Africa addio Page #2
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- Year:
- 1966
- 122 min
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they killed 27 whites
and 5000 blacks.
Kenyatta announces that in addition to
the undying gratitude of the nation
the Mau Mau will be granted the lands
and houses of the white colonists
in which they carried out their deeds.
The whites are itching to get out.
The windows of real estate agencies
are covered with sale offers.
Easy payment terms seem absurd
to anyone who doesn't know how
Installments for up to 99 years.
Gloomy irony in the graphic composition,
desperate irony in the text of the ads.
Everything that belongs
to the white colonists is for sale.
Those with time turn to Indian merchants
to hold an auction in the garden
of everything accumulated by three
generations that cannot be carried away.
The Indians do a good business.
The new black bourgeoisie
spare no expense.
The ancient home is quickly emptied.
The family watches on the sidelines.
The seized houses, empty and silent,
await their new owners.
In the entire immense
East African territory
English colonial law
permitted whites to build a house
and acquire property
here and only here.
In two centuries, the new colonists
transformed it into an oasis of green.
The Africans learned to admire it,
then to desire it, and finally to claim it.
When the Golden Age is over,
the Plated Age begins.
In the highlands,
where 150 whites lived yesterday
the arid immensity of the Lowlands
to express the new spirit
of Uhuru only here
on these freshly seized fertile estates.
But on the whole, it can distribute
just one acre per family.
So this land that earlier was perhaps
too much for too few
becomes too little for too many.
Uhuru has nothing more to conquer.
Only the dead have remained
Now they, too, have to clear out.
The Indians have sold that off, too.
J. B. Johnson was the most famous
breeder of racehorses in the highlands.
He was killed by Kimathi's Mau Mau
on the steps of his farm.
These were his stables.
Before turning them over
to the new owners,
his sons chased out the horses
and set them free in the savanna.
Six months later, all the
"old land" horses are living in freedom.
But when the Africans surprise a herd
at the mouth of a narrow valley,
they're trapped inside
by the sound of shouts and old gas cans.
For the Africans, the horse is
Just like the whites,
it refuses contact with other species
and withdraws from
the contagion of mixture,
surrounding itself by an emptiness
that runs from itself to the horizon.
For the Africans,
the horse is physically racist.
It fears the black
and refuses to be ridden by him.
Without the presence of the whites,
its back is bare.
Its natural architecture is mutilated,
like an equestrian monument
from which the hero was toppled
by a sudden act of violence.
Like the white man, the horse is noble.
It has delicate skin.
It's sophisticated
in its choice of food.
Like the white man,
it is timid.
Just a little noise
will frighten it away.
Like the white man, the horse is useless.
All that it's good for is to be eaten.
The Boers are returning to South Africa.
They have revived the wagons on which
in search of a homeland.
They could have chosen
boats or airplanes
as the English did to return to Europe.
Instead, with controversial intentions,
and possessions on old wagons
from their wobbly epic and now move back
across 1000 miles of history.
The demonstration is hard and trying,
just like the entire destiny
of the Boer people.
Its meaning is tragic and precise.
The long African adventure is not over.
It starts here.
The old laws are no longer valid.
The new ones are yet to be written.
There's no one to protect the savanna
from vandals or hunters seeking meat.
For those who want to rob Africa
of all they can as quickly as possible,
If before it was absolutely forbidden for
Land Rovers to leave the roads or tracks,
now they enter the savanna with impunity
and wildly weave back and forth
among herds of elephants
and separate the mothers
from the babies.
Here's the quickest way to get
your hands on a little elephant today.
You exasperate the mother little
by little. You provoke her reaction.
Then you draw out her pursuit
as long as possible
giving the illusion
and when the poor beast
can't go on any longer
she'll be too far from her baby
to be able to defend it.
The price of a baby elephant
is around $3000...
assuming, of course, that it arrives
safe and sound to the ordering zoo.
The average is one out of ten.
The others don't survive
without their mother's milk.
But today,
Africa is an infinite reserve.
Where you can't go by foot,
you go by jeep
and where you can't go by jeep,
you go by helicopter.
Of all the types of safaris
that a hunter can choose from today
this is the quickest.
It's called
"elephant safari in a quarter hour."
The helicopter leaves from the
hotel terrace and drops the hunter here.
Then it goes to find the elephant
The hunter fires, usually poorly, but with
a caliber big enough to bag a dinosaur.
Then he finishes it off
at point-blank range.
Just enough time for a souvenir photo,
and then he's off.
In the absence of modern transport
and the power of guns,
the Africans make do with numbers.
Up to 10,000 of them gather together and
surround an area as large as a big city.
Then they squeeze the vice.
Across the great line
traced by the Zambezi
the Wildlife Society has established its
headquarters in an old abandoned farm.
It's a large organization supported
mostly by private Anglo-Saxon capital
and does what it can to save what it can
in the midst of so much disorder.
Every message received or sent by radio,
every motion of the rake on the
large table in the operations room
corresponds to a massive displacement
of animals in some remote area.
The goal of so much feverish activity is
to collect at least some of the animals
from the areas most infested
with poachers
and transport them to territories
that are safer and better controlled.
After millennia of fascinating silences,
mysterious habits,
pathways covered in obedience
to the orders of nature,
man has imposed upon African fauna
wild tourism by train, bus, plane
helicopter, and even balloon.
Operation Crocodile calls for the
transfer of all the reptiles in the park
away from the mouth of the Rovuma
that is infested with poachers.
The traps are set during low tide
and marked with colored balloons.
It's estimated that in these waters
more than 20,000 crocodiles
have been killed in the last six months.
The operation in progress
saves 82 of them.
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