Some 20 years ago, an article in
the Economist newspaper posited that
the greatest threat to world order in the late 20th and early 21st
century was migration. It is true that by 2015 we still have not seen the
apocalypse that the article predicted, but it is clear that we seem destined
for a day when millions or even billions would be on the move from areas of the
world where life is intolerable to other less blighted places. Yes,
we are no way near an apocalypse. But we are getting pretty close to a human
disaster that we seem unable or unwilling to stop. This horror is unfolding right
in front of our eyes in the region where Africa meets with a Europe that
is in no mood to accept anyone’s "...tired, poor or huddled masses, yearning to
breathe free".
Refugees at Lampedusa |
And that urge
to leave continues to this day maybe for less romantic reasons than we like to fancy. True, those
early humans who blazed the emigration trail almost certainly had no idea where
they were going. They just followed their nose and, presumably climate trends
and food opportunities, which eventually led to their populating the entire
planet and the survival of our species. And that was good.
That
same instinctual drive may be as difficult to resist in today’s Africa as it was
in the Africa of two million years ago. How else can you explain the madness of
embarking across the vastness of the Mediterranean in unseaworthy craft, without
navigation aids, safety equipment or competent mariners?
As
I write this blog, European Union leaders are being dragged kicking an screaming to a summit to consider ways of alleviating the plight of these thousands of
migrants willing to risk their lives and those of their children to cross a sea
notorious for swallowing up the unprepared. So far this year, thousands have
drowned, and in the latest casualty figures, some 800 would-be immigrants have died in the attempt to cross the sea.
So,
here on the northern pole of the continent a tragedy, most horrible is in the
process of being enacted whilst on the continent's opposite pole another
of similar horror, though not yet of the same magnitude plays out in the
rainbow Republic of South Africa, celebrated for its accommodation of
different folks with different strokes. The republic`s current imbroglio arose
after the Zulu King, Goodwill Zwelithini demanded that foreign workers go
home, provoking his 'subjects' (irony no doubt unappreciated in the 'republic')
to take the law into their own hands. Now, after several deaths and a short reign
of terror against fellow 'other' Africans, the king is
backpedalling, claiming that his words had been taken out of context.
What
these polarities are telling us is that there is something rotten somewhere
in the middle of the continent. As if we didn’t know that already. Not only do
we know what sickens the continent, we know also what to do about it. We just
don’t have the will.
That’s all.
Tell
Fren Tru