MUHAMMAD: The Late Great African Continent

Askia Muhammad | 4/23/2014, 3 p.m.
Askia Muhammad

A generation ago when we were just learning about the great accomplishments of African scholars and civilizations, during a period when Europeans were literally living in caves, Black people were proud of our African heritage. For the most part, we still are proud of that heritage. But something ugly has happened to Africa, throughout Africa.

We proudly wore our dashikis and chose African names to be rid of the symbols of ownership our calling ourselves by our “slave names” depicted. I am still proud that America’s first Black president was never called by the name of a White slave master who literally owned his African ancestors.

Our mantra was for the liberation and unification of the African Continent “from Cape to Cairo,” meaning from the southernmost Cape of Good Hope on the near-Antarctic tip of South Africa, all the way to the northeastern-most port of Cairo, Egypt. But today, those very icons are in need of liberation and unification themselves.

South Africa is beset with corruption and sloth under this, only the third Black president elected by true majority rule in less than 25 years. All the once-state-owned assets including gold and diamond mines which were expropriated from the White-minority robbers who ruled the land for centuries have been sold back to the robbers, enriching the African National Congress, party leaders, but leaving no wealth available to lift the vast Black majority out of its poverty and suffering.

Egypt, where the engineering genius used to construct the Great Pyramids still eludes the greatest minds of modern science, where medicine and was born and where the secrets of the dead still baffle men and women of letters and learning; Egypt is a political basket case where a duly elected government and constitution were overthrown at the behest of Western provocateurs who resented the democratically determined, electoral outcome – a government led by sympathizers with, and members of the Muslim Brotherhood. The grand and mysterious Sphinx literally weeps for her homeland.

Throughout the rest of the continent, from the Atlantic Ocean on the West, to the Red Sea and Indian Ocean on the East Muslims are often behaving badly, as though their capitals were never the seat of civilization, education. Bombings, beheadings, raping, mutilating the genitals of their girls, denying them education – as if intelligent mothers are not needed as a child’s first teacher, to produce intelligent children who grow up to become rulers. Then Christians and Animists, who overthrow their savage Muslim overlords, then resort to revenge murders, looting; literally the “law of the jungle” is all that prevails.

I have traveled to maybe two dozen of Africa’s 50-some-odd countries – to South Africa and to Egypt a half dozen times each; a dozen or more trips to Nigeria; to Niger, Mali, Malawi, Morocco, Libya, Liberia, Senegal, Ghana, Gambia, Chad, Congo, Comoros Islands, Sudan, Ethiopia, Uganda, Zimbabwe, Tunisia, and more. I am sorry to say, there’s hardly one of them where I would even consider residing, and only a few where I would consider visiting.