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248 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1960
‘We know what France represents,’ Bakayoko said, ‘and we respect it. We are in no sense anti-French; but once again, Monsieur le directeur, this is not a question of France or of her people. It is a question of employees and their employer.’One of the tags I've been using on Tumblr with increasing frequency is 'life is politics is life.' Out of all the ideas the United States has actively worked against the most, this is easily one of the top five, because what I mean by this is not The West Wing or biographies of presidents or any other glamorized and commercialized rendering of an already glamorized and commercialized system of propositions and elections. I'm talking about what is happening in Ferguson at this very moment. I'm talking about the heart of Les Misérables, not the music or movie or the marketing campaigns but every time someone agonizes in jail, every time someone dies in the streets, every single fucking time a child is shot down in the name of justice. Your weekends, your lack of draft, your right to vote and your right to live, name any of your legal privileges and I guarantee you. Someone suffered so that it may come to pass.
‘The toubabs do all kinds of things that humiliate and debase us, and now you want to do the same.’In some ways, God's Bits of Wood is a better book than Hugo's longest creation. The 1400+ page behemoth is closer to my heart due to an exposure so lengthy that I can no longer determine whether the book fit my tastes or my tastes were formed by the book, but in all the hundreds of pages the methodology of thought is never questioned. There are oppressors, and there are oppressed, but the face off between ideological stances never reaches the magnitude of The Wretched of the Earth's maxim:
‘There is no law in this book that you would refuse to admit. It’s not an unbreakable set of rules, it’s…it’s a way of thinking.’
In the colonial context the settler only ends his work of breaking in the native when the latter admits loudly and intelligibly the supremacy of the white man's values.Here, it is not simply a matter of barricades and moral determination of right and wrong, but how much of that sense of intrinsic determination has been corrupted by those who view you as a subspecies to be drained to the very drippings of marrow and soul. The rights of women, the value of religion, systems of language and conspiracies of crime and punishment, all of which expand the phrase "to live" into a constant war of what is nourishment, and what is poison. Colonialism has been touched upon in literature before, but never like this.
There are a great any ways of prostituting yourself, you know. There are those who do it because they are forced to — Alioune, Deune, Idrissa and myself all prostitute our work and our abilities to men who have no respect for us. And then there are others who sell themselves morally — the ones like Mabigué and Gaye and Beaugosse. And what about you?Like many great writers, Sembène's strengths lie in a critical gathering where villains carry out conscientious acts and heroes still have much to learn after the battle is won. This work of his is inherently political not because of the words "Communist" and "strike", but in a structural emphasis on group over individual and holistic contextualization of cause and effect. Much as the US government loves to construct otherwise, politics is not a single person sitting in a chair earning $200k a year. Decried and belittled and maligned as it is, politics is the power of the people with the necessary levels of effort and will and faith required to face down a system that must always be forced to give in. It took 125 years of political action to get women the right to vote in this country of mine, and I have only this year celebrated the 50th anniversary. There are highlighted names and events and the usual quick and infantalizing methods with which history treats social justice movements, but it was never, ever, just one.
'Three million francs is a lot of money for a Negro lathe operator,' Doudou said, 'but even three million francs won't make me white. I would rather have the ten minutes for tea and remain a Negro.'A number of people die in this book. They die brutally, they die tragically, they give their lives just before the triumph of their efforts and lose their lives soon afterwards. In the name of all those who will follow in their footsteps in that obscene, dehumanizing, and necessary process that is political action, they will not be forgotten.
If a man like that is killed, there is always another to take his place. That is not the important thing. But to act so that no man dares to strike you because he knows you speak the truth, to act so that you can no longer be arrested because you are asking for the right to live, to act so that all of this will end, both here and elsewhere: this is what should be in your thoughts. That is what you must explain to others, so that you will never again be forced to bow down before anyone, but also so that no one shall be forced to bow down before you.
It is not necessary to be right to argue, but to win it is necessary both to be right and never to falter