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Ancestors’ Rage byChinweizu Ibekwe“Ah, this land
This black wh~re
This manacled b~tch
Tied to a post and r~pedBy every passing white dog:The dog of the crescent sword
The dog of the militant cross
The dog of the red star!
Listen! Listen to the pack
Of scavenger dogs from white heartlands
Snarling in their gang r~pe of Africa!
Black Lady
Forced to wear
A white turban of shameAnd white shoes of shameWith the acid of humiliationBurning in her eyesAs she suffer their gang r~pe!…
Ah, Africa
Birthplace of monotheism
Home of the Sun Disc of Aten
That father to the Tablet of Moses,
And grand uncle to the Cross of Jesus,
And grandfather to the Crescent of Mohammed,
And great grandfather to the Red Star of Marx!
For what are they
Tablet, Cross, Crescent and Red Star
But icons of latter day cultsFashioned by white imitatorsOf that heretic theological lineInvented in the fourteenth century BCBy Akhenatten, King of Khemet?
Yet, behold this venerable land,
Assaulted, dismembered,
In its supine, demented dotage,
By the mongrel progeny
Of a bastard it discarded!
Behold the white religions,
Their war banners flying high;
A trinity of alien icons;
Red Star, Cross and Crescent,
Competing for reverent kisses
From black auxiliaries.
O paragon of self contempt
With a genius for suicide!
For two and a half millennia
Driven by brainwashed shame,They have bleached their black identity,Scraping it off like shit from their fine skin;They have scrammed from their black identityLike a man fleeing his menacing shadows!And like whales
Demented by sea borne infections in their brains,
And are panting for white theologies
From St Peter’s,
From the Ka’aba,
From the Kremlin.
Like beached whales,
They have fled their habitat,
Fled their dark sea waters
Polluted by humiliations;
They are lusting for sacred waters
They hope will whiten their souls.
That one claims he is an Arab.
He now wears around his neck
A fake genealogical chain
Linking himself to the Quraish.
Look, look at him now!
Look at what air he wears!
He feels his worth increased
In the sight of his alien god;
And when he bites off his African tongue,And stutters in Arabic,He is giddy with divine prideAt being able to address his fellowsIn 'the language of God himself'!And when he dons the Arab turban,And nails Arab name to his brow,And bows in obedience to Mecca,Five times a day like a lizard,Dramatizing thereby his allegianceTo the Arabs and their homeland,He feels the gate of heaven opening for him!He hears the trumpet of Angels
Blowing a fanfare to welcome him!
And the third,
Less crude, more cerebral
In his flight from his identity,
Declared with bright eyed passion:
‘I am deracialized;
And I am denationalized!
The God of the Dialectics, of Historical Materialism,
Is color and nation blind.
From the mud of primitivism.”
- Chinweizu, 'Voices From Twentieth Century Africa,' Faber and Faber. 1988
AFRON8V and Agya Bakari Kwadwo1 Comment-
Chinweizu, a great thinker.
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