
officials promoted biotechnology as a
solution for world hunger. The U.S.
Agency for International Development
(USAID) announced a Collaborative
Agricultural Biotechnology Initiative at
the summit that, it says, will help
developing countries access and manage
biotechnology to reduce poverty and
hunger.
Well, we already learned about this
philanthropic enterprise that needs in
Africa a black leading horse, Mr. Annan,
one with its blinkers on!
We already learned about a project in
Kenya, sponsored by the Rockefeller
Foundation and experimenting with
genetically manipulated sweet potatoes.
We already learned that the new
Green Revolution in Africa
was initiated by Gordon Conway, President
of the Rockefeller Foundation.
Mei Foo!
Beg your pardon?
Good Luck but we had this
already!
OIL FOR THE LAMPS IN CHINA!
Thats it! The father of this Mr.
Rockefeller here had invented the
principle: first to give something away
for free in order to make profit later
with the sale of supply needed to operate
the gift
His idea was to
distribute oil-lamps for free or for very
small money. And he earned, of course,
with the continuous sale of the oil!
The same principle here: mini-packs of
seed, of fertilizer, of insecticides
given away free or for very small
money, and then earning through the sale
of patent-protected supply.
Ingenious!
And even more clever: at his time,
Rockefeller had to finance the production
and the transport of the lamps. These
days, UN-agencies pay for the initial
distribution, the mini-packs come as
emergency aid or for demo-projects that
are supported for alleged self-help
Pure philanthropy
is very well in its way but philanthropy
plus five percent is a good deal better.
says our visitor from the nostalgic train
on the neighbouring railway siding;
meaning: philanthropy opens the way to
profit, or, as it is also called, clears
the way for the philanthropic-industrial
complex.
Well, I always relied on people who
claimed to be pious, kind, graceful,
caring, fatherly, you name it
on
missionaries who helped us very much to
set foot in the world of coloured people,
for example in Matabeleland, later called
Rhodesia
Take as an example the
Moffat-family
Excuse
us
You arrived on this nostalgic
train, says our Herr Dunkler?
Where are the other tourists?
O, that is a misunderstanding. This
one, out there, that is not the
Rovos-Safari-Train which, once a year,
rolls from Cape Town to Dar-es-Salaam.
However, my train came
from Cape Town as well, it
left there one hundred and five years
ago, on 3rd April 1902, at 17:00 hours
on the dot, but have a look
yourself ...
Two
steam engines, the leading engine carries
in front of its bogie a small flagstaff,
with the Union Jack hoisted
half-mast high? The entire train hung
with purple and black draperies?
The first car is mine; well, it
belongs to DeBeers, but I
founded that company you know: DIAMONDS
FOREVER!
The troops stood with their arms
reversed, and the sounds of the military
music became gradually more and more
plain till the strains of Handels
Dead March were audible to
those assembled on the platform. My car
itself had been converted into a
travelling mortuary chamber, my coffin
resting upon a bier of teakwood, covered
with purple cloth. At the head of the
coffin a small altar had been erected,
upon which reposed a cross, with two
lighted candles. Thats how I rolled
towards my final destination in the
North:
20°25'?S, 28°28'?E
Worlds View, Matopos
Hills near Bulawayo, Rhodesia I
think, today they call it Zimbabwe.
Of course, in 1902, the train would not
have been able to roll further. Only two
years later, the tracks would reach from
Bulawayo the mighty Zambezi River. And it
took another year to cross the gorge at
Victoria Falls.
One thousand five hundred and forty tons
of steel, the bow of the bridge one
thousand and two hundred-fifty metres
wide, that did cost us a fortune, at that
time one hundred and forty thousand
dollar.
I think, I have earned myself this
test-drive
allow me to introduce
myself: Cecil John Rhodes. I am told
someone is travelling on your train who
is dreaming my dream!
in the darkness of an African night
two ghostly trains on two
neighbouring tracks. Who made this
possible?
Not WHO WHAT made it
possible, you should ask, my dear. Im
sure it was the appropriate inscription
over the entrance from the Grand Parade
to the Railway Station, through which my
funeral procession passed on its way to
the DeBeers car: To live in
hearts we leave behind is not to die
Or, perhaps the Hymn 140, sung in
the Cathedral of Cape Town ... Jesus
lives! No longer now Can thy terrors,
death, appal us ... I mean,
this is an Easter-Hymn, isnt it,
and it was the time of resurrection.
Am I this one?
Which one?
This one!
Or even this one?
I am not a dreamer! Would, please,
somebody tell him. I am the one who is
going to complete the job that was left
uncompleted when he undertook his last
journey by train
You
are referring to an illusion. In his
case, it was a railway-line on paper, in
your case strange enough it
was a tiny train on a cake that had the
form of Africa
and this cake was
on a table in a living room in Germany?
Alright, that was a
consuming pastry prepared for
my birthday, but this present had not so
much to do with the fact that I turned
fifty-two then but with the idea that had
cropped up in this particular
living-room; and this idea was to lay
four thousand and one hundred kilometres
of railway-tracks in Africa, to be more
precise: in Southern Sudan. In this
living room, the future of this region,
after twenty-one years of civil war, has
been planned with ink instead of sugar
and on paper instead on cake. This
railway-line is going to connect this
region with East Africa to transport its
resources to the sea and Ill
be the planner and the executor.
And you know, everything started with
rotten piping in my mansion in Northern
Germany. Whilst repairing, the local
plumber talked about a Sudanese who had
studied in Germany and who was visiting a
neighbour close by this African
would be very much interested in
railways, he said.
Of course, I invited him and learned that
he, Costello Garang Ring, was only two
years younger than I was. Born into a
powerful tribe as the kings son, he
told me, in the evening of that fateful
day in early 2003 about the two million
dead who fell victim to that civil war,
about the hopes raised by the possibility
to achieve an independent New Sudan..
You know, until then I wasnt much
interested to read news about this
country. But shortly after that evening,
I heard it on radio: Garang Ring had been
appointed as South Sudans future
Minister of international cooperation and
development my Ringelnatz.
I booked a flight next day and was on my
way to Africa
My plan is to built
a railway line that would connect South
Sudan with Uganda and Kenya and would end
at the port of Mombassa at the Indian
Ocean to unload there all the oil, the
gold, the teakwood. Not only would the
economy be developed but the whole
country.
At the beginning, it was about a lot of
money only; now, I am involved in the
construction of a whole country!
A new
railway line for the Sudan?
Wasnt there already one? A British
train, equipped with Maxim-machine guns
What is appearing on our monitor?
July 2006:
GERMAN SOLDIERS IN AFRICA!
Preparation for an UN-mission in Darfur
have led to new a dispute about German
military activities in Africa. Whilst
Germanys Minister of Defence, Jung,
envisaged an intervention by the German
Bundeswehr in Western Sudan, German
army-circles claim one could not be
present everywhere.
These military sources are warning to
over-extend German capacities because of
possible reinforcements necessary in
Afghanistan and in Congo. Apart from
that, the Bundeswehr had to be prepared
to participate in the NATO Response
Force and in the EU-Battle
Groups, both training for missions
in Africa as well
training for missions in Africa as well?
Dag, didnt we just hear from you
that:
CONTROL! REPLAY, PLEASE!
Foreign
territories are for the real powers of
the world today not anymore areas for
which they would need Protection
Letters by their governments and,
if necessary, the attachment of colonial
armies.
But,
of course, they are talking about
something different.
They are talking about a humanitarian
catastrophe.
They are talking about the duty of the
world to use force in order to save
people
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Respecting the word
first demand of that discipline
which allows people to become mature
intellectually, emotionally and
ethically.
Respecting the word
its use with strictest care,
incorruptible, with inner love of truth
this is, at the same time,
precondition for the growth of community
and of mankind. To misuse the word
means to despise humans. It undermines
bridges and poisons wells. It is leading
us backwards on the long way of becoming
human.
Well,
our controller will like it, Dag
Respecting the word!
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