It is in this light that while we are postulating all manners of
avenues of ensuring the mode of our interactions, we, as Africans
have to rethink our ways. What do I mean by this? I feel proud that,
in spite of everything the African Americans, though sometimes
accused of their hyphenated identity rather than simply Americans,
has kept and internalized their Africanness, even if not their
Africanity, through the very designation of their identity, and even
rituals and spiritual idioms. Well, as part of these, we have a
Yoruba village in the heart of America, the Oyotunji village in
Carolina. Not so for many of my African brothers and sisters, who
are quick to discard their African identity at the slightest
opportunity, and paint Africa black in the mode of "African
pessimism." I was in a program with a Nigerian priest at an hospital
in Austin, Texas once. One of the nuns, a mean looking and ugly nun
of the Daughters of Charity, was picking on Nigeria and Nigerians,
though it looked like a joke it carried weight. Ths good priest,
older than myself, ordained since when I was about four years old,
denied he was Nigerian, he claimed he was Biafran- yet Biafra is not
on any modern map as a country! Also, though he is a naturalized
American citizen, he still carries a Nigerian passport, and cook
"okproko" (stock fish) in his kitchen! Truly, people are whoever they
are and want to be, but there is always a modicum of truth about who
we are not. This priest came to Nigeria and traveled the world with a
Nigerian passport prior to coming to America. He does not want to be
associated with Nigeria, or even Africa, as I got to know him more.
Yet, our brothers and sisters whose only identity with Africa is
their historical- often oral- imagination and cultural
identifications has retained "African" in their very identity.
Needless, to say that I was proud one day, at another hospital, where
I now work as a professional hospital chaplain. One day, some grade
school children during Christmas wanted to help a family. They
donated some items for a particular family having multiple issues
going on in their lives that particular christmas. But being a
Catholic school, they wanted a mass to be celebrated at the hospital.
I was called upon, and we did. It was a fantastic and moving
experience about how these little ones are committed to the ideal of
charity and generosity. I had them all introduced themselves, and
they made me introduced myself. At this event was the son of one of
the teachers, they were from South Africa. Least did I know that he
and the others were very attentive to details- and my accent not
withstanding. I incidentally met him and his mother on another
occassion during a casual visit to the hospital, and he remembered
vividly. Though Caucasian, these young boy of about nine told me
something that has left an impression on me till day, "You are Fr.
Anthony, you are African, so I am, I am African too, we are all
Africans." His Africanness means a lot to him, he could easily
refuse to identify with this aspect of his identity, but not my young
friend, he is truly, regardless of skin pigmentation, proud to be
African.
Thus, when it comes to the issue of our Africanity, it is painful
when we try to at times demean our very blood, regardless of the fact
that history has changed them, and some have multiple ancestry-
White, Indian, Black, and whatever. But by the definition of the
one-drop, many of these are blacks and lay claim to Africa, by their
very identity of African-American. Thus, when some African leaders,
especially President Olusegun Obasanjo, trivilizes the issues of
reparations at the South African conference on racism in 2001,
without seemingly understanding the emotional and political
constructs, he drove a knife into a matter that seems to have
preoccupied Black America. I mean, I am not necessarily an advocate
of this matter, but I am sympathetic to the rationale behind it.
Today, though reparations have not being paid, this agitation is
tormenting some corporate entities, in some states they are now
obliged to indicate their associations with slavery. Maybe, when this
is all done, we would be able to calculate somewhat the role of
African-American human labors in the making of America. But for an
African, who did not go through that experience, because of his role
as a leader of the most populous black nation on earth, to speak
arbitrarily on such salient issue, continues to reinforce certain
perceptions regarding the conscious role of Africans in the
enslavement process, when however, Obasanjo, an Egba, should have
known better about such phenomena in reshaping and altering the
contours of pre-colonial Yoruba political and historical landscape.
In spite, of the notations made about the awry level of relationship,
there have been remarkable partnership with Africa by African
Americans. Randall Johnson, for instance, in the dark days of
Nigerian dictatorship tried to lobby American law makers against the
regime, and was a force for the democratization of Nigerian from
military domination. Going back, Kwame Nkrumah, noted in his
autobiography of the African American landlady that was helpful to
him during his American sojourns. As noted Fela got his inspirations
from an African American friend of his, an inspiration that through
determination and hardwork, brought out the musical genuis in him.
"Aggrey of Africa" married an African-American woman and seems to
have maintained a very happy relationship until his death.
In spite of these, let us also beware of the attitudes some of us
have developed that led to further straining of relationship with
African American brothers and sisters. One of these is in the area of
"Green card marriages." Some of these marriages are entered in good
faith by African Americans, only to become end up, unmasked later
that while one party (often the African American) was fervent,
committed, it was a charade from the beginning, as it was merely done
to ensure certain agenda and benefits. Often, these "green card"
spouses (often the wives) are discarded and trashed as soon as the
agenda is achieved, and then the true bride the African girl or young
woman from the "sweet home Africa" becomes the "rosy" replacement.
Sometimes ago, I heard of the story of an immigration judge who is
very antagonistic against Nigerians, based upon her own history. She
had given her life to a Nigerian man, only to be used for green card
and later discarded with her children. The man did not want anything
to do with her and the children, calling her illiterate because she
was as uneducated as his new wife from his Nigerian village. This
became her motivation, painful as the situation, was, she put herself
through, struggled through it all into Law school, and rose to become
an immigration judge. Now, she is noted to be very antagonistic and
hard to Nigerian immigrants who appear before her. Not many African
Americans are able to achieve such feat, but their broken hearts, is
a cauldron of anger against Africans, and it seems Nigerians in
particular. Thus, while some get what they want, they leave imprints
that are dangerous to the erroneous perceptions of other hardworking,
loving, and caring African immigrants.
Therefore, there is more to the issue. African immigrants in their
privilege, as one of the highest educated class in America- though I
do not know if it often translates into economic heights, given the
enormous numbers of Nigerian and African cabbies that tell me they
have Master degrees or even PhDs- must also ensure to redress
structural and systemic imbalances that sanction injustices based on
ethnicity and geospatial identities within the black communities.
Hence, while it is laudable that African and Caribbean blacks, more
than native blacks are passing through the ivy leagues, we must
remember that the children of African immigrants born here are
becoming natives here, and so the pervading standard against the
native blacks might also lessen their live chances, if these issues
are not redressed by us, in our tower of present opportunities.