"Africa is, indeed, coming into fashion." - Horace Walpole (1774)


the more things change...

The first research I ever did on African politics was about oil in the Niger Delta. I was eighteen, a freshman in college, and completely naive about a lot of things. Everything I knew about big oil came from my dad's stories about my grandfather, who worked in the West Texas oil fields for decades. My dad had his own stories, too, about working in the fields during summers home from college and how little the petroleum engineering majors from Houston really knew compared to the field hands like my grandpa. Our family didn't love the oil companies, but they had provided for us.

I was naive at eighteen, but I was also smart, and a hard worker, and so I started reading. My topic was the case of the Ogoni Nine. Just a few months before, Ken Saro-Wiwa and his fellow activists had been executed by General Sani Abacha's regime for their protests against what Royal Dutch Shell was doing to their land. It was a fascinating topic to study, as responsibility was in some ways crystal clear and in other ways impossible to untangle. It was obvious that Shell was responsible for more than they would admit, that the government was corrupt and brutal to the core, and that the lives and livelihoods of millions of people were being forever destroyed by the marriage between the two.

What I learned from that research about power, resources, social movements, political manipulation, backroom deals, disasters, and injustice set me on my life's course. I was fascinated. I never got over wanting to know more. A few months later I started studying refugee movements in the Great Lakes region, obsessively reading Howard French's dispatches from Kinshasa and Judith Matloff's analysis from Johannesburg and tracing movements across maps of Zaire, a country that soon ceased to exist. And that was that. I was hooked.

Not much has changed for the Delta, either. Nigerians of the Delta region are watching in dismay as every news network in the world covers the BP spill in the Gulf of Mexico, wondering why their despair has been ignored for so long. “We don’t have an international media to cover us, so nobody cares about it,” said Mr. Mbong, in nearby Eket [told the New York Times]. “Whatever cry we cry is not heard outside of here.”

We don't have the slightest idea what it's like to live in the Niger Delta. Yes, it's bad on the Gulf Coast, and it will take years if not decades to clean up. But we live in a strong state. Clean-up crews are trying. Victims will be compensated. New regulations will be enacted. Stories will be in the papers for years.

And most of us will go on with our lives, not changing our habits, and certainly not thinking about the tiny threads that tie our stories together with those of Nigerian children who swim in oily water and oil hands in West Texas and nasty dictators and refugees walking to Kisangani. I wonder what would change if we did.


Anonymous Savina said...

thanks for this piece of heartfelt personal history which sheds light on history with a capital H

Friday, June 18, 2010 7:43:00 AM

Anonymous crew said...


Friday, June 18, 2010 6:39:00 PM

Blogger Texas.Ex said...

News reports (link below, others) suggest some movement toward a cleanup effort. I'll believe it when things have actually changed, the sites are cleaned up, and the local folks are treated like citizens.

(Managing Director of Shell Mutiu Sumonusaid) "There is no spill that happened that we (Shell) have not handled within 24 to 48 hours. It is a fallacy for some people to compare the spill in Gulf of Mexico to what happens here", he said.

"Hogwash", I said, followed by a string of phrases taught to me by a Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant, phrases that spring up spontaneously despite the passage of decades, usually provoked by fellows like this one.


Saturday, June 19, 2010 6:54:00 AM


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