13th October, 2010
A paper presented by Professor Wole Soyinka at the 40th Annual Accountantsâ€
It is the season of stock-taking, or should be. Some believe that it should be a season of jubilation and I suppose a case can be made for that. There is always the fact of life to celebrate. The nation underwent a devastating civil war, but managed to survive intact. There are two issues implicated in that statement – firstly, is ONE nation an advantage over Two, Three or Four from that same one?
For many, the answer is an automated ‘Yesâ€
A second consideration is also provoked by our original question. When we say ‘intactâ€
If it is a virtue that a nation should constantly re-invent itself, ours has excelled over and above the call of virtue, so perhaps those who say there is cause to ‘count our blessingsâ€
Permit me to say nothing new for the next five minutes or so. I shall repeat what I have said before, nearly verbatim, just for those five minutes – there are only so many variations one can play on the same theme without beginning to strain for effect. We can choose to forget the manner by which that latest sprint to the starting line of the democratic journey came to be – through a blatant act of fraud! A constitution was foisted on this nation by a minuscule section of the Nigerian polity – let us simply identify them as the Military Mafioso – and their handful of civilian collaborators. And even that fraudulent constitution remained a phantom from beginning to the end of the electoral contest. Thus, an election was held – we must continue to hammer this hard – an election was held under a non-existent constitution! None of those it basically affected, those on behalf of whom the document was promulgated – the electorate – ever saw the shape of the destination that justified that race. It was hidden under the beddings of the Mafioso, todayâ€
After several years of military dictatorship that wiped away the last vestiges of political structures and civic interaction, the Nigerian nation went to the polls to vote for – yes, let us use the occasion to again demand of ourselves - vote for what exactly? Oh, we know all about the individuals. There were individual faces on the posters and the ballot boxes but, I must insist on the demand: for what precisely did the Nigerian nation vote in 1999? The candidates that came forward on offer to execute the nationâ€
Permit me yet again, to re-invoke the morality tale of the Emperorâ€
Well, for many, this belief is genuine. This is perfectly logical. Their definition of democracy is somewhat more personal than it is for most of us. Democracy had arrived for them from the moment it became possible, as their first act of self-accreditation, to look after Priority No. 1 – the material pre-requisites that separate the law-maker from the common herd. The field was wide open. Their first task therefore – and again my purpose is to jog this nationâ€
Even within the wardrobe of democracy, there are many apparels, differing in texture, colour, cut of cloth, and even styles. We have asked, and must continue to demand: are full-time legislators essential to the democratic health of this nation or do they constitute a parasitic bloc, an incubator of desperate measures – including political murders – since the stakes are so high. Lesser crimes include the culture of cronyism, profligacy, unbridled corruption and guarantee of a profound alienation from the enabling constituency that is, and will always remain, the electorate. Does the system, by its very operations, make a mockery of accountability? Does it infer and confer unassailable immunity, even where not written into law? These are questions that go deep into the heart of nation viability, questions that should have been resolved within the first term of a post-military, that is, post-dictatorial imposition. The governance system is a bequest of a colonial force, an internal colonial force of domination – the military. Until it is debated, militarism, which includes militaristic thinking, one that translates itself effortlessly into a hegemonic centralist ideology, remains at the heart and motions of governance.
Now of course, it is possible that this is indeed what is best for the nation. That possibility should never be ruled out – all propositions, even the most outrageous, must be considered appropriate material of debate. If a legislator were to claim that it is right and just to amputate the hands and feet of a petty thief while he is himself stealing his state blind, pocketing the revenue but paying protection money to the Centre in order to stave off prosecution, why not? It is a viable debating proposition. If such a legislator claims that his state has a right to turn his state of origin into a theocracy, in defiance of Section 10 of the constitution that states clearly that:
“the Government of the Federation or of a State shall not adopt any religion as State Religionâ€,
even that is still a viable proposition for debate, especially if there exist astute lawyers who are able to discern other sections that may be interpreted as legitimizing that repudiated governance policy.
The point therefore is that neither centralism nor federalism, neither autarchy nor anarchism was ever debated. An arrogant force of occupation, violently emplaced, sought to perpetuate itself by other means, having reluctantly conceded that its days of open dictatorship were over. This coming to terms with an altered status of itself was compelled both by a changing world and by internal circumstances that had gobbled up numberless lives of its citizenry including those of a freely elected president, his wife, numerous political dissidents young and old, and other not so prominent individuals, unsung matyrs, master-minded the bankruptcy of thousands and left yet others tortured into insensibility. It was this force of occupation that slammed onto the nation what now passes for a constitution, what passes for a system of governance, known as presidential but bastardized beyond recognition. The slavemasters remain the same – they have merely substitutred their studded whips and branding irons for a mere electric fence. The slaves remain abject and unctuous in the fulsomeness of their gratitude, rationalizing the indignity. After all, they now have a choice: they can remain passively corralled, or else get shocked into conformity if they attempt to scale the fence erected around them in the name of democracy. The over assiduous of course are simply electrocuted.
The dreaded event – let us give it its real name – is known as a SOVEREIGN NATIONAL, or a NATIONAL CONSTITUTIONAL CONFERENCE. Only products of a slave mentality are afraid to meet, deliberate and direct their destiny. They might be considered plotting their own liberation, which of course is a very bad thing, totally unheard of. It upsets the apple cart or – to utilize the most noxious utterance so beloved of the high placed representatives of that class of impostors, the newbreed militricians – it heats up the polity. Never, in this nation of obsessive phrase-mongering and mindless repetitiousness, has one expression been fashioned that is so blatantly self-serving, so assiduous in saluting and conserving the status quo of fraud, criminality, privilege, self-perpetuation and deception. A call for accounting of political stewardship becomes – heating up the polity. A call for the termination of a national insult in the kidnapping of a sitting president, demanding his reappearance into public view, or else an open determination of his medical condition becomes – heating up the polity. A demand for an investigation of obvious political murders becomes – heating up the polity. A demand to overhaul inequitable, lop-sided arrangements for national cohabitation is of course – heating up the polity. A demand for even-handedness in governance, is – what else? – heating up the polity. Even a demand for the cessation of atmospheric pollution, caused by decades of heating up the stratosphere is – heating up the polity. No, not the heating up of the very air we breathe until it becomes uninhabitable for man and beast, not the heating that dries up vegetation, poisons ancient fishing ponds, degrades the land below sterility, results in instant conflagrations that consume entire villages, incinerates innocent passers-by, no, not the carbon heating that introduces endemic pulmonary diseases and reduces the life expectancy of the newly born, no, not one of these heats up the polity. Not the manipulation of religious sensibilities that results in midnight raids on sleeping villages, not the rise of fundamentalist insanity that destroys communities, not the sack of major cities, the daylight descent of death and mutilation in the service of intolerance and bigotry, not the division of once peacefully cohabiting peoples into no-go zones for one group or the other, not billions that vanish in smoke whose sources are nearly always traceable to cookery of books from governance kitchens, not the reign of impunity, the scapegoating of lesser thieves while the captains – no, not of industries, but of lucrative indolence – luxuriate in decorations and honours both national and of their own localities, no, it is never the thieving arrogance of the high placed, constantly re-inventing themselves through their surrogates, it is never the provocative dare of those who demand, as of the right of democratic entitlement, to return to rule a nation they came close several times to setting on fire – no, these never once heated up the polity, it is only those who say, ‘Enough, let us sit down as free people, confident in our democratic intelligence and organizational will, let us sit together and fashion out how we propose to live together on egalitarian, humanistic arrangements – these are the ones who ‘heat up the polityâ€
Nonetheless we must be measured and responsible in our choice of heating equipment. Fireworks are all very well when triggered off in celebrative designs, not when they incinerate the innocent. I extend my concerns and sympathies to the wounded and maimed of Eagle Square and wish them that full and speedy recovery that is born of fellow feeling. I mourn with the bereaved, the friends, colleagues and relations of those who lost their lives at Eagle Square on what should have been a day of joy for some, a day of sober reflection for all. Whichever way we all choose to remember that day fifty years ago, we did not deserve the outrage that was inflicted on us as a people. However – and this applies most especially when we hear those self-exonerating cries, ‘But we are doing our best,â€
There are always alternatives, productive alternatives, not the sterile options of death and destruction, which have a tendency in any case towards a spiral of self-perpetuating violence. One contributory option to other corrective social mechanisms is known by that already named dread phrase – A Sovereign or National Constitutional Conference, the genuine article, not the fake, self-serving, manipulative tinkering as we underwent during the tenure of the Great Hypocrite. Those who shy away from that prospective arbiter must understand that they will always have to deal with its alternative - Serial Sectarian Monologues – couched in the syntax of arbitrariness, short-sightedness and crudeness, where the impact of violence is mistaken for directness and the syntax of dialogue is condemned as subterfuge. At fifty years, let us have some honest stock-taking, line up the plus and minus columns in the ledger book of the past and admit where there have been deficit, forgery, cover-ups and criminal impunity. This nation came into being as a modern state under certain protocols of association.
Protocols are not immutable. However, when a treasonable force comes into being and arbitrarily upsets those protocols, taking authority from its own minority will, then the majority on coming into its own – assuming that it places the slightest value on its collective civic integrity – has a responsibility to itself, to its healthy continuance, to examine the imposed, illegitimate protocols in the fullness of recovered freedom. Are they an improvement? Flawless? If they are, then let the electorate openly endorse this product of genius and settle down to faithfully implement its articles. If they are not an improvement, if in fact they are seen to be riddled with drawbacks, reactionary or whatever, then the next course, a complementary one, is mandatory – take it to pieces, replace it entirely or reconstruct it fundamentally. Otherwise let us simply invite that usurper minority that imposed its will to return. Let us bring back that minority to complete the task they began in secret caucuses, under cover of darkness, protocols that were never intended to liberate the majority but to entrench the minority in accustomed privilege, arrogance and impunity.
What exactly, I have often had cause to demand, is a nation? Since something called a nation is being celebrated, well, let us ask again – what is it? What does it do exactly? What does nation mean? For whom does it exist? Is it an object of worship? A god that demands human sacrifice in their millions? Is it an abstraction that exists merely in the naming? A name to conjure with when ideas have dried up or the people need to be distracted from actuality? Anyone who thinks these mere rhetorical questions should question our history and ask why it is that the greatest impostors, most corrupt and manipulative in the leadership ranks of this nation have always been the loudest in evoking the nation mantra. Do not take my assessment for the first half of that assessment. In a most cooperative fluke of timing, a FOREIGN POLICY journal of October 1 this year – as the nationâ€
We knew our man however and, in any case, our response to that non-negotiable sovereignty of the nation was always: surely it is not the nation to whom sovereignty belongs, but the people. The sovereignty of the people is what remains non-negotiable. Yes, of course, the people can bargain away their sovereignty – history is full of such instances. They can trade it for an easy ride to illusions of greatness, order and prosperity. They can lose it through carelessness, and they can even transfer it structurally, from a misinterpretation of patriotism, sometimes simply for not appearing to be – heating up the policy. Sooner or later however – and here we call history and time to witness! – sooner or later, they retrieve it. The state is not sovereign, that is a blasphemy of monarchists, feudalists and despots, and history has proved them wrong, sometimes most ingloriously.
Even if we do not agree with the existing reality of nation-being, or the coming-in-being processes of such a nation, or its necessity, we know who it is meant to serve – the humanity that inhabits and works its material space for their living. The humanity that settle it as their living space, and make it reproduce their very existence. The reproduction of human existence is not in its material terms alone however – tilling, sowing, harvesting or manufacturing. If that were all, human life would be only a short rung above the animalsâ€
We had an example of that right here, in this very capital city, Abuja, the seat of governance and law-making, the concourse of the democratic order. At fifty years old, let us learn to confront unpleasant Truths, or else admit to a chronic infantilism – yes, it was in this very city that a law-give who earns his salary, his extravagant allowances and other perquisites, his prestigious title and perhaps a brace of diplomatic passports that entitle him to protection in foreign lands in the name of our collective called nation, but one who clearly suffers from a psychiatric disorder that makes him prey on underage girl children – yes, it was right here that this individual had the temerity to declare that he was not bound by the laws of this land, that he was free to flout even the laws of other lands since his crime was not spelt out as such in his Scriptures. Trafficking in underage humanity across borders from a nation whose own laws forbid such conduct, he flung his defiance in the face of our own laws for the protection of the vulnerable, laws that obtain in both nations, and was applauded, it would appear, by a number of his own fellow law-givers in that chamber. Does anyone still think it a mere rhetorical question when we demand: ‘When is a nation?â€
By contrast, our paedophile continues to feed on the sweat of millions on whom he then spits, declaring as worthless the very instrument of association that makes him entitled to the same document of nation belonging as you and I carry. Well, it is time to decide who is right, to declare it openly through debate and a re-working of the articles of association. The current Attorney-General, responding to the demand that he prosecute the slave traficker, claims that his exalted office could not intervene, since this imported underage sex object was not a Nigerian citizen, therefore our rampaging law-maker had broken no law under which he could be tried! May one ask what that makes of the Nigerian passport if a Nigerian child is tortured by skinheads in some European racist enclave? We wait to see what the Bar Association, Body of Benchers etc. will eventually make of this national disgrace. For the moment, we the unlearned brothers call upon the learned to heed the words of the late Chief Justice of Nigeria, Justice Mohammed Bello as set down in his contribution to the Sharia Working Papers for Dialogue, 1999, then pronounce just which article of faith promotes the singularity of nation, and which the multiple and fragmented. Justice Belloâ€
The constitution under Section 1 provides that it is supreme and binding on all persons and authority, and if any law is inconsistent with the provisions of the Constitution, the Constitution shall prevail, and that other law shall, to the extent of its inconsistency, be void.â€
More on this and related pronouncements of the late Justice in another place, including what is known but kept secret of his ordeal at the hands of extremists after that reasoned declaration. We, who believe in the dignity and sanctity of the human entity, conscious of our responsibility towards the vulnerable of society, cannot permit ourselves to be shunted into a defensive or apologetic stance on account of the artificial lather of religious sensibilities worked up by hypocrites, least of all by compulsive paedophiles. But of course, we are notorious idlers whose sole preoccupation in life is to – heat up the polity!
Let us simply state this: it is either we belong in the ranks of the nation project, or we opt out totally. Opting out includes – let this be clear – conniving at acts and pronouncements that militate against the project – what we might categorize as crimes as against nationhood. Such crimes are enabled by acts of omission and neglect, the failure of the public in its seizure of citizenâ€
That nation accolade does not come with the ability to celebrate a golden anniversary, no matter what euphoria accompanies such a moment. Is it not an irony, when one is moved to deny oneself the right to be offended, the right to be aggrieved as a collective within which one takes his being? Therein lie oneâ€
Rebuttals, however unanswerable, only offer a fleeting reprieve, soon evaporated. My inner squirming is guaranteed when I see the sudden alertness on the face, and in the body language of the immigration or custom officer in other lands the moment he or she sets eye on the green booklet. Mind you, I do manage to retain my sense of humour when the Customs Officer, the green passport is in his hand, looks at me in disbelief: ‘Is that all your luggage? Only carry-on?â€
Not so funny however was when I am invited by the FBI to address them – as I was some years ago, in Atlanta, on the Nigerian rising profile in world criminality. At the time, they had just opened a special division for certain types of criminal activities. I was shown a departmental profile, widely distributed, of the kind of persona likely to be involved in a specific category of crimes – male, between twenty and thirty-five, and – a Nigerian. I was sufficiently intrigued by this negative recognition to consider accepting the invitation but declined, as my gorge rose and my innards became heated up – like the polity. You see, one is never completely immune from that instinct of nation solidarity that makes claims on one and makes defiantly flaunt your green booklet, come what may.
It would be unwise indeed to ignore, or understate the negativities, or fail to move beyond leadership into the led, those in whom we insist on vesting the rights of sovereignty. Every slaughter of innocents in the name of internal boundary disputes, of ethnic repression, of unacknowledged class warfare, but most especially of religion, a spiral of self-justifying homicidal recourse that pits community against community but finds expression in the decimation of oneâ€
Only two years ago, I held a press conference in Lagos, where I screened the scene of a fracas at a bus station in Mushin, involving some soldiers. In that scene, a soldier was shown coming out of a bus, a dagger in his hand dripping blood. That scene had been filmed by a member of the public whose apartment window overlooked the bus station. A few moments later, as the passengers in that bus ran helter-skelter, a blood-stained body was brought out of the bus. In that press conference, I openly challenged the Inspector-General of Police to explain to the nation what had happened in that bus, if the event ever came to his notice. The camera zoomed in on the face of that soldier, a face that would not require any effort to track down, seeing that we also provided details of the barracks from where he and fellow assailants had surged. I challenged the police, as well as the media, to pursue that case, providing all possible lead towards the identification of that murderer, handing over a copy of the CD to the then doyen of the press corps.
Till today, not one squeak from any direction. in Zaki Biam, the military lined up the inhabitants of an entire village – men, women and children of all ages – and mowed them down in cold blood in reprisal for an – admittedly – bestial assault on military personnel. As it happened, that village was the birthplace of yet another soldier, General Malu. Nothing came of that outrage. The Head of State was yet another soldier, a former colleague within that same military class. The military nation, it would appear, had also fragmented. So, let it be clearly understood. We do not limit ourselves here to clashes between ethnic or religious groupings. What the nation is confronted by is the solidarity of impunity. It cuts across all self-identified groups and classes within the entire society, making nonsense of the claim that we are all equal under the law, or bound together by one common set of protocols.
When, after crimes against humanity such as the nation experienced in Odi, Zaki Biam, etc, the response of a supposed Arbiter, Chief Security Officer, Commander-in-Chief and Head of State is: “well, if you provoke a soldier, you should expect the fall-out on your headâ€
What do we seek in a nation? Certainly an internal identity, a collective one, created through volition, not imposition. This is the basis of civic dignity to which other factors become contributive, including even the vagaries of the operations of the protocols that create that common civic identity. We know that some dictatorships can prove far more humane than what calls itself in operation, that indeed some so-called democracies are an abuse of the world even by the uttermost limits of elasticity. The operations are what the dynamics of co-existence entail, but first you must have the agreed basis from which the operations draw their authority. That basis is considered so crucial that sensible nations actually set up constitutional courts to assist with interpretation and thus enable its operations devoid of rancor or crisis.
So what is missing? What does one seek in such a foundation? I have participated in exercises that sought to give meaning to that ritualistic opening pronouncement, ‘We the People…â€
Let the objective therefore identify, dispassionately, those who are truthfully nation-builders and who the nation-wreckers. In between, you will find those who are neither, but admit to being nation skeptics. I find myself quite comfortable within that group for an unexceptionable reason. Such a tendency holds that you do not take ‘nationâ€
By Wole Soyinka