Q “What exactly goes on in the mind of a racist? Is it some sort of a hereditary condition?”
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In
the early 50s, my grandfather often took me on a bus ride in the city
of Nairobi. The central bus station at the time was called Hardinge
Street, and was located where the Hilton Hotel stands today. Kimathi
street is the old Hardinge Street.
Other than the fact
that the buses ran on a clearly stated time table, a number of things
are remarkable about the old City of Nairobi. The bus number seven took
us to King George Hospital VI, now Kenyatta National Hospital. The same
bus goes to Kenyatta National Hospital (KNH). Bus numbers have hardly
changed! The thing that has changed is that the buses no longer have a
time table, are bashed in all parts of the body and paint is peeling
off.
The seating arrangement has also changed and
passengers sit where they like. In my days with my grandfather, white
people sat at the front near the driver, and their seats had red
cushions. Indians and Arabs sat in the middle of the bus, and we the
Africans sat on wooden seats at the rear. Entry into the bus was
orderly. White people went through the front, black people through the
back. There was in other words, segregation of the people based only on
their race.
We, as the natives of Kenya, were treated as an inferior group
of people. White people were treated as a superior group only because
they were white. Our forefathers fought and won independence to stop
this segregation.
In 1964, the year after independence,
a number of boys (and girls) were, by order of the new independence
government, allowed into “European” schools. I was admitted to the
Delamare School, now the Upper Hill School.
Contrary to
what we had been told to expect, the European boys were just like us.
Some were clever, and many did not seem to understand what the teacher
was teaching. Within a few weeks of joining “their school”, we easily
beat them in maths and science.
By the second and third
term of Form One, we beat them in their own language — English! This
was a revolution in the country. Black boys were beating white boys in
their own language. The sports arena was even worse. Our boys excelled
in football, athletics and even rugby. Our world was on its head. Race
did not seem to confer any superiority (or inferiority) on the boys we
made contact with in school.
Our fathers had, during
the second World War made similar discoveries. In the trenches of the
war, white men felt cold (or hot) just like black people. When injured,
their blood was red just like ours, and when in pain, they cried. Our
fathers had not come across white men who died like us, or who had the
need to use the toilet. The white man had lived on a pedestal. During
the war he became a man. The myth of the white man being similar to God
died in the trenches of Burma and Abyssinia (Ethiopia).
Although
the independence movement had started in the 20s in the hands of men
like Jomo Kenyatta, it went into full throttle when Africans came back
from the war to tell the tales of the weakness of white men in the
battlefield. Kenyans knew they could defeat the white man.
On
August 28, 1963, a few months before our independence, Martin Luther
King Jnr. delivered his famous speech titled “I have a dream”. For the
American people, that dream became a reality in 2008, when a young man
with Kenyan roots became the President of the US.
Barack
Obama represented the end of racist practices in the US, and perhaps
the rest of the world. That was hope. The reality is different in the
US, and other parts of the “free” world.
The number of
people in prison in America reflects this reality. More blacks are in
prison than one would expect from their population. Access to
healthcare, education and employment is skewed against the same people. A
similar story can be told in South Africa, many years after Nelson
Mandela was set free.
So, what drives this racist type of behaviour?
We
could have asked Adolf Hitler who killed six million Jewish people. Is
it fear, need to dominate, paranoia or simply human greed? The jury is
still out. Time and distance don’t seem to give us any easy answers.
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