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Debatables

Falling Whistles

By Matt Whiteman

Okay, for anyone who has read Ishmael Beah’s Long Way Gone or who knows anything about the Congo (or even if you haven’t/don’t), can you poke holes in this 2 minute video? It’s like the girl effect video, but more of a downer.

I say tough call. “THEIR WEAPON = OUR VOICE” >> kinda yikes… definitely oversimplified, but with human attention being a commodity, the video did exactly what it should have done…

Obviously, DR Congo ≠ child soldiers, rape and lions, but if it means more people trying to hold those prolonging the conflict to account, is that better than complete silence and apathy?  Does this  allow  people to symbolize their solidarity, or is this just more badvocacy? A friend pointed out that it’s sorta like “now you too can play child soldier” and that in itself is offensive enough.

As for sad music + saviour man… well, dime a dozen perhaps, but at least he admits it began with wanderlust, admits that he learned more than he bargained for, and at least he remains in the background to some extent.

An effective ad campaign, no doubt – and after reading Ishmael Beah’s story, it’s tough to argue against rehabilitation of child soldiers (as one part of a much larger issue). It’s also one of those issues that is impossible to fit onto a t-shirt and have it remain totally PC.

At first glance, I think to be even more transparent, they should post their reports with budgets etc. I’d also include a section where people can access resources to learn more about the conflict if they have more questions (Gérard Prunier’s book, for one). I wasn’t as outraged by this as I have been by some other campaigns, until I got to the photo journal (on the main page after the video, go to “story”).  A large helping of  white man’s guilt, accompanied by a hefty slice of “we are helping!”. They effectively “Other” the people of the DRC back to the 15th century. Come on guys, watch your language.

On the one hand, you’re buying a $300 trinket. On the other hand, the war whistle is a haunting gift if you imagine how it started (and this is totally my imagination and in no way represents reality, by the way). Guy comes home in pain but with overwhelming ambition – family and friends expect beautiful artisanal handicrafts from archetypal ‘noble Africans’ and instead he gives them a whistle carried by a small child in a war zone. I respect that he notes the “powerful irony” associated with the item, that “In DR Congo it is used as tool for war, but here at home it is a symbol of freedom.”[1] If I were the one receiving the gift and didn’t already know about the DRC, I’d probably jump on board as well. It all fits together really well; he tells a ‘tidy’ story (although perhaps a little too tidy in some ways). Regardless, I think when a campaign grows to this size, it becomes far easier to poke holes in it. Credit where credit is due, I think.

A friend who I think very wise always says to me that to understand an issue like this one, you can’t just critically analyze it. You have to feel it. This is what the campaign does.

Lastly, they quote this man, whose words echo Paulo Freire:

“If you came to help me, you are wasting your time, but if you came because your liberation is bound together with mine, then let us walk together.”[2]

~Just some fella living through a war

That’s something I can get behind.


[1] Retrieved Tuesday, December 15th, 2009. “Just A Bunch Of Kids: A FALLING WHISTLES BENEFIT”. Here.

[2] Ibid.

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Debatables Personal Experience

Africa and Africans

by Matt Whiteman

I found this book on a friend’s shelf yesterday. It was from when her dad did his undergraduate degree, which was probably at least 40 years ago.

In case you’re wondering why I’m posting this picture, let me remind you that

“Only with the greatest simplification, for the sake of convenience, can we say ‘Africa’. In reality, except as a geographical appellation, Africa does not exist.”

~ Ryszard Kapuściński

Africa and Africans book

All I can say is, I’m glad (most of) academia has since become more conscious of the way they title their material.

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Poetry

Refugee Blues

by W.H. Auden (1907-1973)

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
“If you’ve got no passport you’re officially dead”:
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
“If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread”:
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, “They must die”:
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t German Jews, my dear, but they weren’t German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t the human race, my dear, they weren’t the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

While you certainly can’t just remove the bits about the Holocaust and be left with the experiences of contemporary refugees, it’s a poignant lament on the push and pull factors associated with involuntary migration. I especially appreciate that Auden points out the fallacy of equating passport possession with genuine “identity”. Also, the fish metaphor reminds me a bit of Kibera slum – in that stands in stark contrast to the area surrounding it, only ten feet away:

Kibera slum Google Earth

When you think slum, you don’t usually think “golf-related injuries”, do you? I wouldn’t be surprised in this case.

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