By Fekade Shewakena
The harrowing experience of Ethiopians on the doomed Ethiopian airliner in the Mediterranean Sea last week, and the racist ways in which grieving Ethiopians who were trying to know the fate of their fellow Ethiopians on the plane were treated in Lebanon, could have been used to raise important questions and start a more important discussion. Sadly, it is being deflected in a useless direction – complaint about racism, anger at the wrong parties and a cyber-war or words with the wrong culprit. Frankly, I find the self deceptiveness and empty bravado and hypocrisy of my fellow Ethiopians more maddening than the racism and degrading treatment of Ethiopians in Lebanon which we know exists in the region all along. It is good to be angry and not unreasonable at all. But it will be a foolish exercise if we don’t know where to direct our rage to. In my view, this anger has to be directed primarily at ourselves for letting this to happen to us. If we think that this experience is an isolated case then we have closed our eyes. What has gone so wrong with our generation, the sons and daughters of a proud people, who throughout the ages fought hard to keep their pride and dignity and never let anybody look down on them? What the damn went wrong with us!
As we often do in many cases, we are taking our eyes off the big picture, completely failing to raise and answer the most important questions that we need to ask ourselves about our country and ourselves as a people. How and why have we ended up being subjected to this kind of humiliation and racism and how are we going to end it? How is it that the beacon of hope and freedom of black people around the world ended up making an industry out of exporting their beautiful children to slave labor in the Middle East at the turn of a new century?
To those of you who seemed to be angry by the racist treatment of our fellow Ethiopians, I have some more questions for you. What were you expecting a bunch of maidservants who live and work much like medieval slaves were going to be treated like in a country where most people only know them as domestic slaves? Do we expect them to read our history before they buy their slaves and be forced to care that we Ethiopians are a proud and dignified people with a along and proud history of not allowing ourselves to be looked down upon by anybody? Was this the only incident and instance that Ethiopians have been treated in inhuman, degrading and racist ways around the Middle East? Have you asked why even our Airline, Ethiopian, the island of modernity in Ethiopia that we are all proud of for its world class service and record, and frankly, one that dwarfs most Middle East carriers in every respect, couldn’t dodge the racism. Have you seen how minutes after the accident and before any evidence was available, the transport minister of Lebanon and their journalists blamed the accident on the pilot. And mind you, this is a terrorist infested area and the first eye witnesses were saying the plane went down in flames. You see, after all, Ethiopian Airlines is owned and operated by a country and people that dump their beautiful children as slaves in their countries to work seven days a week in the most dehumanizing conditions. So, what in the world have we expected them to treat us like other than in indignity?
There are many more questions that any Ethiopian worthy of self respect should ask. How many times have you heard epidemic levels of Ethiopian suicides in the Middle East? How many of us have heard Ethiopian girls throwing themselves from the top floors of buildings to end their misery in these countries? Haven’t you heard that the Ethiopian embassies in these countries routinely tell our slave sisters to go to hell whenever they ask for help? How many times have we heard that boatloads of Ethiopians travelling from Bosaso in Somaliland sink in the Red Sea while attempting to reach the cost of the Arabian Peninsula where they were treated like animals? Have you wondered why hours after the first boat capsized with all Ethiopians on board others keep riding the next ramshackle boat taking a chance on their lives? Haven’t we seen pictures of Ethiopian women beaten, sometimes even burnt by their masters in this region? How often have we heard women thrown into jail, or their passports confiscated and thrown out on the streets for voulchers to play with them? Have we not heard that many are often denied their slave salaries by their masters and thrown out on streets? Have we not heard that many dead Ethiopians are simply buried in the sands and vanish like the wind? How many of us have heard Ethiopian maidservants calling the voice of America or Ethiopian community radio stations in the West to tell us harrowing stories of mistreatment and racism pleading with us for help? An Ethiopian airline crew member I met recently told me that it is not unusual to travel from the Middle East to Addis Ababa with many young Ethiopian girls who suffer from extreme forms of depression and trauma, some who lost their minds and behave strangely. Yes, there is some awful thing happening to us as a people and we seem to be lost. If there is anything strange in this particular case, it is our attempt to treat it as an isolated case, a self deception that borders on stupidity. Rather than blame ourselves for letting this happen to us we tend to project it elsewhere.
The first job of any government anywhere is to protect its citizens, so we hear in nearly all countries. In that case we have no government. We have allowed robber barons to rule over us. The anger should be directed at us for letting our country be run by a slave trading oligarchy – the government of Meles Zenawi that turned selling young Ethiopian girls in the Middle East into a huge industry. I hear that this slave trade is now becoming one of Meles Zenawi’s most important hard currency earning businesses in the country.
From time to time I meet some pigs who feed at Meles Zenawi’s trough. They tell me something I already know very well. They tell me the economy in Ethiopia is growing. Nobody is contesting that other than the inflated statistics cooked-up in Meles Zenawi’s office for propaganda purposes. This is not even a secret. I have heard it from people who work on analyzing and reporting the data. These pigs, like any pig, hardly understand the meaning of economic growth and development as it relates to social welfare and how to measure it and account for the source of the growth and who benefits out of it. If they see buildings and asphalted roads and bridges and a few people in Addis Ababa and elsewhere striking it rich overnight, that’s it- economy is growing. They seem to have very little clue that the TPLF is expected to do something for a living or that it is supposed to show us something in the form of growth for being one of the world’s most important destinations of billions of dollars of foreign aid in the world and the huge remittance from millions of Ethiopians abroad, including from the slave labor its sells to the Middle East and the massive number of children it sells for adoption? By the way, have you stood by at major terminals of Ethiopian Airlines? The most common scene is a parade of people carrying small Ethiopian children. I once saw an old Ethiopian woman crying profusely at the site of the little children at Dulles Airport in Virginia. These adopters say they pay a fortune to Mr. Zenawi’s government to get these children. Did you hear that the government of Australia saw the obscenity and was forced to stop it recently? Is this a proud thing to do for a people and a country which boasts “unheard of” economic growth?
The naming of the Abay Bridge by Meles Zenawi is an interesting illustration of how Meles himself and the pigs at his trough perceive economic growth and development. According to the local media reported at the time of the inauguration of the bridge, Meles Zenawi named the bridge “Hidasse dildiy” – meaning the “bridge of renaissance.” What makes this interesting is that the construction of the bridge was 100% funded by the Japanese government! Silu semta doro tanqa motech!
Whatever its source, what is economic growth or development anyway if it is not meant to improve the life of people? Why is it that our loss of pride and dignity and humiliation so positively correlated with this reported growth? I mean, how is it that the more the country grows economically, the more people live in humiliation and desperation, and the number of the poor increases exponentially? Who is getting rich any way? What the pigs and the TPLF officials don’t tell you is that the number of the absolute poor and the perennially aid dependent population more than tripled since TPLF arrived in Addis Ababa almost two decades ago? Beggary is no more a humiliating exercise in Ethiopia. It used to be. If you happen to meet any of these pigs, or any of the government officials who brag about economic growth in Ethiopia, ask them to show you what the country manufactures and sells to the world other than good old coffee and other agricultural products that we began exporting a century ago. Ask them how many extractive industries like mining are operating.
And lo and behold, a slavery of epic proportions is hovering at your door steps. If you are not redirecting the anger and rise up to make changes as any people worthy of dignity and respect must do now, wait until the Middle East tycoons begin operating the land Meles Zenawi is selling them at bargain prices now. If you think the current land grab in Ethiopia is traditional investment and not colonialism, just wait until your relatives begin working in the Egyptian, Arabian and Asian plantations. I am not sure if it will be too late by then. If you are angry that you are despised outside of your country, you will see what it looks like when they come home to take the land our fathers fought hard to leave for us. But when are we going to say enough is enough! Ehhhhhhhhhhh!
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YOu hit the nail on the head. The truth of the matter is who send and keep them? what was done to solve the problem?
Woyane does not care as far as it gots money to feed its soldier and develope its “land -tigray”.
Let us face it. We Ethiopians like to pretend (GEBENA MEDEBEK , MASK TEBIK , JOLLY MEHONE etc). We like to pretend the unpleasant feelings in life donot exist in an Ethiopian life. We try a lot to act like we acieved our goal eventhough we are trying hard to acieve it. We are a bunch of actors that don’t want to face the reality that LIFE IS WHAT WE MADE IT. We blame , blame , blame and blame others while we still stay volunerable to whoever we blame. What is the solution? Beats me. The murderer turns into a genocider , the thief turns into a crime artist , the rich gets richer , the poor get poorer and the angry gets angrier while we keep doing our old ways of pretending and blaming.
Ato Fekade, I agree 100% with what you wrote. Our problem is sitting at Menelik Palace, the root cause of all the miseries you have listed. But what is the solution? How do we resolve it? My answer to that is “UNITY OF OUR PEOPLE”.
How are we going to arrive at unity from where we are now? Fragmented by tribalsm, ideology etc. Please I want to read your opinion on the current burning issue in our region ‘The UN Sanctions against Eritrea’and its potential effects ( positive and/or negative) to our country.’Afinchan Simetyt Ayn Yaleksal’yebalal.
Thank you
A brilliant article. Just a comment-the so-called ‘hidassie dildiye’ or renaissance bridge was not only 100% funded by the Japanese government, but also constructed by a Japanese company!
So that is our ‘wonderful’ version of renaissance!
You failed to mention that some Lebanese homes that housed those deceased maids have opened their doors to receive condolances after this tragedy..
Again, the real problem in this case lies in Ethiopia and should be solved there.
You are well versed and well education with common sense Fekade. I wish Ethiopia and many African countries have leaders who think like you.
If any leader starts thinking and acting the way you are the western countries do not like that and they try to defame the leader and hire some of their slave pigs to over throw or remove the invisinary leader.
So far the only leader who is standing his foot to the western slave owners is Isaias Afeworki. I with you meet him in person and share your ideas. Eritrea stopped sending maids to Middle eastern countries almost 15 years ago and it does not allow adoption of children by foreigners.
I used to hate Isaias because he separated Eritrea from us but now looking at his idealogy and leadership I am falling in love with him…….Africa needs courageous leaders like him.
Peace
Mengistu
Ato Fekade, Thank you for your post. I can not agree with you more, but you forgot one more issue. I feel the so called useless opposition ( almost all of them) share the blame with EPRDF. They have enabled EPRDF to continue to rule without serious challenge with their infighting, as far back as I can remember from the breakup of AAPO to Kinijit. everybody who listened to the weekend radio programs in DC should know about it. I say shame on them for squandering the precious lives of innocents who died in Addis at the hands of EPRDF. Until we get a party or individuals who are dedicated ( not running for personal gain) I do not see any chance the brutal EPRDF regime being toppled, surprise surprise!!! he is even readying the next generation of dictators to take over.
There! this is the kind of mentality I was looking for. I am so happy to find out there are people who can think deep and wise. It is also my beleif that we have to stop dressing up our gatherings with complaints no matter who or what. Can we embrace ourselves as individuals and think of what we can do/start as individuals. It starts from one. Let us stop even complaining about the body supposed to be responsible for taking care of all of us/Ethiopia. That body is what it is, we can not change that. Let us change ourselves and let the devil dance until that sure time comes when the dance stops and Ethiopia rise up again to regain the name she deserved, the treasure of what our great great grandparents fought for but destroyed by us all.
For my people
By Margaret Walker Alexander (1942)
For my people everywhere singing their slave songs repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an unseen power;
For my people lending their strength to the years, to the gone years and the nowyears and the maybe years, washing ironing cooking scrubbing sewing mending hoeing plowing digging planting pruning patching dragging along never gaining never reaping never knowing and never understanding;
For my playmates in the clay and dust and sand of Alabama backyards playing baptizing and preaching and doctor and jail and soldier and school and mama and cooking and playhouse and concert and store and hair and Miss Choomby and company;
For the cramped bewildered years we went to school to learn to know the reasons why and the answers to and the people who and the places where and the days when, in memory of the bitter hours when we discovered we were black and poor and small and different and nobody cared and nobody wondered and nobody understood;
For the boys and girls who grew in spite of these thing to be man and woman, to laugh and dance and sing and play and drink their wine and religion and success, to marry their playmates and bear children and then die of consumption and anemia and lynching;
For my people thronging 47th Street in Chicago and Lenox Avenue in New York and Rampart Street in New Orleans, lost disinherited dispossessed and happy people filling the cabarets and taverns and other people’s pockets needing bread and shoes and milk and land and money and something-something all our own;
For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing time being lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied and shackled and tangled among ourselves by the unseen creatures who tower over us omnisciently and laugh;
For my people blundering and groping and floundering in the dark of churches and schools and clubs and societies, associations and councils and committees and conventions, distressed and disturbed and deceived and devoured by money-hungry glory-craving leeches, preyed on by facilie force of state and fad and novelty, by false prophet and holy believer;
For my people standing trying to fashion a better way from confusion, from hypocrisy and misunderstanding, trying to fashion a world that will hold all the people, all the faces, all the dams and eves and their countless generations;
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace by written in the sky. Let a second generation fill of courage issue forth; let a people loving freedom come to growth. Let a beauty full of healing and strength of final clenching by the pulsing in our spirits and our blood. Let the martial songs by written, let the dirges disappear. Let a race of men now rise and take control.
http://www.hartford-hwp.com/archives/45a/354.html
Dear Fekade
First, thank you for an eloquent article. I stumbled on it while on a search for another topic.
Second, I want to apologize on behalf of my people of a racist way in which the Ethiopians were treated. Myself, I am Palestinian rather than Lebanese but that is close enough that I feel ashamed of whatever they did. Maybe as a Palestinian and our recent “trials and tribulations”, we are more sensitized to bad treatment but nonetheless, bad treatment is bad treatment. One should not need to get first degree burns to understand that first degree burns hurt really bad. I am really disappointed at my people in Lebanon, a good portion of whom are Orthodox Christians like most of the Ethiopians. I hope none of the Orthodox were involved in the negative and racist treatment. I am always very fond of Ethiopians and in our Church we have several families who are welcomed with open arms. We consider them our brothers and sisters and indeed you are.
I don’t know enough about what happened in Lebanon, but I can imagine it. You also need to be cautious that you don’t end up unintentionally doing what your eloquent article condemns. Please note that I am not doubting what happened in Lebanon, but i am sure that not everyone was involved and not everyone condoned. In fact like many situations, the silent majority is drowned by the noises of the few loud ones, and I suspect that also happened here
Thanks again for an eloquent and moving post. It is posts like this that give hope that even when all seems pretty dim, there is light at the end of the tunnel
Regards,
Simon