Biafra
is back in the news in a big way, thanks, in large measure, to the
recent death of Steve Jobs, co- founder of Apple. In a bestselling
authorized biography written by Walter Isaacson, we learn that Biafra
had something to do with Mr. Jobs’ renunciation of Christianity. To
paraphrase the story: as a 13-year-old, the late inventor
extraordinaire had confronted his Lutheran Church pastor with a
photograph of two starving Biafran children on the cover of Life
magazine.
The young Steve asked his teacher whether God was aware of the plight
of the children. Once he was assured that divine omniscience implied
that God had such knowledge, Steve Jobs, there and then, announced
his divorce from Christianity.
I
have seen that picture that drove an impressionable teenager to sever
ties with his Christian faith. It is near-impossible to look at it
and remain composed or untouched. The eyes of the famished Biafran
babies are particularly disconcerting. In fact, there is a certain
desolate impression etched on the subjects’ faces. To view that
picture – which has been widely shown on TV and circulated on the
Internet in the brouhaha generated by Jobs’ death – is to gain a
glimpse into the ways in which the violence of war ravages the
innocence of children, terrorizes the most vulnerable, and upends
humane values.
There
is, I think, a paradox in the way that Steve Jobs’ death has
resurrected Biafra in the imagination of the global community. That
paradox lies in the fact that, as the world was once again tuning in
to the bloodiest tragedy in Nigeria’s history, Nigeria seemed
determined to persist with its willed amnesia. That amnesia has a
long history.
At
the end of the war, with the federal side’s superior firepower
triumphing, then Head of State Yakubu Gowon declared that there was
no victor, no vanquished. That announcement, seen by some as an
uncommon act of magnanimity, earned great adulation for Mr. Gowon. He
also impressed the world by proclaiming that the war-scarred country
would embark on rehabilitation, reconciliation and reconstruction.
Few of Gowon’s admirers were detained by the fact that his
(victorious) government’s actions were often at odds with its
avowed policy of nurturing healing. Two examples of this gap between
precept and practice should suffice to underscore the point.
One
was a policy that enabled the government to strip the erstwhile
Biafrans of their wealth. At the end of the war, the Nigerian
government implemented a policy that gave each Biafran adult twenty
pounds as so-called ex-gratia payment. This would have been a
commendable policy had the payment been designed to assist
cash-strapped Biafrans to re-enter the Nigerian economy. Instead, the
government decided that the paltry sum served as full redemption for
any financial assets owned by individual Biafrans prior to the war.
It was a self-evidently unjust policy of expropriation, and it dealt
a crippling economic blow to the guts of a people who had paid a
devastating price, with their blood and limbs, and who needed to be
bolstered in their desperate effort to re-start their lives.
There
was also the issue of abandoned property, a notion that matched –
if not surpassed – the ex-gratia policy in odiousness, illogicality
and patent injustice. In a move that exposed the hypocrisy of its
avowed policy of reconciliation, the Nigerian government declared
that Biafran citizens who owned property in parts of the country
outside the formerly secessionist territory had effectively
“abandoned” those assets.
What
emerges, then, is a portrait of a nation caught pants down at
critical moment indulged in dishonorable acts. In one breath, it was
proposed that the preservation of Nigeria’s corporate unity was an
idea worth spilling more than a million lives for, and the maiming of
even more. Yet, in another breath, the same Nigeria demonstrated
unwillingness to extend economic justice to those who had sought to
leave the union. We were told that “to keep Nigeria one was a task
that must be done.” But – that task accomplished – we were told
that the erstwhile Biafrans, now forcibly re-“Nigerianized,” were
not entitled to the ownership and enjoyment of their property and
income.
A
central tragedy of Nigeria is that it has continued to carry on as if
it never fought a war – as if its very viability as a proposition
had never been contested in a war that cost more than a million
lives, limbs, and extensive wreckage of its physical space. As Dr.
Louis Okonkwo stated during the session earlier in the day, Nigeria’s
history is donut-shaped – with a huge hole in its middle. This hole
represents all the tragedies that we repress, attempt to erase, or
refuse to acknowledge. Besides, owing to the existence of this donut
history, Nigeria constantly slips and falls through the gaping hole.
There
is no question that federal troops massacred hundreds of innocent,
unarmed civilians in Asaba in the heady early days of the Biafran War
in October, 1967. Many other nations have witnessed similar callous,
shocking events in their history – and often on a larger scale. We
have Pol Pot’s murderous reign in Cambodia, a pogrom in which
approximately twenty percent of the Cambodian population perished;
Hitler’s campaign to exterminate the Jews; the My Lai massacre of
some 500 Vietnamese perpetrated by American soldiers, and less than a
year after the Asaba massacres; the hundreds of thousands who
perished in Joseph Stalin’s Great Purge in the late 1930s; and the
huge socio-economic disruptions as well as human rights abuses that
accompanied – or marked – China’s cultural revolution in the
1960s.
Africa
has been both stage and victim of great acts of genocide. For more
some three centuries, a consortium of European nations laid siege on
Africa and carried out the capture, sale and enslavement of Africans,
as well as the appropriation of Africans’ land and other resources.
Adam Hochschild, in his book titled King
Leopold’s Ghost: A Story of Greed, Terror, and Heroism in Colonial
Africa, offers
us a grimly fascinating exploration of the savage violence that
accompanied and was authorized by imperialist incursions into the
Congo.
In
the 1980s and 1990s, Africans and the world were horrified by the use
– in, among other places, the Congo, Liberia, Sierra Leone, the
Sudan, and Rwanda – of rape, enslavement, and the amputation of
limbs as modes of war. It is not widely recognized that those
shocking acts were virtually lifted from the bloody manual of King
Leopold 11’s gruesome and sickening pillaging of the Congo’s
human and natural resources. If this fact is not general knowledge,
it is in part because, both among Africans as well as Europeans, some
of the horrendous depredatory practices fomented and fertilized by
Euro-imperialism remain unknown or unspoken. In an effort to maximize
the harvesting of wild rubber that fed King Leopold’s depraved
appetite for profit, the Belgian potentate’s operatives were
authorized to kidnap children and women, who were then ransomed back
to their disconsolate fathers and husbands in exchange for ever
increasing amounts of rubber. Hochschild writes that, “Like the
hostage-taking, the severing of hands was deliberate policy…If a
village refused to submit to the rubber regime, state or company
troops or their allies sometimes shot everyone in sight, so that
nearby villages would get the message.” Hochschild then makes the
point that “As the rubber terror spread throughout the rain forest,
it branded people with memories that remained raw for the rest of
their lives.”
It
is important to underline, then, that the massacre in Asaba was far
from exceptional. The critical difference between Asaba and, say, My
Lai, is that there was some gesture to investigate what happened in
Vietnam. Ultimately, the outcome of the My Lai investigations fell
terribly short of expectations. Still bogged down in a war that
baffled the best of its military tacticians, the United States’ was
far from prepared to fully expose its unattractive underbelly. There
was no doubt that the American public was horrified by the mowing
down of defenseless Vietnamese men, women and children, even if the
soldiers who wielded the guns were spared any sanctions.
In
the case of the massacre in Asaba, the Nigerian state’s recourse to
silence is indefensible. At minimum, the government should admit that
its soldiers committed a gruesome act. And there may be a glimmer of
hope. A few days ago, Champion
newspaper
quoted Emma Okocha, whose book, Blood
on the Niger, offers
the fullest chronicle of the massacre in Asaba and elsewhere, as
disclosing that the federal government had actually approved (but
never effected) financial compensation for the families of victims of
the massacre. If that is true, then President Goodluck Jonathan would
do well to order that such compensation be paid immediately.
Even
so, we must state that no amount of cash can redeem a life, or fully
atone for the torment faced by survivors of casualties – those
whose lives were unjustly taken. A deeper act of restitution is
called for. And that is why the project to erect a permanent monument
to the victims of the massacre is of utmost importance. Until and
unless we provide a space to honor the memory of the innocents
executed in cold blood, for no just cause, we condemn ourselves to
the fury and bitterness of the unappeased.
(This
column is the first part of Ndibe’s keynote at the Asaba Memorial
Park Symposium in Tampa, Florida last Saturday. The second will be
published next week)