Africa addio Page #3
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- 1966
- 122 min
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Animals injured by poachers are cared for
by the Wildlife Society's blood bank.
Teams of veterinarians and nurses
carry out tests, administer medicine,
check the temperature
of huge injured elephants,
and keep them happy
with several pounds of tranquilizers.
On February 18, 1964,
surveying an area on the coast of Kenya
and the Tanarive area
found the carcasses of
a full 750 elephants.
The poachers were surprised
by the helicopter
while they were still
cutting out the tusks.
They ran and hid among clumps of grass.
It was the first inspection operation
after more than a year of total anarchy.
The governments of Kenya,
Tanganyika and Uganda
following serious disorder
and the rebellion of the Armed Forces
urgently requested the return
of English troops.
The old laws that had lapsed
came back into force.
The former Anglo-Saxon administration
retook control of the game reserves.
A brief interlude of order was opened up
which, however, would be closed again
after only one month.
But the level of damage
suffered by the fauna is shocking.
the police capture 410 poachers.
The great massacre
comes to a standstill.
The police discover
hundreds of caches of ivory and furs
hidden in the underbrush
and dry stream beds.
The gangs of poachers
have used grenades
to kill over 300 young elephants
without tusks
just to get the tails
to make bracelets and necklaces
to sell to tourists for a few coins.
Large tents set up by police
house 82 tons of confiscated tusks.
An even more frightening number
if one considers
only one-fifth of slaughtered animals
are usually found
by the game warden patrols.
In a valley in Semliki,
the police find 2800 skins of zebra,
leopard, gazelle, lion and cheetah
that the poachers left to dry
in the sun.
The underbrush is strewn with carcasses
that foul the air
which the alarmed vandals
did not have time to skin.
In the ancient breeding grounds
that are the richest in the world
columns of acrid smoke now rise
and flames crackle at the pyres.
While the police chase the poachers,
other patrols comb the savanna
to aid the injured animals.
The initiative,
clearly based upon good intentions
is certainly not adequate
for the amount of damage and butchery.
Africa is afflicted by a hundred evils
and no one
vigorously combats their causes.
Only a few, here and there,
do their best to heal the effects.
There's nothing to do.
They won't give us permission to land.
We decide to try it anyway
on an old landing strip further north.
We're preceded by our sister plane,
rented by three German journalists.
We've flown here together
from Tanganyika.
Neither they nor we want to turn back
everything possible
to document the worst genocide
in the history of Africa.
It all started last night
backed by Russia
overthrew the thousand year old
government of the Sultan
and, naming himself
revolutionary general,
ordered the massacre of
the entire Arab population of Zanzibar.
All communications have been broken off.
The radio is silent
and the airports are closed.
The only way to know anything
about what's happening in Zanzibar
is to come in person,
as did we and our German colleagues
whom we glimpse for a moment as
they are hauled away by the insurgents.
For today, it's better to skip it.
That cloud of smoke down there
rising from the runway
is the Germans' airplane that's burning.
At least we know
there's no one on board.
We try again a day later, January 19,
with a helicopter.
We waive a red flag
to confuse the rebels.
They direct us toward
the interior of the island,
where it appears that during the night,
Okello has distributed 850 guns
that mysteriously arrived on the island
which the Africans
do not yet know how to use.
It's open hunting season for Arabs.
The propaganda tells the new generations
the Arabs are cursed slave traders
who sell Africans to slave merchants
along the coast.
It, of course, omitted that
this all happened ten centuries ago.
This footage
is the only existing documentation
of what happened in Zanzibar
between January 18 and 20, 1964.
Entire villages destroyed,
trucks filled with corpses,
testimony that's uncomfortable
and embarrassing for all...
spreading false promises,
fomenting a new African racism
and for those
hastily abandoning Africa to itself
in the false modesty
of antique colonialism
authorizing a new Africa
flooded with misery and blood.
Look at these images.
Look at them with pity.
But above all,
look at them with shame.
Endless lines of prisoners marching
toward the site of the massacre.
Hundreds of motionless Arabs,
waiting for death
wrapped in their white sheets,
already more similar to ghosts than men.
Muslim cemeteries transformed
into fields of imminent extermination.
Women and children
trembling under the threat of guns.
Enormous common graves
already half-filled with corpses.
Perhaps the most pitiless mass shooting
in the entire macabre anthology of death.
of entire villages.
The desperate boarding of boats
stuck in the sand at low tide.
The hopeless run
toward an impossible salvation.
Then, the day after.
These were the national parks
that the mystical
Anglo-Saxon love for animals
and regulations written with the fervor
of an inquisitor
had transformed into
real-life sanctuaries of nature.
Man, who in the text of the English law
protecting national parks
was classified
among the harmful animals
did not even have the right
to set one foot on this land.
He could walk around the edges
in absolute silence
under the watchful eyes
of the game warden
and in full respect of a code
that did not tolerate ignorance.
The most ancient Africa,
the Africa of great navigators
and great geographic discoveries,
is awaking from
a sleep of four centuries.
At the fortresses sown by Vasco de Gama
along the coast of Mozambique
nothing has passed
except for time.
The glory of past centuries puts up
a decrepit resistance against new times:
Battlements in ruins,
bastions eaten away by centuries
silent bronze cannons
and an act of faith
in humility and resignation.
Just on the other side of the walls,
in the invisible guerrilla camps
is the new reality
still draped with the morning fog
where the soldiers move hesitantly
like ghosts of the past.
Wherever man is present,
nature is silent.
The silence of the animals and birds is
the unequivocal sign of a human presence.
The rebels in Angola
avoid forests that are too quiet.
They know that Portuguese patrols
are inside them, lying in wait.
The cleverness almost always works.
Animals and guerrillas
rush to the call of the magnetic tape
and in one moment, the forest is
filled with life and death.
This is the destiny of a people
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