For so long I dreamed.
Of visiting Africa.
Merely in film.
To say that I was not narrow-minded.
And to honor the one friend I have ever known from that beautiful continent.
A native of Chad.
And a former resident of Côte d’Ivoire.
Because I love geography.
But, even more, I love people.
And I am pleased to report that this documentary, about ZIMBABWE, is a masterpiece.
Directed by a Dane (as in Denmark) by the name of Camilla Nielsson.
And currently available in the U.S. for streaming on Netflix.
It is a recursive process.
For so long I cried.
When I thought of slavery.
When I saw the beautiful face of a black man.
And the teeth with many gaps.
I now know.
I can say.
My dear friend.
You look like you may have come from Zimbabwe.
But recursion may become tiresome.
So we will plop with geography for a moment.
Sadly ignoring Chad and Ivory Coast for the time being, we must locate (firmly) Zimbabwe on a map.
Remove your sanctions.
Remove your sunshades.
Looks like South Africa (south)…and Botswana (west)…additionally Mozambique (east)…and gets hairy from there.
But you needs must only remember that the two Zs flock together: Zimbabwe and Zambia.
And so to the north (by way of northwest [not possible]) is Zambia.
And over Angola is Luanda.
You are really getting the hang of this 🙂
Have you thought about working for the State Department?
But wait…there’s less!
Just remember that Zimbabwe is southeast Afrique.
Not on the coast.
Have you ever heard the rot of colonialism?
Have you ever heard a landlocked brass band?
The pitiful, wailing clarinets…
Landlocked is potentially poverty.
At the mercy of your neighbors.
Over land. Over sea.
One. Two. If.
We must say it: MUGABE!
A big, fucking rockstar of totalitarianism.
Yes. His dictator shit!
As when the Dalai Lama was a boy.
And they kept his turds.
Because he was some kind of golden child.
But President Mugabe (since 1980) will forever have the ignominy of that desafinado military band behind him.
Celebrations like dirges.
Gloriously out of tune!
Nothing slight about it!!
And every head bows…and every knee genuflects in fealty.
A spry 93 years old.
And President of Zimbabwe for a mere 37 years.
He ain’t a king.
And worse: he’s only 4th on the list of usurping motherfuckers!
You’d have to go to shitholes like Angola (ahh, Luanda…), Cameroon, and the kicker (!) Equatorial Guinea to find jerks who have managed to outlast the black Hitler.
But I like Mugabe.
No, no…let me explain.
First: the guy does have a Hitler mustache. More or less.
But that’s not why I like him. I don’t dig Hitler.
Wait…do I like Mugabe?
Well, there’s a time and place for everything (and everyone).
As you watch Democrats (mercifully…for all involved…NOT about the U.S. Democratic Party), you might grow attached to the various fuckers involved.
But Third World lawyers.
Some sad shit…
But most importantly: brave, noble human beings.
You wanna see a real revolution?
Watch this film.
You wanna see some real sacrifices for democracy?
Watch this film.
To be sure…democracy is ugly!
And we Americans are the best at it.
Fight, fuck, kill…but more like lie, cheat, deceive…yeah.
Democracy brings out the worst in people.
But it arrives at the best result.
It’s a goddamned crucible.
Just to think…that the master copy of the Constitution of Zimbabwe (ostensibly the subject of this film) was on a fucking Dell laptop.
Right up the road from me.
In the Westerns…
Michael Dell’s Horatio Alger story…at UT-Austin.
Even closer to me.
So that we know that every scintilla–every Oxford comma was hacked by the CIA and/or NSA and known throughout the Five Eyes…even before the leaked hard copy hit newsstands in Harare.
I can never go back. Enough. TO give you a full telling.
I guess Paul Mangwana is still alive.
The character that grows on you.
From chuckling social engineer.
To political operative shitting his pants.
How do you say “damage control” in Shona?
And Susan Rice is a bitch.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Because Democrats so precisely parallels the recent U.S. election.
The drama. Allegations.
The swaggering strongman.
Yeah…Juan Williams would ride to town on that correlation.
So is Trump Mugabe?
And probably not ever.
But liberals will have a field day with this possibility.
Social justice warriors will mouth off like the surly reporter from South Africa.
What an asshole!
And so we sympathize with Mr. Mangwana.
What a precarious position he was put in!
To try and bring the illusion of constitutionality to the ZANU-PF party.
But wait a minute…wait a minute…you ain’t heard nothing yet!
Remember, remember…that a black leader can repress black people.
America thought it was fine and dandy…and candy-shop clean when it elected CIA agent Barack Obama.
That turned out to be a big mistake.
One doesn’t investigate one’s own employer pursuant to crimes against humanity (9/11) when such equates to biting the hand that feeds.
Obama lost control.
And tried to get a little African in his lame-duck months.
Yes…only democracy in the Middle East? Israel? You’ve got to be joking.
And Zimbabweans were so hopeful after the Mwangana/Mwonzora conclave wrapped up its two-year-overlong constitutional convention.
Got a little #MAGA in you?
Check out how a constitution is crafted.
If wasn’t all ass-kissing in Philadelphia.
Some genuinely contentious points.
And the Obamacare “Repeal and Replace” that just narrowly failed.
Think that wasn’t stressful?
Freedom Caucus gonna be outta jobs.
Saving their butts.
But I wouldn’t take their job for anything.
To be in that position.
We live a little while.
And then we die.
And so Camilla Nielsson deserves a Nobel (or at least a can of General Snus)…because she captured REAL, FUCKING LIFE here.
She doesn’t tell you what to think.
She says (in effect): “figure it out”.
Here’s the facts. Figure it out.
“I have seen what I have seen”, wrote Ezra Pound in his second Canto.
I can’t explain it.
Women making turkey noises.
Weird, macarena dances.
And a little boy gets beaten to death.
All to write a new constitution.
And Douglas Mwonzora is right: Mugabe is evil.
That is a totally valid perspective.
Having seen this film.
Never was anything decided on the basis of one source.
But circumstantial runs up against direct.
Very good, Eric Bolling!
And Tony Shaffer was better with MacGuffin.
But that’s just because this is Dossier du cinema.
Not cool enough for diacritics.
One final word…
Mugabe persists from the Soviet era.
Figure it out.
Is he a friend of NATO?
Do the geopolitical math.
Ruminate on AFRICOM.
Pound…was no patriot. Of his own country. In a traditional sense.
And the most I can bring you is this.
This attestation to genius.
The genius of Democrats by Camilla Nielsson.
And the sad face of former Prime Minister Morgan Tsvangirai…leader of the opposition MDC party.
Like his face had been bashed in few too many times.
And maybe we don’t wanna know.
But the cowed look says it all.
And Douglas Mwonzora risks it all.
Three days in jail without food or water. Plus another 18 days to make it a full three weeks.
That cool we see in Jafar Panahi.
You can jail me.
But you will have to thoroughly kill me.
To stop me.
From doing what I love.
Great ending: “You can jail me. But you will have to thoroughly kill me. To stop me. From doing what I love.”
Thank you, sir! –Paul