Showing posts with label Yahya Jammeh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yahya Jammeh. Show all posts

Sunday, 12 February 2017

The Times, they are too interesting…




I was saying in my last post that it wasn’t necessarily the case that the Gambian dictator, Yahya Jammeh had really conceded victory when, on the day after the presidential election he congratulated Mr Adama Barrow, the winning candidate. I found it difficult to digest the notion that a man who had seized power by force in 1994 and had subsequently bullied his way into several election victories thereafter should suddenly undergo a Road to Damascus moment. I was worried too, that signals out of America were in danger of being misinterpreted to mean that a free pass had been granted to dictators everywhere, especially those in Africa. I was not surprised, therefore when, barely a week afterwards, Jammeh reverted to type and declared that the election he had just lost “flawed”. He now demanded a fresh vote hoping that his machine of state persuasion would produce the right result the second time round. He used all the wiles in the book of dirty tricks to intimidate the country into submission but, in the end, he had to cave in to the persuasive logic of the stick and carrot. 


We do not know how appetizing the carrot was, but one ingredient was, no doubt, the prospect of a retirement haven out of the reach of international justice. So, on the night after the inauguration of the new president elect, dressed in characteristic flowing white and brandishing his regulation copy of the Quran, he waved goodbye to a thin crowd of long faces standing lugubriously on the tarmac at Banjul International. The country could exhale again.


The rap sheet that Jammeh would have had to answer to and, with some luck, might still do, is a long one. But, for the moment, he is safe in Equatorial Guinea where, one imagines, he would be swapping dictator anecdotes with his host, president-for-life, General Teodoro Obiang. Meanwhile, Gambia’s long-suffering people must content themselves with merely mocking their recently departed tormentor.  


Talking about thin crowds, this is one of the issues that get the wind under the skirts of the new Trump administration, right from its chief exec down to its lowliest gofer. The size of an adoring crowd, by itself, is not a big deal. However, correct me if I’m wrong: the last time someone obsessed so much about the size of his crowd it didn’t end well. And even today, eight decades on, we remain awestruck by the intensity of crowds at Nazi rallies that shook the ground as they shouted “Sieg Heil!  Sieg Heil!” You might again say no big deal. A few “Sieg Heils” here and there do not register high on the Richter scale of political upheavals. The real problem lies in the horrible traits hidden below a thatch of orange or of any other colour. But we have to hand it to Mr Trump. He does not hide behind mealy-mouthed words. He “tells it like it is”. He wants his hearers to understand exactly what he is getting at. And it seems they do. For now, anyway. But for the rest of us, the majority, I hope, the parallels are troubling and the possible consequences of the new president’s size-obsession, his statements and his executive orders make for sleepless nights. Fortunately, America’s founding Fathers wrote up a constitution that provides fairly robust protection against dictatorial tendencies. 


The other defence against unbridled executive power is mockery, for which this particular executive is ripe. Lampoonists remain unbowed both in their spoken word and their graphic essays, whether on TV or through cartoons. This is powerful stuff although Mr Trump responds with a counter-narrative that includes violent language and “alternative truths”, none of which, so far, has been enough to deter anyone, even the little children, who just as in The Gambia, have also joined in the fray.  


It is early days yet, but America must ready itself for difficult times Yahya Jammeh started off fairly benign (as dictators usually do) but in the end he became a terrifying figure in the Gambian political landscape. Hitler was exactly the same. 

Watch out, world.

Tell Fren Tru

Thursday, 8 December 2016

A Year To Remember

2016 has been a strange one. Midway through, the Brits conjoured up the phenomenon of Brexit, when they voted not to remain in the European Union. The smart money had been on a different outcome, although it should have been obvious from the very beginning how the vote was going to go: The thing was that older generation Brits were keen on getting out of a union in which they had never been wholly comfortable. It was a club into which they felt they had been dragged by a bunch of metropolitan liberal elites, and June 23 provided the opportunity for them to free themselves of its shackles. It was also the chance to let those elites know how they felt about all claptrap like multi-culturalism and open borders.
So they took their opportunity and brought those elites down a peg or two, thumbing their noses at them for being "out of touch" with the ordinary folk, whose rights had been trampled on when the country was sold off to similar elites in foreign countries.  The June vote was the chance to sort them out, stick one in their eye and take back control of the country. Job done.
            Brexit was the summer’s fancy. Then autumn came and brought with it its fall fayre, the American presidential election. The outcome of that also caught the pundits flat-footed. They had been absolutely certain, as near as 99% could be that Hillary Clinton was going to become 45th president of the United States. Even Donald Trump himself, who eventually won, did not much fancy his own chances either. Indeed, he was so unsure about his prospects (even with help of Russian friends) that he declared that he would not accept the results if Clinton won. As it turned out, he did not have to go down such a destructive route. In the aftermath, many worry that, given his temperament, he might not be able to resist the impulse, as commander-in-chief, to launch real WMDs if someone were to get under his skin.
            The fall was indeed the season when America completed its descent from the grace that the Obama presidency had been mooting. To be sure, Donald Trump was chief among detractors who tried to undermine Obama’s legitimacy by claiming that he had been foreign-born. It was probably not coincidental therefore, that it was round about this period in America’s history that its race-consensus began to unravel, to the point where street-level executions of African-American became almost routine in law-enforcement. Donald Trump’s entry into such a charged atmosphere did nothing to quieten nerves but probably exacerbated tensions. It was shocking, therefore, that a mature democracy like America’s blithely handed such a person the keys to the White House.
            Time Magazine has just named Trump its “Person of the Year”, for good or ill, it says. Fair enough. The “ill” is code for saying “watch out, America, you could be on course for a very destructive era”. That too, is fair enough. But if this tendency for doing harm erupts into a contagion, repercussions around the world could be disastrous: Countries that do not yet have a settled relation with democracy could end up in a very bad place. I can just imagine "strong men" on the African continent, for example, thinking and saying, “You know what? That Trump fellow has something”, and then casually continue fixing elections, invoking him as their new guru. This was the hazard that Gambians faced as they voted in their presidential elections last week. Hitherto, incumbent, Yahya Jammeh had managed things so nicely that his electorate “voted” him in for several five-year mandates, while jailing any who opposed him along the way. With chants of "Lock Her Up""Lock Her Up" now echoing everywhere, it was impossible not to be pessimistic that Jammeh's tendency to send opponents to Mile 2 (prison) or worse, will be curbed. But the people surprised us and, what was more astonishing Jammeh, amazingly, announced that he had accepted the people’s verdict.
            Once again, the urban elite got it wrong. Or did they?

Tell Fren Tru