thundermental writes
Friday, April 09, 2004
 
THE FUEL OF MIGRATION


In the UK newspapers there is always news of immigration: how tired the English are of immigrants; immigrants committing crimes; immigrants refusing to "fit" in; a picture of a black man from a totally unrelated story surreptitiously placed beside a headline on child abuse... The levels of immigration are blamed on corrupt political regimes, failing economies and persecution elsewhere. But is that enough?

It is true that several of the countries that yield immigrants to the UK have corrupt political regimes. Their leaders mortgage off their land, resources and public services to the Shells and Lonrhos of this world for personal gain while their people starve. But really that's just good capitalism isn't it? Wealth at any cost. Aren't successive UK governments just as corrupt? What do you think happened to UK's railways?

It is also perhaps true that the economies of countries like Nigeria, Jamaica, Ghana and Pakistan are ailing. After all why wouldn't they be? None of them are paid fair prices for their exports and services. Again, victims of capitalism. When the West conspires to pay 20% less for an import we don't realise the impact. Imagine that three export products contribute 57% to a country's GDP: the 20% saving that the West makes equates to a potential (lost) 11.4% rise in GDP for the afflicted country. If we go further to suppose that income from those three export products keeps 60% of the people above the so-called poverty line, this potential gain would (mathematically) life an extra 6.84% of the population out of the poverty bracket. That is the value of Fair Trade. You could try to translate that into immigration figures if you want to , but I won't bother. It still doesn't explain why the UK is a primary destination for immigrants. Neither does persecution. Aren't Brits losing their jobs? Aren't Brits persecuted in the press, in the workplace and in the playground daily? Aren't there higher crime rates in the West than in most developing countries?

So maybe we're asking the wrong questions. The pivotal question is, what makes England so attractive to immigrants? I believe the answer lies between the pages of Peter & Jane, Jack & Jill, and Humpty Dumpty. My father read a poem on the BBC in the 60s about how he had lost his ability to communicate with an elder in his village because he was learning about snow and shoes - things which had no relation to life in the village where Egya (the elder) lived. Years later when I grew up in Ghana almost all the books I read (except the ones on my father's bookshelves) had heroes from England. England was always the land of the right, the land of opportunity, the land of success. By the time most students had studied their way through that cultural propaganda and got their recognised qualifications, they had lost touch with their culture and identified more with Western values. Essentially they didn't feel at home at home. Their dreams were all aligned in the direction of the realities of the fiction they read. Rich or poor, they wanted to go to England. The same mentality is duplicated in India, Pakistan, the Caribbean, Nigeria, Kenya, as well as in the new European republics. England was brilliant at making sure that their culture was marketed as the best thing going and ex-colonies bought into it unreservedly. But it went further than that; through translation the dream was sold to poor Europe. America joined in with her movies and her own literature and the great fuel of immigration was pooled; simply waiting for the right time to be used. As Ngugi said in the introduction to his essays Decolonising the Mind: "...the biggest weapon wielded and actually daily unleashed by imperialism... is the cultural bomb. The effect of a cultural bomb is to annihilate a people's belief in their names, in their languages, in their environment... It makes them want to identify with that which is furthest removed from themselves..." Note how Nigerians and Turks alter their names to Anglicise themselves. Note how Ghanaian and Indian kids cringe in shame when their grandparents visit. But more importantly, note how readily immigrants sell everything they have just to have a chance to live the reality of the books they read and the films they saw. They have Great Expectations, they want to be Pretty Woman... It's the gold rush reborn.

England isn't a soft touch on immigration; it's just a hard imperial. Immigration is just one of the fruits of many years of hard exploitation and, really, there is no justification for complaint. Whenever labour is needed they are quick to open the gates and let the wind rush in. For immigration patterns to change a lot more than rules and treaties need changing.

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Wednesday, April 07, 2004
 
TRAIN OF THOUGHT

Today I saw a woman crying on the train back home. My first instinct was to go up to her and give her a shoulder to cry on, but I held back. She got off at the next stop, and I'd like to think that given more time I would have gone over to comfort her, but I KNOW it's not true... I was paralysed by western society's representation of me. She was fair and blonde, and although I could tell by the weight of her hair that she was not of the "wispy strand blonde" variety, I knew that as a Black African man I am seen as a sexual predator and any advance towards her would be seen in that light. I looked around me, saw the people in the carriage and froze...

Now I am mad at myself. Mad that after so many years of developing a conscious awareness of the representations of imperialism, I still have moments when I just ACCEPT my lot. I should have gone over to comfort the woman the way I would have if I was in Ghana. I shouldn't have adopted the behaviour of the West just to fit in. I let myself down. The entire structure of capitalism and imperialism is based on our feeble acceptance. My friends who work in the City know that what their companies make for four days of their work can pay their entire monthly salary, but they ACCEPT it. As long as they are comfortable, the fat cats can continue to have the cream. No wonder nobody smiles...

But the thing I was maddest at tonight was the fact that I adapted my behaviour. When Black Americans and Afro-Europeans go to Africa they complain that they are called White Men and they don't understand. When I first moved back to Ghana as a kid, the same thing happened and I wondered why. Years later I understood. If you are in Africa and behave like a European, we will call you a White Man. The judgement is not based on the colour of your skin, but rather the colour of your heart, your sentiments, your sensibilities... They smell the mental captivity in you and group you apart from themselves. I know from experience that this changes when you have stayed long enough to rediscover the pulse of Africa. It happened when my ancestors returned as freed slaves shipped from Nova Scotia to Sierra Leone. It happened when my father took us back home after our birth on imperial soil... Tonight I feel like the alien stench has enveloped me again. Maybe I need to go back again. Maybe I've been in London too long.

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