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The Political Thought of Patrice Lumumba* 109 it has, provided that it is repeated a thousand times, first by the chiefs, then the activists, and then, on the ground, by the rank and file. Lumumba was alone, absolutely alone. Each time the plane took off, silence would be restored in the small town he had just left, people returned to their immediate concerns, their prejudices, their tribal or socioprofessional groups; nothing remained, not even a seed in a heart. However, the tyrant circled in the air; when he landed, the poor white settlers insulted him; he had to accept the humiliating – and one suspects largely ineffectual – protection of the Belgian military, of the colonial troops whose action he had denounced in Parliament and whose expulsion from Africa by the UN he had demanded. He even tried to land in Katanga, but the Belgian officers who controlled the airfield informed him that they would arrest him as soon as he landed. Lumumba wanted to carry on regardless, but the Belgians – it was night-time – extinguished all the lights and blocked air-traffic control. He was dissuaded from what was little short of suicide. Finally, he gave up, the aeroplane climbed and circled. The free Congo was circling, a prisoner of the skies, being shifted from place to place like a game of pass the parcel. For at that moment, the Congo, centralized, united by independence, identified with Lumumba alone. Les jeux sont faits: the appeal to the United Nations; the dispatch of the Blue Berets; Kasavubu’s military coup; the pronunciamiento of Mobutu, that cop under Belgian orders who headed the Force Publique – that is, armed bands without pay who resorted to holding passers-by to ransom; Hammarskjöld’s abject partiality; the intrigues of Youlou who was manipulated by the French government. All these well-known episodes were nothing more than the stations of an inevitable Calvary. The Belgians, the French, the English, the large companies and Mr. H … had Lumumba murdered by their hired hands – Kasavubu, Mobutu, Tschombe, Munongo – while puritanical North America looked away to avoid seeing the blood. Why so much determination? Was it really necessary for neocolonialism to be established in the Congo by this blatant murder? This tall, thin, energetic black man, a tireless worker and a magnificent orator, had lost his power: the real fact of the atomization of the Congo, the indisputable result of 80 years of ‘paternalistic’ colonialism and six months of Machiavellianism, radically contradicted the prime minister’s Jacobin dream: he had lost his power except perhaps in Stanleyville, where, rather than supporters, he had a clientele. If he had gone there, what more could he have done than Gizenga, who, after some lightning victories, was betrayed a little later by his Chief of Staff, Lumumba’s uncle, who preferred the restored unity of the only effective power – the black army – to the unitarianism of the politicians. Imperialism does not care about human lives, but since it was assured of victory, could it not have spared itself the scandal? In truth it could not; that was the secret of this sordid trickery: Lumumba was the man of the transfer of power; immediately afterwards, he had to disappear. The reason was that, alive, he represented the rigorous rejection of the neocolonialist solution. This basically consists of buying the new masters, the bourgeoisie of the new countries, as classic colonialism bought the chiefs, the emirs, the sorcerers. Imperialism needs a governing class which is sufficiently aware of its precarious situation to link its class interests with those of the large Western companies. From this angle, the national Army, symbol to the naive of sovereignty, becomes the instrument of a twofold exploitation: that of the working classes by the ‘elite’ and, through them, that of the
Colonialism and Neocolonialism 110 blacks by Western capitalism. Loans and investments are made: the government of the independent nation is completely dependent on the Europeans and the Americans. This happened to Cuba in 1900 after a colonial war that it had won. The model still holds good: it is used every day. The aim is to reserve the same fate for the black continent as that of Latin America: weakness of central government, alliance of the bourgeoisie (or remaining feudal landowners) with the Army, a super-government of multi-national corporations. People are needed for this scam: in the Congo, it would be Kasavubu; his ambitions and his separatism – even if in the end he accepted a very loose federation – maintained the old discords sustained by the Belgian administration, and this time without the whites being suspected of having a hand in it. Ileo and Adoula were able to second him: their class awareness matched their appetites: protected by the Force Publique, they could be counted on to finish off the constitution and hasten the development of the new bourgeoisie. Until now, the évolués had been only salaried employees, recruited and trained by imperialism and convinced by their masters that their interests coincided with those of capital: now it was necessary to modify the Congolese economy, turn some salaried employees into little capitalists, maintain the rural feudal class, and allow the forces of concentration free rein, even in the countryside. That was the programme, that was the Congo of 1963; the subject of History between 1960 and 1961, today it is nothing more than the most passive of objects. The fate of Katanga was settled between Belgians, English, French, Americans, Rhodesians and white South Africans. The struggles, the uprisings, the war, the brusque and contradictory decisions of the UN were the effects and the signs of the bargaining which had taken place between the multi-national corporations, between the governments. If today everything seems to have been settled, if Katanga is returning to the Congo, it is because the United States has come to an agree-ment with the Belgians to exploit the Congo’s riches jointly through mixed companies – against Rhodesia and South Africa and against English and French designs. To perfect such delicate compromises, the first thing to be done was to exclude the Congo from debates and that came down to removing Lumumba. Alone and betrayed, he remained the abstract symbol of national unity; he was the Congo at the historic moment of the transfer of powers. Before him there had only been a colony, a jigsaw of dislocated empires; after him, all that remained was a torn country that would need more than a decade to achieve its national unity. As prime minister, Lumumba had lost his supports one after the other and in spite of himself became, by force of circumstances, the agent of a new separatism which called itself centralization. As a captive and alive, he might become overnight a principle, a rallying point. He continued to represent a political approach that he had been prevented from adopting, but which, at the new Government’s first failures, might appear to be an alternative political solution, one which had not been allowed to prove itself because it had not been given long enough, and which, if tried, could possibly turn out to be the only viable one. The mal-contents of the day before had united against him, those of the day after – doubtless the same – might rally round him. A prisoner who was once idolized by the crowds continues to be the naked possibility of praxis; his very existence transforms regrets into hope; because he remains faithful to his principles, they are much more than a purely theoretical view for new opponents; they are alive, they are current, humanized by the man who, as people know, is their guardian in
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The Political Thought of Patrice Lumumba* 109<br />
it has, provided that it is repeated a thousand times, first by the chiefs, then the activists,<br />
and then, on the ground, by the rank and file. Lumumba was alone, absolutely alone.<br />
Each time the plane took off, silence would be restored in the small town he had just left,<br />
people returned to their immediate concerns, their prejudices, their tribal or socioprofessional<br />
groups; nothing remained, not even a seed in a heart. However, the tyrant<br />
circled in the air; when he landed, the poor white settlers insulted him; he had to accept<br />
the humiliating – and one suspects largely ineffectual – protection of the Belgian military,<br />
of the colonial troops whose action he had denounced in Parliament and whose expulsion<br />
from Africa by the UN he had demanded. He even tried to land in Katanga, but the<br />
Belgian officers who controlled the airfield informed him that they would arrest him as<br />
soon as he landed. Lumumba wanted to carry on regardless, but the Belgians – it was<br />
night-time – extinguished all the lights and blocked air-traffic control. He was dissuaded<br />
from what was little short of suicide. Finally, he gave up, the aeroplane climbed and<br />
circled. The free Congo was circling, a prisoner of the skies, being shifted from place to<br />
place like a game of pass the parcel. For at that moment, the Congo, centralized, united<br />
by independence, identified with Lumumba alone. Les jeux sont faits: the appeal to the<br />
United Nations; the dispatch of the Blue Berets; Kasavubu’s military coup; the<br />
pronunciamiento of Mobutu, that cop under Belgian orders who headed the Force<br />
Publique – that is, armed bands without pay who resorted to holding passers-by to<br />
ransom; Hammarskjöld’s abject partiality; the intrigues of Youlou who was manipulated<br />
by the French government. All these well-known episodes were nothing more than the<br />
stations of an inevitable Calvary. The Belgians, the French, the English, the large<br />
companies and Mr. H … had Lumumba murdered by their hired hands – Kasavubu,<br />
Mobutu, Tschombe, Munongo – while puritanical North America looked away to avoid<br />
seeing the blood. Why so much determination? Was it really necessary for<br />
neocolonialism to be established in the Congo by this blatant murder? This tall, thin,<br />
energetic black man, a tireless worker and a magnificent orator, had lost his power: the<br />
real fact of the atomization of the Congo, the indisputable result of 80 years of<br />
‘paternalistic’ colonialism and six months of Machiavellianism, radically contradicted the<br />
prime minister’s Jacobin dream: he had lost his power except perhaps in Stanleyville,<br />
where, rather than supporters, he had a clientele. If he had gone there, what more could<br />
he have done than Gizenga, who, after some lightning victories, was betrayed a little later<br />
by his Chief of Staff, Lumumba’s uncle, who preferred the restored unity of the only<br />
effective power – the black army – to the unitarianism of the politicians. Imperialism<br />
does not care about human lives, but since it was assured of victory, could it not have<br />
spared itself the scandal? In truth it could not; that was the secret of this sordid trickery:<br />
Lumumba was the man of the transfer of power; immediately afterwards, he had to<br />
disappear.<br />
The reason was that, alive, he represented the rigorous rejection of the neocolonialist<br />
solution. This basically consists of buying the new masters, the bourgeoisie of the new<br />
countries, as classic colonialism bought the chiefs, the emirs, the sorcerers. Imperialism<br />
needs a governing class which is sufficiently aware of its precarious situation to link its<br />
class interests with those of the large Western companies. From this angle, the national<br />
Army, symbol to the naive of sovereignty, becomes the instrument of a twofold<br />
exploitation: that of the working classes by the ‘elite’ and, through them, that of the