Ethiopia, Save Yourselves as One People
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So a while before I wrote this, BBC World just gave maybe five to seven minutes to the
I’ve offered this anecdote before, and I’ll tell it again. For three miserable months in 2000, I worked in London for a major network, during which I wrote up a quick story to go with video about conflict diamonds in Sierra Leone, and a white English producer said to me , “Don’t tell me why the Africans are fighting, just show the Africans fighting.”
I promise you, I guarantee you, that is how it will be done again. The Western media will come with their cameras and their boom mikes, and they will shake their heads and mutter with solemn condescension what a tragedy it is that the Africans are killing each other and can’t get along. And then they’ll move on. They’ll check in on Syria. Or follow up on the Rohingya in Myanmar. Or go to the next bloody circus that’s captured their interest.
I write books. I used to do journalism, but never really got far in the big leagues of it, and it’s way more fun writing books. I wrote one about Ethiopia, and for the most part, Ethiopians in their own country and in the Diaspora like what I wrote. It is wonderful to be recognized in a restaurant over appearing in an old documentary, or having people rush up to me, excited that I wrote Prevail. There are those who say, “We should give you honorary Ethiopian citizenship!” and I thank them and joke, “Would it come with a villa and pension?” And I’m only half-kidding because hey, most writers are poor. And it is a beautiful country.
But it’s not my country, so I should keep my mouth shut most of the time. How you take care of your internal affairs is your own business. But —
Say you’re on a street. You see down the block someone ranting and whipping a mob into a frenzy, telling people to go burn down a neighbor’s house. And then you see the mob march up the road, ready to set that house on fire. But you don’t live on that street. It’s not yours. Do you speak up? “How dare you! It’s not your street! Go mind your own business!”
It would be ludicrous, wouldn’t it?
So now the whole block is an inferno. Flames rising up, consuming everything, smoke blackening the sky.
Even as I started this piece, someone fired off, “I am actually from that country, so I can’t opt out of my interest in what goes on there, which you can at your leisure.” And in this, they’re not wrong. In the middle of some stupid and petty comments, they spoke one singular truth. I can turn my back. I can switch off the TV set. I can ignore the news.
But the flaw in their logic is that in the rest of their criticism, they wrote, “Speak the whole truth or say nothing.” In other words, Be useful as a sock puppet for my version of the truth or shut the hell up. Nope. Sorry. Not buying it. If I’m a privileged poser for one version of the truth then I’m just as privileged for all the other versions.
Yes, you can be a hypocrite by being a “day rebel.” But if you truly, sincerely call for peace, even for one minute, that is constructive. It has to be. Far better than screaming threats and demanding one ethnic group dies.