Saturday 27 February 2010

ABACHA'S LOOTOCRACY


How the grand lootocracy beggared Nigeria`s people
By CAMERON DUODU
The [London] Observer
November 22, 1998


The scale of Sani Abacha`s theft from his country is so staggering that Africans had to invent a new word to describe it, Cameron Duodu reports....


Abacha Sani Abacha

A-butcher of Abuja

In life you were an autocrat

In death you've become a lootocrat

No wonder Kama Sutra

Led you into reciting death's mantra!

Ho! -- how deadly for you was Viagra!

(Copyright Cameron Duodu 1998)


FIVE months after the death of Nigeria`s military dictator, General Sani Abacha, the amount of money revealed to have been stolen by him and his family has become so staggering that his name now stinks more richly even than that of Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire (now the Democratic Republic of Congo).


Mobutu hid all his stolen money in secret bank accounts abroad, but the Abacha family trusted in ready cash. According to the government that took over from him on 8 June, [1998] no less than $750m in foreign currency has been retrieved from the family [inside Nigeria].


As a result, Abacha is already being commemorated in songs of abuse such as the one quoted above. The reference to the `Kama Sutra` alludes to reports that Abacha met his end during an overzealous tryst with two Indian courtesans, and that he had imported Viagra pills for the occasion.


Abacha`s wife, Maryam, [it is being inferred] was more interested in making money. A few weeks after his death, she was stopped at Kano airport trying to leave Nigeria for Saudi Arabia `to rest` after the ordeal of her husband`s funeral. She was carrying 38 suitcases!


As a Muslim woman, she would have been expected to go into purdah when she arrived in Saudi Arabia. So the amount of luggage she was carrying for such an austere rite aroused suspicion. The suitcases were seized and found to be stuffed full of -- foreign currency.


One of Abacha`s sons was also caught with about $100m on him. During his father`s reign, the young man drove two differently coloured Ferraris cars - despite the `go slow` (traffic jams) in Lagos and most other Nigerian cities.


A further two to three billion dollars are estimated to be in the hands of Abacha`s foreign frontmen. Abacha utilised the services of Lebanese merchants, particularly the Chagoury brothers, for his overseas financial operations.


The Washington Post reported on 22 November last year [1997] that Gilbert Chagoury made `a contribution of $460,000` to 'Vote Now 96', an organisation closely associated with the Democratic National Committee in the United States. As a result, Chagoury was able to `attend a White House holiday dinner with President Clinton` in 1997 for 250 top Democratic National Committee donors, although Chagoury was `not a party contributor and could not legally give to the Democrats`.


Mallam Mohammed Haruna, chief press officer for the new head of state, General Abdulsalami Abubakar, told reporters in Abuja that full-scale investigations are going ahead to try to locate any of Abacha`s money that is hidden abroad.


His greed has added a word to the African political dictionary - lootocracy. Abacha deliberately starved Nigeria`s two oil refineries of the funds they needed to stay operational. As a result - and even though it is one of the world`s most important oil-producing countries - Nigeria regularly ran short of petrol. Abacha would wait for riots at petrol stations, and then give licences to his business cronies to import refined fuel into the country. They could charge whatever they liked because of the `short notice` they had been given [and the rowdy scenes at petrol stations that deterred all but the brave from going to buy petrol].


The recovery of the $750m from the Abacha family was made possible by the squealing of Abacha`s former [national] security adviser, Ishmael Gwarzo. Gwarzo himself has also handed over $250m, which he had withdrawn a few days before Abacha died.


The money was to have been taken to a conference of the Organisation of African Unity, to be distributed to African heads of state [whom] Abacha wanted to influence.


Newspaper reports in Nigeria have forced Ghana`s president, Jerry Rawlings, to deny that Abacha gave him $5m through Gwarzo in November 1996, an election year [in Ghana.]


Abacha wanted him [Rawlings] to win so that he could continue to plead Abacha`s cause in the Commonwealth and oppose Nigeria`s expulsion, after Abacha`s brutal execution of the Ogoni writer, Ken Saro-Wiwa and eight other Ogoni environmental activists on 10 November 1995.


Another West African president whose electioneering was bankrolled by Abacha is said to be President Matthieu Kerekou of Benin.


In providing information to the new authorities, Gwarzo is trying to protect himself, for he, too, is no novice in the lootocratic stakes. According to [General] Abubakar`s chief press officer, Gwarzo owns `a total of 28` choice properties in the federal capital, Abuja.


Gwarzo was also found to own 16 trailers which were filled with fertiliser - a commodity that is always in short supply in Nigeria. He has since been placed under house arrest.

Wednesday 24 February 2010

BRITISH MUSEUM TO EXHIBIT IFE ART by CAMERON DUODU

BRITISH MUSEUM'S INCREDIBLE IFE ART EXIBITION
By CAMERON DUODU

On 4 March 2010, one of the marvels that make up life in London will stun us:
the British Museum is mounting an exhibition of Ife sculpture -- brass, copper and terra cotta.


Pictures of some of the work I have seen indicate that it's going to be a feast for the eyes of all Africans and lovers of African art. The faces look out at you like they were sculpted only yesterday, not in the 13th and 14th centuries. They are much alive that they make you forget the art and concentrate on the people the art portrays, instead. It's a wonderful feeling: these were superb artists by any stretch of the imagination.

The London Guardian has admirably brought some of the pictures together on its website:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2010/feb/26/kingdom-of-ife-british-museum-review

The accompanying article does its best to tell readers that these artists were as good as the Greeks and the Romans and so on. For me, these comparisons are de trop. Let people see them and think what they want to think. Anyone who needs to have such works of art to be interpreted for them through references and comparisons to European art, is already a dead soul. An intelligent African need not be too "touchy" to see the subtext: "Hey, this is good art, you know. If you thought Africans did not have art, you are wrong. Pay attention."

Well, my only concern is that such an exhibition cannot be seen across the length and breadth of Africa. I would like those who call themselves "Afro-pessimists", in particular to look on these works and marvel -- as Ozymandias would say. Whilst the European missionaries, explorers and colonial officials were busy libelling Africans as "brutes" who cannot engage in contemplation (Lord Lugard) they were nevertheless pillaging the art work of the "brutes" mercilessly.

I saw my first Asante gold death mask at the Los Angeles Museum of Primitive (sic) Art. And it was at the Royal Academy in Piccadily that I saw the full magnificence of Asante goldsmithy
in an exhibition called "Asante kingdom of Gold".

But the mother of all African exhibitions was AFRICA, THE ART OF A CONTINENT -- which brought together, art works from the entire continent of Africa. I loved it, but thought: "If a Briton reads about Constable, he can go and see his work somewhere in Britain. If a Dutchman become interested in Rembrandt, no problem he would trot off to the Rikjsmuseum in Amsterdam to see Rembrandt as alive now,through his work, as he ever was. The Spaniard can see Goya and Picasso's work -- in Spain. But a Nigerian would have come to this exhibition in London to fully grasp what Ife represents in world art terms. Just as it was London that taught me about "Asante kingdom of Gold."
The question is: Why?

cycling the world

CYCLING THE WORLD by CAMERON DUODU.
Quote: Mike Roots began cycling the world in 1996 and 80,000 miles later, he is still in his front room as he thinks roads are too dangerous. The former economics teacher, 67, rides his exercise bike while plotting his trip on maps. “I am currently in Argentina, and I have a fair way to go,” said Mr Roots, who has lost five stone.(The London Times) SOURCE: This England (The New Statesman 22 February 2010) Unquote

Now, here is a man after own heart. At least he does cycle a lot. Me? I’m always getting off the exercise bike because the background music is not quite right; or I didn‘t take my pill last night and my high blood pressure might cause my heart to stop beating if it races too hard (remember Isaac Hayes died while exercising on his machine, huh?); or my belt is not properly fastened; or my socks aren’t thick enough and my feet are hurting; or one of my sandals is pinching my big toe; or the machine is making quite a bit of noise and it may carry into my next-door-neighbour’s bedroom and disturb him, though it‘s only 7.30 pm; or I must get of because my mind is full of better things I ought to get off to go and do right now!

dennis brutus obituary by cameron duodu

Dennis Brutus obituary
South African writer, poet and campaigner against apartheid



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Cameron Duodu
guardian.co.uk, Tuesday 23 February 2010 18.01 GMT
Article history

Brutus remained an activist well after the fall of his country's racist system. Photograph: Anonymous/AP
Dennis Brutus, the poet and anti-apartheid activist, who has died aged 85, had no business reaching that ripe old age. In 1963, he was shot in the back at point-blank range in broad daylight by a white policeman in the streets of Johannesburg.
Brutus told me later in an interview for South Magazine that he did not realise, at first, that he had been shot. He was in the hands of the authorities after trying to flee South Africa via the Mozambique border, where he had been caught by Portuguese secret police and handed back. In Johannesburg, he saw a chance to make a run for it and took it. "I think the policeman deliberately left me unguarded, in the hope that I would try to run away," he said. "I did. And he shot me."
Brutus felt warm blood trickling down his leg. At the same time, he began to lose strength. He fell down "just outside the Anglo-American building" and lay there, bleeding, for more than half an hour. The police said they were waiting for an ambulance "that carried blacks", because all those available were for "whites only".
He later mused: "I was lying there in the plain view of all those corporation types, busy carrying on amassing wealth from the gold dug out of the bowels of my country. One look out of the window must have enabled them to see that a fellow human being's life was ebbing away a few yards from them. But nothing happened. It was business as usual."
By some miracle, Brutus survived. He was charged with breaking a "banning order" imposed on him in 1961, and sentenced to 18 months' imprisonment. He served his time at Robben Island, where his cell was next to that of Nelson Mandela, with whom he broke many a rock.
It was sport that had propelled Brutus into politics and nearly ended his life prematurely. He was born in Salisbury (now Harare, capital of Zimbabwe), but his South African parents, who were teachers, returned home when Brutus was five. Educated in Port Elizabeth, he entered Fort Hare University on a full scholarship in 1940, graduating with a distinction in English. He also enrolled at Witwatersrand University to read law, but imprisonment put an end to that.
While working as a teacher, Brutus noticed with repugnance that non-white sportsmen were being denied national recognition, even when they were better than the lionised whites. He began to work against this through the Teachers' League and later, the South African Sports Association, which he co-founded in 1959. Undaunted by his initial failure to make an impact, Brutus helped to set up the South African Non-Racial Olympic Committee (San-Roc) in 1962 and, as its first president, got South Africa excluded from the 1968 Mexico Olympics and expelled from the Olympic movement altogether two years later.
But by that time, Brutus, like other campaigners, had been arrested and jailed, then banned from engaging in political work. He was forced into exile in 1966, and spent four years in London working for the International Defence and Aid Fund. In 1971, he left for Northwestern University at Evanston, Illinois, in the US, then went to Pittsburgh University as chair of the department of African studies (1975-78).
Brutus continued his anti-apartheid activities in the US and, when the Reagan administration – which was extremely sympathetic to the apartheid regime in South Africa – took office, it began proceedings to deport Brutus. But a Dennis Brutus Defence Committee was formed, which tirelessly solicited protest letters to the US administration from, among others, speaker Tip O'Neill of the US House of Representatives and at least one senator, as well as the Guild of Writers. On 7 September 1983, the deportation was quashed.
A dozen collections of his poetry were published, starting with Sirens, Knuckles, Boots in 1963, while he was still in prison. Somehow We Survive, which provided the title for a 1982 anthology, makes a characteristic link between the political and the personal: "All our land is scarred with terror, rendered unlovely and unlovable; sundered are we and all our passionate surrender / but somehow tenderness survives."
Brutus revisited South Africa in the 1990s, and spent his final years there. However, those in charge of the South African Hall of Fame made a huge mistake when they tried to add him to their roll of honour. As he put it: "I cannot be party to an event where unapologetic racists [who belong in a hall of infamy] are also honoured . . . It is incompatible to have those who championed racist sport alongside its genuine victims."
Brutus married May Jaggers in 1950. She and their eight children survive him.
• Dennis Vincent Brutus, poet, political activist and sports organiser, born 28 November 1924; died 26 December 2009

Tuesday 23 February 2010

a 'revelation' for president john atta mills

A 'REVELATION' FOR PRESIDENT JOHN ATTA MILLS

By CAMERON DUODU


Your Excellency President John Atta Mills,

It having pleased Our Lord Almighty to reveal unto thee in a dream, the true meaning of “Separate unto me Barabbas…”, but thy intentions having been entwined in the different strands of wires that encompass thy National Democratic Party administration, I do hereby now, of mine own accord, dispatch unto thee this epistle, which is the distilled version of the admixtured potion that I would have administered into thy cranial vessel, had I been permitted to 'think-tank' with the others at blessed Akosombo Hotel these past few days.

Believe me I am not attracted to the place merely because of the enormous tilapias and fresh-water prawns that its kitchen can dispense. No -- my first and foremost concern would have been to ensure that you understood that unless thou eliminate from thy followers, the notion that “It is our turn to eat”, and therefore anything goes, thy sleepless nights will have been endured in vain, and thy physical discomforts shall be as sweet-smelling as a bed of roses, compared to the spiritual torture that thou shalt endure hereafter.

“It is our turn to eat” doth not know the crappy project; it doth not seek out fruit-yielding indicators. It careth not for pre-feasibility; it abhorreth not duplication. Its criteria are: what percentages doth the project deliver; where will its procurements be sourced; are variation orders built therein; is the ‘invisibility’ to be trusted; can silence be enforced against ‘white-mailers’.

Yet, as thou knoweth, the earth is into a recession spiralled; a depression doth show his face round the corner, awaiting its chance to pounce on the unwary. The wealthy Lehman Brothers is no more; AIG’s tentacles are good only for Federal monetary transfusion; Freddie and Fanny incest do commit in the boudoir of the threshing machine; and HBOS hath capped the knees of Lloyds Bank of London. Yea -- how are the mighty fallen!

Now, if these green bay trees no longer the winds' buffets can bear, what shalt be done unto deadwood, which produceth not what it eateth, but exporteth it abroad, unto counter-parties, whose pockets do now exude the odour of toxic bonds? Verily, verily I say unto thee: when the abomination of desolation showeth his face, as now, then unless thou doth husband thy nation’s resources -- cash, men, women, adolescents -- to till the land well until it yieldeth forth plantain, cocoyam, yam, cassava, maize, rice, millet, banana, oil palm, groundnuts and beans; unless thou resurrect the rivers and the streams of the land by scientific desilting, and planting of trees along their banks, so that they can once again be enabled to bring forth tons of fish; if thou doth not learn from Joseph’s methods in Egypt to not waste the harvests of the land, but to store them safely till they be bought; thine fate shall be as that of Nero the villain, who was cursed to fiddle whilst Rome burnt.

Verily, verily I say unto thee: The Lord thy God hath given thee land of great fertility; yet thou importeth food from dust bowls abroad, where thought hath been employed to cultivate even inferior land, till it cedeth forth seeds of growth. Wherefore art thy people hungrier than those of Israel? Or of South Korea? Of Malaysia and indeed, Singapore? Think-- what would happen if the Japanese had as much “waste” land as thyself….!

Arise, therefore, and gird thy loins, oh Mills. Prioritise the use of the land. Build unto thee small dams to water the ground and plant thereon, pepper, garden eggs, tomatoes, cabbage, cauliflower and what vegetables the land will accept. And irrigate also on a large scale. Ask China how 'twas done on the banks of the Yangtse. Resurrect Dawhenya. Don’t let the sea swallow the Volta for nothing. Create new waterways along the river routes to the sea and turn the deltas into oases of greenery -- just as the people of Egypt did in those ancient times long ago, and have continued to do even unto this day, despite the plagues they did suffer, for not letting my people go in time. Dust off the ‘Operation Feed Yourself plans.’ Seek knowledge wherever it may be found and apply it with any means available.

Cut thyself off from dependence on raw materials. Save each year a fraction of income from cocoa and begin to build a huge chocolate manufacturing plant. Ask thy statisticians to compile figures of the meagre amounts your cocoa crop receives, as a contrast to the earnings of the chocolate makers in Europe and America. Add the earnings of the hedge fund operators; the short sellers; the entire spectrum of speculator brethren. Also compile figures of the enormous cost incurred in shipping raw cocoa and unprocessed timber logs. Take the figures to the G8 and the WTO. Convict them of sin. Verily, verily I say unto thee, just as Ruth pleaded with Boaz and was not denied, and Moses changed Pharaoh’s evil mind many a time, so wilt thou be helped to pluck thy people out of their economic morass, unto self-generating takeoff, to land on a level playing field, where the goalposts shall not be moved against thee, even as thou squareth up to score.

Educate thy children well, oh Mills. Stuff not your ears when experts tell thee a system will short-change them, or that another will produce illiterate graduates. Thou wast thyself a teacher; sift what was good from what was chaff when thou wast in it and apply the good to thy situation.

Thou hast travelled -- to Canada, to England. Let thy mind remember what impressed thee most and apply it to thy home. It was never a shame to adopt and adapt the good practices of others. The Greeks learnt from the Egyptians and the Babylonians; and the Romans learnt from the Greeks. Each boat that landed on foreign shores gave something new to the people it found and took something from them. Thus it has ever been and thus it shall ever be. So go for it, oh Mills.

Finally, remember, oh Mills, that the Lord thy God is pure and keen on cleansing, and doth hate filth, dust and dirt. Make thy streets and thy gutters clean so that thy people may walk on the sidewalks without holding handkerchiefs to their noses. Create sidewalks where there be none.

Plant trees along thy boulevards, so that children and the old may find somewhere to rest when they walk in the hot sun. Create parks where people may just safely sit and dream. Give them clean toilets where they may relieve themselves. Build houses for the poor and turn the slums into nicely planned estates.

Trust the people, oh Mills. Always tell them the truth, embarrassing though it may be, and avoid spinning like Kwaku Anase. For Ananse's spinning is self-defeating and ends in disgrace, which makes him to hide in the ceiling. Give the people the means -- cement, building materials, expert advice -- and they will do everything for themselves. For who desireth to live in surroundings where houses are so packed together that no air can blow between them? Where shacks of rusted corrugated iron and cardboard, pass for homes, and privacy is sacrificed on the altars of convenience and, or profit?

I end here, with greetings to thee and all those who honestly toil to help thee.

May your mind be opened and kept open; may your safety be assured against ambitious villains who see in thee an instrument for obtaining power and ill-gotten wealth. May thy health be preserved so that thy work may progress. Be thou the avenue for binding our ethnic wounds and marching us forward to the goal of national advancement. May God bless you.

Yours truly -- “Yours Truly“!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘GDP’ STATISTICS ARE ‘A SWINDLE’ By CAMERON DUODU




Dr Joseph Stiglitz, Professor of economics at Columbia University, is one of the most influential economists of the 20th and 21st centuries. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for economics in 2001 -- which about says all there is to say about the respect in which he is held by his peers. But more important, he has had a ringside seat to assessments of the economies of most countries in the world. For he is a former Senior Vice President and Chief Economist of the World Bank.

The best thing I like about him is that he is relatively accessible. Whether he has read the late British philosopher, Bertrand Russell, or not, is not known to me. But he seems to follow Russell’s advice about writing clearly, which is that one must first write an “academic” book which few people -- or preferably no-one -- can understand. Then one must use the ability to write densely as a licence to write so clearly and simply that even a child can understand what one is saying. Thus, although Bertrand Russell’s subject was an abstruse one -- philosophy and the principles of mathematics -- he wrote books that sold in their hundreds of thousands.

Similarly, Stiglitz, in many of the articles of his that I have seen, eschews the jargon in which a great deal of the discussion on the economy of the world currently takes place. This jargon makes sure that ordinary folks hardly understand anything that economists say. Economists resort to that tactic because economics affects the lives of all of us, and if it was discussed in simple terms, we would all understand it and probably engage in never-ending demonstrations of one type or another, against ‘The Establishment’ or the powers that be (wherever we happen to live).

We would know that our governments constantly make the wrong choices when it comes to spending our tax money. We would question everything the Ghana government, for instance, said -- from why there are occasional shortages of petrol in Ghana (even though there is always enough foreign exchange to send huge delegations to conferences abroad); how much the Tema Oil Refinery owes and why; to why the government keeps insisting that the economy “grew” by so much percent last year (even though we know that some people who were employed last year are now unemployed, and that certain things whose prices we could afford last year have now so shot up in price that they have fled from our reach.) As write right now, I know a young friend of mine who is worried sick about hw to pay his Uni” (University to you and me) fees. When I was his age, people were paid allowances while they were t “Uni”. They are charging him now, and yet if you look at the GDP [Gross domestic Product] figures of Ghana and say, the 1960’s, you will find that the figures have quadrupled or quintupled or whatever.

Well, now, Professor Joseph Stiglitz has given the economists’ game away. Writing on the London Guardian’s website, Prof Stiglitz asks: “Striving to revive the world economy while simultaneously responding to the global climate crisis has raised a knotty question: are statistics giving us the right signals about what to do?”

He explains that “in our performance-oriented world, measurement issues have taken on increased importance:.” He adds: “what we measure affects what we do.”

Stiglitz outlines a frightening scenario: if we have poor measurements, what we strive to do (say, increase GDP) “may actually contribute to a worsening of living standards.”

Why do I say that this is a “frightening scenario”? The answer is that as long as I can remember, GDP growth has been held up by economists as the single most important sign that a country’s economy is “improving”. That is why the NPP and the NDC have been quarrelling, in recent months, about whether the economy of Ghana achieved a GDP growth of x percent in previous years or y percent. But Stiglitz shows that it is a time-wasting argument. The really important questions are not being asked at all.

Until Stiglitz came out with his near-revolutionary concept, all arguments about a country’s economic performance were supposed to be closed by the GDP growth figure. If it was high, then the country was ok. If the growth rate was low, then the country was in the doldrums. If calamity happened and the economy achieved zero growth, or even negative growth, then it was time to put our hands to our heads and wail aloud. I have always questioned this in my mind. When I used to visit Eastern Europe and China in the days of communism, they used to trot up enormous figures of GDP growth and the growth of other areas of production. But I always had to carry toothpaste and soap with me because what they were producing was crap. Ghanaian students who could travel to West Berlin and bring back ladies tights and Marks and Spencer bras and undies could get under the skirt of many of the beautiful girls there. No wonder some of them used to get beaten up regularly by the young men in their host countries.

Well, now, Stiglitz assets with all his authority that the pursuit of GDP growth may result in our being “confronted with false choices, seeing trade-offs between output and environmental protection that don't exist. By contrast, a better measure of economic performance might show that steps taken to improve the environment are good for the economy. The big question is whether GDP provides a good measure of living standards“ (he adds). “In many cases, GDP statistics seem to suggest that the economy is doing far better than most citizens' own perceptions..”

I never” I really didn’t expect to hear a professional economist admit that citizens’ own perceptions of how the economy is working are a valid way of determining whether the economy is performing well or not! The economists always said it was up to the government to decide for us whether the country should buy guns ior butter but that we could never have both! And it is not just an ordinary economist who is admitting it, but one who has won the Nobel Prize for economics.

What this means is that the World Bank and the IMF in particular, whose monetarist reports on countries’ economies have assumed holy writ, must go back to the drawing board. For as long as one can remember, they have held up GDP growth as the be-all and end-all of economic performance. They owe a lot of countries an apology for leading them up a garden path. Structural adjustment, in particular, has been forced down the throats of many countries, with a view to helping them achieve GDP growth. But it was a half-mirage, at the very least. We ended up doubling or trebling our external debts, and paying beyond the norm for our imports, what with the devaluations we were made to endure.

Listen to more of what Stiglitz has to say:

“The focus on GDP creates conflicts: political leaders are told to maximise it, but citizens also demand that attention be paid to enhancing security, reducing air, water, and noise pollution, and so forth – all of which might lower GDP growth. The fact that GDP may be a poor measure of well-being, or even of market activity, has, of course, long been recognised. But changes in society and the economy may have heightened the problems, at the same time that advances in economics and statistical techniques may have provided opportunities to improve our metrics.

“For example, while GDP is supposed to measure the value of output of goods and services, in one key sector – government – we typically have no way of doing it, so we often measure the output simply by the inputs. If government spends more – even if inefficiently – output goes up. In the last 60 years, the share of government output in GDP has increased from 21.4% to 38.6% in the US, from 27.6% to 52.7% in France, from 34.2% to 47.6% in the UK, and from 30.4% to 44.0% in Germany. So what was a relatively minor problem has now become a major one.”

Professor Stiglitz adds: “Likewise, quality improvements – say, better cars rather than just more cars – account for much of the increase in GDP nowadays. But assessing quality improvements is difficult. Health care exemplifies this problem: much of medicine is publicly provided, and much of the advances are in quality. The same problems in making comparisons over time apply to comparisons across countries. The US spends more on health care than any other country (both per capita and as a percentage of income), but gets poorer outcomes. Part of the difference between GDP per capita in the US and some European countries may thus be a result of the way we measure things.”

The full text of Professor Stiglitz’s article can be found at

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/sep/13/economics-economic-growth-and-recession-global-economy/print

It is worth visiting the site not only to read the article itself but to read the comments on it, some of which are even more explicit in their condemnation of how we have been fed on a diet of false economic notions all these years.

the ghana police and free speech

THE GHANA POLICE AND FREE SPEECH by CAMERON DUODU

On 18 February 2010, Nana Darkwa, a 27-year-old sympathiser of the opposition party in Ghana, the New Patriotic Party (NPP) was arrested by the police at a radio station, for alleging, in a radio discussion programme, that the former President of Ghana, Flight-Lieutenant (retd.) J J Rawlings, "burnt down his own house" in a fire that occurred in the ex-president's house in the early hours of Sunday 14 February 2010. Darkwa was taken before a court presided over by a Judge Wilson and placed in custody for two weeks. Later, a higher court released him on bail, following an intervention by the Chief Justice, Mrs Georgina Woode. The fire and the subsequent arrest were the subject of much debate in the country. The Minority walked out of Parliament. Radio discussion panellists poured insults on the police for being the instruments of oppression of people in power. These exchanges did not escape the attention of CAMERON DUODU and his fellow members of the Internet Forum, Okyeame. Here is an extract of their exchanges:

On Mon, 22/2/10, M wrote:
I've tried to stay out of this matter because this is exactly the problem with us Ghanaians. We put aside everything that is important and latch on to something that someone is supposed to have said, then all hell breaks loose.
It was wrong for Nana Darkwa to have said what he did.

It was wrong for Kofi Adams [an associate of Rawlings who works for the ruling NDC Party] to lodge a complaint with the police, instead of going to the NMC [National Media Commission] or the courts;

It was wrong for the police to go ahead and effect arrest;

It was wrong for the judge to remand him [Darkwa];

It was wrong for the NPP to only see the wrong in Kofi Adam's action, and continue to heap praises on Nana Darkwa for his "free speech";

It is wrong, nay dangerous, for the NPP to continue to live the delusion that scare stories about Rawlings will win them political capital;

It was completely stupid of the minority in parliament to walk out on this matter; never mind that it had no direct bearing on the work in parliament, nor that the NDC, the presidency, and the CJA (sic) had all come out to express their reservations about the arrest;

It is wrong that intelligent people like those on this forum are wasting energy on this issue

and the circus goes on and on...

m
CAMERON DUODU REPLIED:
M, You wrote:
"It is wrong that intelligent people like those on this forum are wasting energy on this issue".

But I am afraid you have trivialised the issue.

It is important to thrash out whether a breach of the constitutional right to free speech has occurred with the arrest of the fool (I don't think anyone doubts that he is a fool. He probably has read some 'small' history and thought it was smart to show it off by drawing an analogy with the "Reichstag Fire" through which, it is generally agreed, Hitler came to power in Germany.) But a fool can be told he is a fool in no uncertain terms (and I am sure the switchboard of the radio station was jammed by people anxious to let him know that in no time at all!)

If you say "It doesn't matter because they only arrested a fool, the next time they will arrest a slightly less foolish man, and then, a 'not-so-wise-man', and so on, until even the wisest man -- such as M (!) -- can be arrested by super-fools who can arrest him because they can, being thugs.

There is a famous ditty or

"popular poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals, following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group. In Niemöller's first utterance of it, in a January 6, 1946 speech before representatives of the Confessing Church in Frankfurt, it went (in German):[1]

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak out for me. "(Source: Wikipedia)

M, for these reasons, the Minority in Parliament, although over-reacting, chose a very dramatic way of expressing their disapproval. As a result, we have all had this ongoing examination of the relationship between the police and existing govts. (The irony won't be lost on anyone intelligent that the NPP can't come out of this debate with clean hands, having sent troops into the house of its own former National Security Adviser, Mr Francis Poku, and forced him to flee into exile.)

Then comes the question of the way Judge Wilson behaved, He put a man in custody for 2 weeks over an offence whose penalty -- as I understand t -- is a mere fine. This brought echoes of the imprisonment of Harruna Atta, editor of the Accra Mail and others over the criminal libel action brought by Mrs Rawlings. Here again, the NPP can't plead clean hands -- because of the weird process by which Mr Tsatsu Tsikata, former Chief Executive of the Ghana National Petroleum Corporation, was jailed. But the upshot of the current debate has been that THE CHIEF JUSTICE has intervened; a new judge released the chap within 24 hours and everyone is now charged with the issue of whether our Judiciary is as independent as the Constitution wants it to be.

Will Judge Wilson be disciplined by the Judicial Council? Will there even be an enquiry behind closed doors by the senior members of the judiciary? If not, why not? Are they satisfied that the public perception of judicial independence, impartiality and fairness is as it should be? Will the opportunity be taken to change the open-ended system of Supreme Court appointments? Will a constitutional amendment be sought to plug this obvious anomaly that allows for political interference with appointment to the highest court of the land? if so, by which side? For here again, there are so many ironies.

So, you see, M, out of the foolishness of one fool, a lot of foolishnesses in our national life are coming to light. Of course, we shall -- as always -- foolishly ignore solving any of the problems laid bare by the current controversy ... until another fool rises again to become an instant hero to fools. That is how a foolish country runs its affairs, wouldn't you say?


A member of the Forum, C, wrote in reply to CAMERON DUODU:
"A timely reminder, wise brother! Within the hilarious stuff (and I have deliberately avoided entering the fray) there are serious issues for both sides that transcend the partisanship. Opanyin, thank you so much.
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