Monday, October 05, 2009

Marshall Baron - lawyer, artist and musician


MARSHALL BARON was born in Bulawayo, Rhodesia (today Zimbabwe) on August 3rd 1934 where he spent his entire life, and loved the town and its peoples. He died on May 3rd 1977.
Marshall excelled in three fields:
Law: He had an L.L. B. degree and practised law at Ben Baron & Partners. He achieved marked success in his chosen profession and gained an enviable reputation in it. As a practicing lawyer he carried the struggle for a more egalitarian society into the law courts.
Art: He was a serious and prolific artist painting hundreds of canvasses of all sizes and his works were exhibited over the years in one-man and group shows in Rhodesia and South Africa. He was very active and influential in the local art world and was a committee member and a chairman of the Rhodesian Society of Artists.
Music: His knowledge and appreciation of classical music was encyclopedic and profound and his impact on the musical life of Bulawayo was incalculable. His regular critiques in The Chronicle on concerts and on the performances of visiting musicians of international repute were literary masterpieces.

Read more about him and his work at www.marshallbaron.com

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Rabbi and Rebbitzin Zwebner - a tribute

I grew up in Bulawayo, Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) and was privileged to have both a Rabbi and a Rebbitzin that I could look up to. Rabbi and Rebbitzin Zwebner.

My memories of Rabbi Zwebner are of a tall man with white hair and beard, a man that my father worked with on committees, that my father looked up to, a man I knew I could trust. Instinct told me that Rabbi would always be there for me. Not in ways that I would notice, but as a backbone of the Jewish community. Making sure the schools were aware of their Jewish kids (we only had a Jewish Junior school), trying to make sure we had kosher food. And always in the shul.
Years later, as I stood in front of the Beth Din in Cape Town I remembered that I trusted Rabbi Zwebner. Knowing that I was from Bulawayo, the Beth Din had called in Rabbi Zwebner to sit with them. Like a true Judge, he sat quietly. He showed no emotion, but I could feel all of that trust of my youth flow back. He said little that day. Just enough for me to know that my trust was well founded.

My memories of Rebbitzin Zwebner are of a true Rebbitzin. We were friends of the family, my brother and Jonty, their youngest, were the same age, and after shul all the kids would amble along to their home for Kiddush. It must have been a huge home. There were always people there. Always good smells. Always warmth and comfort. Only many years later did I start to understand what it takes to have so open a home. Rebbitzin Zwebner had such a home.
Rebbitzin Zwebner also showed a personal interest in the girls of the community. In those days girls still sang in the choir. She taught us. I never fully understood how beautiful a voice she herself had.
And I remember Rosh Hashana. Our shul was big, but in those days so was the community. And the Rebbitzin had a seat in the front row, on the end. The rest of that row was for all the female leaders of the community, but not according to our Rebbitzin. "Please" she would say, "they want to be in shul" and one by one these old matriarchs would vacate their seats so that the female youth of the community could sit with their Rebbitzin.
One of the last speeches Rabbi Zwebner made in Bulawayo was not from the pulpit, but I think at their leaving party. He told us, with love and affection, that this speech would be shorter than his sermons, as his beloved wife was next to him, and would kick his ankle if he spoke for too long. Today my husband uses this trick on me.
I left Bulawayo, and far to often compared my "Rebbitzins" to Rebbitzin Zwebner. They never matched up.

When I made Aliya a friend helped me to contact Rabbi and Rebbitzin Zwebner. By then Rabbi was old, yet he seemed to remember me. Rebbitzin certainly did, and we chatted happily for quite some time. She told me with pride how her husband was from a family of many generations in Jerusalem. I realised how it was this respect, that she had for her husband and he for her, that had made that family so special. How I regret that I did not visit them more often.

Rabbi Zwebner passed away earlier this year. Having been lazy and inconsiderate of them, I did not know of his passing until two months after the funeral. And then, 3 months later, Rebbitzin Zwebner, too, passed away. She had said to her family that her husband was calling. It was because of their love and respect for each other, and for their community that they naturally had a positive effect on people. Their grand daughter spoke at Rebbitzins funeral. She said "Bobba, this is so not like you, to not be alive". And I can only agree with her.

To Shulamit, David, Michael and Jonty, and their families, my deep condolences. We have all lost a wonderful couple.

Rebecca Johnstone (nee Schay)

The rains came early this year.

By Gabi Elkaim
September 30, 2009 - The rains came early this year. Always when I leave for a brief stint on the outside, transformation seems to take place. Only 2 weeks ago we were remarking that the first of the Jacarandas had begun to bloom, and now blankets of purple hang over the streets that have been repot-holed by the ravaging rains, and when you drive over the blanket, lavender-coloured powder seems to be lifted behind the car like mauve exhaust fumes. Everywhere is purple, everything has transformed. And still the men stand there, unsustainably filling up the holes in the road with mud and sand, hoping for a tip from the passing cars… until the next rains come and their hard work is all swept away in an instant… or until a few days have passed, and enough cars have travelled this path to warrant them doing the same job yet again.

And like the jacarandas, I too have been hibernating, only to be inspired by the carpets of purple that make the day poetic, even when the sky is grey. And despite the impending approach of early October, the days are cold, and the rain comes and goes, and they warn the people of Matabeleland to hurry and plant early. Yesterday we had a bolt of lightning strike an electricity pole at the house, and I dashed into the center of the house, lest a tree from outside come hurtling down. Though I couldn’t help myself from peering out the window, as rainbow fire raced up and down the electrical lines, and the lights shimmied on and off in the house, and a bolt struck the ground by the far end of the swimming pool… and it was terrifying and exciting and mesmerizing, all at the same time. And then it was over, just as quickly as it had started.

I went to see 2 French musicians last night, Francois Salque, a cellist, and Vincent Peirani, an accordionist… testament to the fact that Bulawayo does still happen, that despite all the moans and groans about village life, the odd spectacle does reach us, though too few lap it up. Perhaps it’s easier to complain.



And so I remain in Bulawayo, without intention of leaving any time soon, and like the seasons, life plods on. And so we live in the meantime, and we keep doing what we’re doing, and we wait for odd occasions, and perhaps too passively for transformation… And we still stand in line for unacceptable hours at the city council, and our bills still cost too much. And currently the phone lines are not working, and all internet is down in the country unless one uses a satellite connection. And the power cuts continue… but so do we… and sometimes it’s simply necessary to be patient for that lavender inspiration, for forcing it will not change a thing.

Thinking of you all... even though my updates have been sporadic,

- Gabi xxx

For updates 1-8, go to:

http://www.gabielkaim.com/return-to-africa-2009.html

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

A GLIMMER OF HOPE LIGHTS ZIMBABWE’S DARKNESS – FEBRUARY 2009

By Rabbi Moshe Silberhaft of the African Jewish Congress

Zimbabwe remains stricken by more than a decade of economic meltdown and political chaos, yet the establishment of a coalition government has generated a tentative mood of optimism amongst the country’s hard-pressed population. For too long, the visits of Rabbi Moshe Silberhaft, Spiritual Leader to the African Jewish Congress, have focused on crisis management, assisting the embattled Jewish community in day to day survival in a disintegrating society. During his most recent visit, however, he detected for the first time in years amongst those he met with a cautious mood of hope that the country might at last be turning the corner.

Rabbi Silberhaft was in Bulawayo last week on behalf of the African Jewish Congress Zimbabwe Fund. During his stay, he met with the Jewish communal leadership and residents of the Jewish aged home Savyon Lodge and addressed a public meeting for the local Jewish community. He was joined for the latter occasion by Ilan Baruch, the immediate past Israel Ambassador to South Africa and the newly appointed Non-Resident Ambassador to Zimbabwe, Zambia, Botswana and Namibia.

Rabbi Silberhaft remarked on how heartening it was to see how many Jewish individuals, whether in Zimbabwe, South Africa and even overseas, were involved in initiatives assisting the greater Zimbabwe population at this difficult time. A high-point of his visit in this regard had been the presentation, on behalf of the organisation Australian Books for Children of Africa, of second-hand school books to SGOFOTI (“Support Group of Families of Terminally Ill”).

SGOFOTI, an organization devoted to providing emotional and psychological support to the families of HIV/AIDS victims in Zimbabwe, was virtually single-handedly established and is now run by Ruth Feigenbaum, a former South African today resident in Bulawayo. Ben Margow and other South African Jewish expatriates now living in Australia were likewise responsible for the establishment of Australian Books for Children of Africa, which focuses on recycling books and empowering children in Africa to read. Book distribution within South Africa is largely overseen by Sheryl Furman and Lauren Klavansky (formerly from the Free State towns of Marquard and Bethlehem), with the latter working through the Port Elizabeth branch of the Union of Jewish Women.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

QUEENIE SLADE OF SAVYON LODGE PASSES ON – JANUARY 2009


QUEENIE SLADE OF SAVYON LODGE PASSES ON – JANUARY 2009

(by Rabbi Moshe Silberhaft of the African Jewish Congress - source
http://www.africanjewishcongress.com/zimfeb132009.htm )

In a society plagued by crushing poverty, political violence and rapidly declining standards of health care Savyon Lodge, the Jewish aged home in Bulawayo, is a rare oasis of stability. Here, residents can depend on at least the basic services being provided for them – food and shelter, medication, water and electricity and physical security.

To an increasing extent, Savyon Lodge’s running costs are being met through donations from the wider Jewish Diaspora. But it is not only money that has enabled the institution to maintain its high standards under such difficult circumstances. The selfless, and largely unheralded, dedication of various individuals associated with it has been equally crucial to its success.

One such individual was the late Queenie Slade, long-serving secretary of Savyon Lodge who passed away at the beginning of this year. Those who worked closely with her over the years, including Bulawayo residents Brian Sher, Hylton Solomon and Eric Block and Rabbi Moshe Silberhaft, Spiritual Leader to the African Jewish Congress, all paid tribute to a true “Woman of Worth”, one who had always gone well beyond the call of duty in serving her organisation and the community as a whole.

Slade was buried at Bulawayo’s Jewish Cemetery in Donovan Road on 14 January. In his eulogy, Block remarked that that much of the credit for Savyon Lodge’s worldwide renown and repute as “a real home for Jewish senior citizens” had to be attributed to Queenie Slade.

“For Queenie there was absolutely nothing more important than the wellbeing, comfort and happiness for all at Savyon Lodge. So great was this dedication and motivation that, on many occasions, she said that she would never leave Savyon Lodge, never cease managing it to the best of her abilities, so long as there was even one resident there” he said.

Prior to joining the staff of Savyon Lodge, Slade managed the Baobab Hotel in Hwange, doing so with such success that the then Tourism Board recognized her as Hotel Manager of the Year. She also managed the now defunct Matabeleland Turf Club and Ascot Race Course.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Gabi Elkaim's diary from Zim - 5th May 2009

A euphoric exhaustion encircles me... but I must get this out before I
collapse into the corpse-like slumber I fell into last night, and no
doubt will discover tonight.

Today is Tuesday. We intended to leave Bulawayo on Sunday, to come to
HIFA, the Harare International Festival of the Arts, Africa’s largest
arts festival, which is this year celebrating its 10th year of being,
the theme is Enligh10ment. But having just returned from the hills of
Matopos on Saturday, from a 3-day music and meditation retreat called
Resonance, the post-mortem of the retreat was still underway on
Sunday, and so it was decided that Monday would be the day for our
departure, 2pm to be exact. Of course my lift arrived to pick me up
at 2:30pm, and we were off... until I discovered I’d forgotten my cell
phone at home. And so we turned around. And then finally, we were
off... and we trundled down the pot-holed streets of Bulawayo on the
Harare Road, passing a Portland Cement factory, and a brick factory
whose beautiful round oven like buildings looked to me like an
architectural marvel... or at least one that could be a photographer’s
dream.

But 5 minutes later, I snapped out of my visual daydream as we
were stopped by the police who claimed we were going 127km/hour in a
120 zone. Merv claimed this was not so. The police requested 20
dollars, saying that had it been 125, it would’ve been fine, but that
those extra 2km required payment. Merv refused. The cop retreated,
and finally off we went. 4 and something smooth and unproblematic
hours. Until of course we were just passed Lake Mcklewayne, and the
car, with its deceptive fuel indicator that insisted we still had over
a quarter of a tank, ran out of fuel.

I laughed it off and took a nap, relieved that we had just arrived
within cell phone signal, about 40 or so minutes from Harare... so we
pushed the car into the long grass and waited in the darkness, with
only the light of a waning moon and a universe of stars above us.
An hour or so later, help did arrive. I climbed into bed last night,
dead to the world, ignorant and unsuspicious of what today would
bring.

And what a day! I’m not sure where to start to recount the magic that
interrupted us so unapologetically. It all began this morning, when I
realized I’d left my camera battery in Bulawayo, and after letting go
of my irritation with myself, I had decided that my words would have
to illustrate these few days. So we headed to the gardens outside the
National Gallery where a young artist described his pieces to me, a
representative of the Times. A board canvas, a soccer pitch painted
on, bottle-tops signifying players, with Morgan and Mugabe on the same
team, playing at Differences Aside Stadium. Mbeki as the ref. The
Linesmen are the UN and the AU, whilst the coaches are John 15:12 and
15:17. One the sidelines stand Matthew 22:39 and Mark 12:31. “Treat
others”, the artist tells me, “as you yourself wish to be treated. It
is time for a new Zimbabwe, for us all to play together.”

We return to the National Gallery to explore the permanent
collection, with great abstracts by the late Marshall Baron and
others. Upstairs, we discover a colourful room of African drums, next
to which a wall stands full of loud African paintings, and bizarrely,
one lone Renoir sketch!!! We return to Aviv’s family’s shop...
giggling at the peculiarities that are the treasures of our decrepit
country. After returning from lunch at Nando’s – Aviv insists it’s
better in Zim – we stand at the entrance way of the shop, where a
woman walks in with a baby on her back. The baby, pressed comfortably
against her mother, in a way that only a child who’s experienced that
can understand, wears a pair of lens-less tortoiseshell sunglasses,
skewed to the side of her little face.

In the afternoon, we head to the Delta Gallery Foundation, whose walls
are filled with great big colourful paintings, benign in theme, until
one looks a little closer, and sees the shades of national politics in
its layers. Derek Huggins runs the gallery. A tall and distinguished
older man, with slicked-back long white hair and a short white beard
to match, he stands by the fireplace, a cigarette hanging from his
lips, a tortoiseshell cat weaves itself around his feet. We discuss
the art on the walls, and finally writing. He shows me a book he
wrote, swearing that he’s not making a marketing pitch. I ask him how
much for the book, he takes it from me and leads me to a dark little
nook of an office whose walls are covered in books and paintings, and
wooden window frames, and has that musty smell of cigarettes and art
and better days and worse. With his handsome fingers, he elegantly
lifts a fountain pen and opens a bottle of black ink. He writes, “For
Gabrielle, A good encounter, All good wishes for your writing. Do
it,” after which he signs his name, and presses an ink blotter against
his words: an item I have never seen before, “the good old fashioned
way” he claims. He hands me the book. “A gift,” he says, to inspire
me. Little does he know, I’m already inspired.

Aviv and I head to a shop called the Treasure Trove, a dusty shop full
of stale antique books, torn couches piled on top of each other, and
walls lined with antique spoons, bone china, silver boxes and a whisky
flask which has been initialled and dated. Aviv buys an old trunk
whose sides still reveal the name of its original owner. He then
drops me at the ballet. After the ballet, I head into the supermarket
where I find a packet of Things, a childhood snack that seems to exist
no longer in Bulawayo. The day becomes dark and I need to get back
into town to see the last show that I had booked for today, the
official opening show of HIFA entitled “out of the darkness, into the
light.” Unsure of where to find a taxi, a man at the internet cafe
walks me to the main road, where I board a minibus for 5 rand. I
arrive in town and walk to the venue, initially alone and nervous, but
within seconds, the hoards of people indicate the entrance to the
venue. Within minutes of entering, I hear my name being called, only
to find a group of Bulawayo friends seated on the ground in an ideal
spot, picnic laid out. The show begins. A dozen women enter the
stage in long violet robes with gold birds emblazoned on to them, and
headpieces to match.

Their voices penetrate the audience with a
certain immediacy that seems to me, can only happen in Zimbabwe.
Another smaller stage is closer to us. This is where the dancers and
actors perform their dramatically political piece. They remove a
covering under which lie Mugabe and his cronies, who struggle to
stand, but eventually succeed as they tussle over large bags of money
filled with Zimbabwe dollars. The “elders” light a fire beside the
stage, and tie Mugabe and his cronies to a pole near the audience. A
woman, dressed in white, crowned by her marital veil, cries for her
husband who has been abducted. She recites a poem to the sound of the
drums, baby on back and searches for him through the elephant skulls
that cover the stage. The vocalists move smoothly, effortlessly, into
Yassou N’Dour’s “Seven Seconds.” The audience cries, moved not only
by the story, but also by the visuals, by the sounds, by the
sensations of such a powerful piece. At last she finds him. The
dancing begins. Traditional herbs are burned. Mugabe and his cronies
are brought on to the stage. The bags representing their large
bellies and the wealth stolen from our nation are violently sliced off
them with a large knife. They struggle, but at last are thrown into a
smoky hole in the ground, leaving only Mugabe to stab open the wealth
bags, in which he plants flowers and seedlings for a new Zimbabwe.
The dancing continues, the fireworks begin. Another song:

“The higher you build your barriers,
The taller I will become.
The further you take my rights away,
The faster I will run...
...The more you refuse to hear my voice,
The louder I will sing.
Something inside so strong,
I know that I can make it”

Justice.

The energy continues to build, and the hearts of the audience are open
to such an extent, no thought can interrupt the feeling of presence.
In the dark, I scribble down some words:

My soul is accompanied by the shakers,
My heart beats to the sound of the African drums.
The nyanga dances bringing forth Justice.
The seeds of the Future are planted.

A grasshopper is drawn to the light on his back:
He crawls up the yellow fabric of new beginnings.
The sweat of power, energy, movement, excitement is drawn from his brow.
The beat quietens.

He hums a soft song,
In a throaty African voice penetrating outwards from deep within.
She smiles the smile of love,
Her dreadlocks tied back by a band of shells as she spits the holy water.

A spectacle,
Fireworks overhead almost within reach of my fingertips
The Future so nearby.
The darkness of the night illuminates the colours.
And my entire being joins the rhythm
of the dancers, the do’ers
Songs uplifting, reflecting on the Times
On Justice.

Monday, May 04, 2009

The passing of Rabbi Yitzchak Zwebner z"l

We mourn the passing of Rabbi Yitzchak Zwebner Z"L, husband of Rella Zwebner.

The funeral will take place today Erev Shabbat May 1, 7 Iyar, at 3:30 PM at the Sanhedria Funeral Parlor. Shiva details to follow.

Rabbi Yitchak Zwebner, 6th generation Yerushalmi, was born in Jerusalem in 1914 and lived in Meah Sheraim. He studied in Lifshitz Teachers Seminar and received Semicha from Harav Zvi Pesach Frank, well known posek and Chief Rabbi of Jerusalem.

He began his career by teaching religious Yemenite children in pre-State Sejera (now Ilania) where Ben Gurion lived. In 1937 he went to England to continue his studies and received his B.Ed. from the University.of Glasgow.

While Yitzchak was in Chutz LaAretz, his father Avraham-Haim, who had been elected to the First Knesset, Hebraicized his name to Shag. Yitzchak kept his original name. In 1943 he married Rella Hofstadter who had come to London from Czechoslovakia as a refugee. His first Rabbinic position was as a Reverend in Maida Vale Synagogue in London. In 1952, the Zwebners left for South Africa where Yitzchak served as a Rabbi in Nigel, Krugersdorp and Johannesburg. In 1966 he was appointed Chief Rabbi of Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). In 1976, the Zwebners returned to Israel and settled in Bayit Vegan. Rabbi Zwebner joined Jerusalem College of Technology (Machon Lev) where he established their South African Public Relations Department.

In 1980 they accepted a request from the community of Somerset West in Cape Town to be the Rabbi and join the Bet Din. They returned to

Israel in 1985 when they joined the Hovevei Zion synagogue.

His brother, David Zwebner. HYD was among the Lamed Hey who were killed in attempt to break through the siege of Gush Etzyon (January 14, 1948).

Rabbi Zwebner, who possessed flawless nusach, was a talented Baal Koreh and was always available to layn, daven for the amud or give a shiur.

He is survived by his wife Rella and his children

Shulamith and Yehuda Berman, Efrat

David & Ronit Zwebner, Jerusalem

Michael & Deborah Zwebner, Bet Shemesh

Jonty & Janet Zwebne,r Bet Shemesh

and many grandchildren and great grandchildren

Gabi Elkaim's diary from Bulawayo

We left Harare early this morning. We met at 5:45am to travel the 5 hours back to Bulawayo, with a brief stop in Kwekwe to visit one of the Brahma Kumaris' sister's family, where we were welcomed in for an Indian breakfast of grated mealies mixed with lacto and Indian spices. It was drizzling when we left Harare, and had rained in Kwekwe by the time we got there. It seemed the rain was following us, as soon after we got to Bulawayo, it started to rain here too. Ops said it means the winter is coming and that we should expect it to be a very cold one.

Our intention for leaving Harare so early was to be able to get back in time for the unvelings that were scheduled for 2:30pm at the Jewish cemetery, as well as a Yom Ha'Shoa ceremony to remember the 6 million who perished in the Holocaust. This is not usually the sort of thing that I would be lining up for... but I had seen Shirley the week before, and she had asked me specially if I would come for her sister Queenie's unveiling, if I am back from Harare in time. I walked into the entrance room of the cemetery just as the clock turned 30 minutes past 2, and to my surprise, stood in a room of almost 70 people (I counted), jews and non-jews alike. Rabbi Moshe, the travelling rabbi came to Bulawayo from Joburg, specifically for today. Eight unveilings took place, a large number for a single afternoon. I was told, however, that this was the case, as previously in Zimbabwe, it was impossible to have the tombstones made, and only those who were able to bring them in from South Africa, were able to have the traditional unveiling service. Indeed, I noticed one grave that marked the death had taken place in 2004. I visited my grandfather and placed a stone on his grave, noticing that beside him lay David Cinamon, a young man whose death was a tragedy. I never met David, but was glad that my grandfather was there to keep him company, if only in body. I started to read the names of the other tombstones, some I remembered: Tilly Katz who used to call me Big Eyes as a child, most I did not remember. The surnames ring a bell, and I quietly remarked how each person in that cemetery is a friend of one another, or at least the child or grandchild of a friend. I thought about how in that cemetery lies a community, in the true sense of the word, dating back as far as 1909 I believe. And those who were present today mark the continuation of our community, despite that it's a dwindling one... a community nonetheless, who continues to take care of its dead.

We went to the monument for the 6 million at the end, and then washed our hands in a symbol of leaving the dead behind, and returned to the entrance room where more prayers were said. A menora of 6 candles were lit for the 6 million, and for all of those that suffered at the hands of the Third Reich. The honour of lighting the 6th candle was given to David Coltart, our new Minister of Education, as the rabbi spoke of a common plight of the Jewish people and Zimbabweans alike: that of hope, and a future.

We then continued on for tea at Savyon Lodge, our Jewish retirement home, another symbol of a community that really does look after one another.

And so, despite a grey and heavy day, in all senses, it seems that light always manages to find a way to make itself apparent, within our small Jewish community, and yes, even within our nation... sometimes we just need to look a little more carefully for it.

With that, I wish you all the ability to see the Light in your lives,
- Gabi

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Pesach in Bulawayo - 2009

April 22, 2009

Yet another Pesach has come and gone and the 2009 Bulawayo communal Seder was one more remarkable success story in the history of our shrinking but tenacious community.

Planning a communal Seder is always a daunting task no matter where you are in the world, but here in Zimbabwe it is nothing short of a tactical nightmare that requires a strategic game plan with months of advance action.

You can’t just pop down to the nearest hyper for their astonishing range of Pesadech goods, anything from toothpaste to dog food, or the kosher deli for their ready made chicken soup and kneidlach.

Indeed our supermarkets are only just tenuously managing to restock shelves, after years of government intervention into the controlling of prices, on the back of extortionate duty structures and the well publicised death of food supplies in this tragic landscape. It wasn’t long ago that Hylton Solomon, President of our community and owner of one of the oldest supermarkets in town, was arrested for charging too much on pasta!

The march towards the Seder started months ago when Rabbi Alima and his wife Efrat were determined that despite all odds they would orchestrate their swan song, their last Seder in Zimbabwe for sadly, soon after Pesach, they returned to Eretz Yisrael with a fourth child on the way, for we can no longer afford them.

Bulawayo has attracted a dynamic and diverse stream of Rabbis since the community was officially initiated way back in 1894, each one of them leaving an indelible mark on the Jewish stamp of the country’s history. When initially interviewing Rabbi Alima, President Hylton Solomon expressed the needs of the community in a nutshell, “Any Rabbi coming to join us should love his Bobba and Zeida and unfortunately be well versed in conducting a funeral”.

Indeed, our community is aged with the vast majority of her 93 souls, in the autumn of their years. I cannot remember the last time we had a wedding here, but my 15 year old son has been the pall bearer at many a funeral. But we have never thrown down our siddurim and given up, even when our beloved shul burnt down in 2003. The opposite is evidenced by our determination to hold on to the basics of Jewish life, minyanim at least five days a week and our Rabbi has brought in many from the community who had not been in a Shul for decades. The Alimas live by Abraham’s tenet of an open door and there was never a Shabbat that did not find a full table at their home, even when the power was down and there was no water in the taps.
So nu, they made a plan just like all of us do here.

Pesach was just another time that we made a plan, the Alima’s and their support group put it all together. The truck loads of kosher goodies, greatly subsidised by the Jewish Agency, were brought in by a band of individuals known as runners - they run back and forth to South Africa to provide all, who can afford it, the luxuries most in the world take for granted. Rabbi Moshe Silberhaft, the regional Rabbi and his ex Bulawayo assistant, Carla Sher, are our supreme connection to the great kosher world of stuff. This wandering regional Rabbi has been an angel sent to us here in Bulawayo. His humour and “expansive” warmth enable us to feel we are a living part of the greater Jewish world.

Erev Pesach arrived and I was shocked at the number we were to set the table for. One hundred Jews would be celebrating the 115th official Seder in a country that knows only too well the evil wrought by a modern day Pharaoh. With an ingathering of visitors, many coming home for Yom Tov from South Africa, Australia and Israel as well as Ofer Dahan and his wife from the Sochnut, shlichim from Netzer and Bnei Akiva and some of their children, ours was going to be a truly special simcha.

In the kitchen preparing the seder feast was the famous Florence Maphosa. This extraordinary toothless Ndebele woman is one of the community’s most exceptional pillars. When Florence’s mentor and teacher, Sheila Swiel went on aliyah in the 80’s the culinary genius, Florence, decided that rather than working in one household she would hire herself out by the day. At first she only worked for Jews, but with the decline in our numbers she has expanded her clientele.

Florence almost singlehandedly prepared the entire seder from the chicken soup and kneidlach to the charoseth. There is no one in the world who can match her Jewish repertoire of dishes; she does a mean gefilte fish, her chopped herring is divine, her cheesecake is to die for and her tsimmes would make anyone’s Bobbah come begging for the recipe.

At 63 Florence is my great hero. She has taught me how to laugh in the face of adversity, the reward of hard work and to understand the dignity of the people we work, play, live and are helped by every day. The world only sees a one dimensional representation of Zimbabwe’s people, the tyrannical force towering over the cowering masses. But it is far more complicated than that, and I know the comparison is controversial, but how many of our own fought back in the last century when faced with the demon who tried to wipe us off the face of the earth? Will you be the one to lead them?

The Pesach service saw a shul bathed in candle light, for our power is switched off almost every day, and by now we are used to it and have learnt that electricity is not the only way to find light. In fact, I love the spirituality it brings to our services. There is no Jew to look after our shul, but Jack, the “Shammas”, who hails from the Binga region of Zimbabwe where the people are tall and strong, makes sure that the candles to light our way through the service are lit before the chag or Shabbat begins.

We moved from the shul to the hall to start the ancient repetition of the Hagaddah. Miraculously the power came back and there was light! The singing was certainly not the standard of the famous Gardens Synagogue Choir, and the tunes were as varied as the communities represented; the hall was beautiful, the place was filled with an extraordinary warmth and energy that took me back to the days of my childhood when the shul was so full that the kids sat squashed onto the steps, giggling through the service. The numbers are gone but the energy remains.

There is a tinge of irony and a certain poignancy at celebrating Pesach in Zimbabwe, we repeat the message every year and teach our children to question so that we can all understand a little more about slavery, oppression and violence; the overriding system of justice that was meted out for evil; the road to freedom took courage and commitment and was filled with obstacles, yet through true leadership freedom was found and our people today cherish that freedom and the homeland that is ours, even though we may not physically be there.

Rabbi Alima and his family have gone home, his wife said to me shortly before she left, “This community gave us far more that we ever gave the community” and I believe that is because here in Bulawayo, we all cherish community and understand the strength it gives us. It is getting harder to find and afford a new Rabbi, but we remain determined and as Hylton Solomon said, “We cannot turn our backs on over a century of Jewish history in this town.”

Yes, the past decade has been particularly trying but there is an old Jewish proverb that says, “He that can't endure the bad, will not live to see the good.” As Jews we understand suffering but we also understand that freedom is within grasp.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

29th anniversary of Zimbabwe’s independence

WE have just had the 29th anniversary of Zimbabwe’s independence – nothing to celebrate.

The latest development is the non payment of utility accounts. The municipality sends out bills for rates and refuse collection, making unrealistic demands and the rate payers pay only a fracture of the amount, because the services are non-existent. In our area the refuse has not been collected for the last three months. Street lighting has not worked for a similar period and the roads are full of potholes.

What is sheer neglect is to see burst water mains pipes unattended – no repairs and all this water literally going down the drain. It is estimated that 20% of Harare’s water supply is wasted in this manner. There is a shortage of pumping capacity. The equipment at the Morton Jeffray water is old and needs replacement after 29 years of independence. In spite of all this the municipality expects to be paid for services they do not provide. Many rate payers are only paying a token fee of US$10. The municipality can’t cut off services because there aren’t any and they cannot prosecute because they do not have a case. They require US$4,5 million to pay wages but receive only US$1,5 million. They simply cannot get started to repair their infrastructure because they have no money – so it is a vicious circle.

There have been appeals for billions of dollar from the wicked West – and also to remove “illegal” sanctions. I wonder what law is being broken to be declared “illegal”? As long as Mugabe remains in power and continues to flout the rule of law no one will come to our aid.

The glitter of the new unity government is beginning to wear off. What is annoying the MDC is that Mugabe makes unilateral appointments and decisions. It is a power sharing government and they should be consulted. As always Mugabe is not accountable to anyone and justifies everything with his rhetoric.

On the positive side the shelves in the supermarkets are now filled with allsorts of goodies most of it is imported. Now that local industry may keep all their foreign currency earnings through exports the economy is improving slightly.

Salaries are now paid in US dollars. Civil servants are complaining because they are being paid a paltry $100 per month. It is estimated that an average family needs about $450 pm to survive. The government does not receive enough money from taxes and has great difficulty in meeting payments. Of course it is not their fault – it is the “illegal” sanctions imposed by the wicked West. Mugabe has stated that Zimbabwe should put pressure on the West - exactly how is he going to do that? I am sure that the United States and European Union are quaking in their shoes!!!

Best regards
Benny and Rose Leon

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Gabi Elkaim's diary from Bulawayo

By Gabi Elkaim

April 12, 2009

Bulawayo - For the two months I've been back, we've mostly been very lucky: municipal water has been plentiful and we haven't had any power cuts. We've also had a great deal of rain, though this year, the quantity of rain was not ideal for the crops. Opah says that because we've had so much rain, it will be a long cold winter. And indeed, it's mid-April and we've already started to load up on firewood, a month earlier than usual. The cold has begun to creep up on us, and with it, suddenly power cuts have become more prevalent. Some last an hour or two, some the whole day... in the Western suburbs, perhaps even longer. Rumour has it, something is being fixed at the power hub in Kariba... no one asks too many questions. We're all veterans when it comes to power cuts... and so the generator goes on from time to time, or the candles are lit, or we simply suck it up, barely acknowledging the absence of the god of electricity, as if we'll trick him into returning, though really only tricking ourselves.

On Wednesday morning, Opah and I woke up early and went into town in search of firewood. The place that always used to sell it when I was growing up sells it no longer. But a man parked outside invited us to follow him to the industrial sites, to a place where he buys it in bulk in order to supply a clientèle that uses indoor wood-burning stoves. Upon arrival at this place, another man came running toward us warning that our front tyre was about to fall off. And so we discovered that the night prior, our property had been broken into, and an attempt had been made to steal a tyre off the car. Opah had heard the dogs going nuts at about 3am and had turned on all the lights, which it seems, was enough to scare off the intruders. Since then, we've decided to let the dogs roam the front yard instead of being confined to the back. ...So while driving to town, with only 2 bolts out of 6 intact, 3 of the wheel studs broke under the weight of the car. The tyre shook as if deciding whether to cling to the axle or to retreat to the road. Luckily it chose the axle, and it was caught before anything sinister was able to happen.

Wednesday night was the start of Passover, and an astonishing one hundred people were present at the communal seder that evening. Florence, a woman whose forte is Jewish cooking, and who has been freelancing around the Jewish community for years, prepared the entire meal over a 3-day period. That evening one hundred people assembled to read the story of Exodus, and yes, another day, another power cut... another affirmation of the resilience of Zimbabweans: not only was the first half of the story recounted by candlelight, but one hundred servings of chicken soup and mazta balls were heated up over an open fire!

By some stroke of luck, we managed to have the car fixed on Thursday. It seems that to get things done here usually requires infinitely more patience than anywhere else in the world. And yes, I am beginning to see the miracles of our existence here on a daily basis. Good Friday arrived, and with our car intact and loaded with Easter eggs, we headed out to Matopos to visit an orphanage that is run by a good friend of mine. There is an electric moment that occurs whenever I drive to Matopos. It happens around the time we pass the dam on our right, and catch the first glimpse of the magnificence of the balancing rocks. My body tingles in awe. J claims that beneath and within these balancing granite boulders, millions of crystals can be found, and they contribute to this tremendous energy that is felt there. Initially W had been reluctant to join us, claiming that he did not have the koach to spend the day depressed with sick orphaned children, but after some arm twisting, he gave in. The orphanage, 70 or so kilometres out of town, is such a happy place... a far cry from depressing: 36 children live there and are well loved and taken care of. One-fifth of them are HIV positive, and all of these are on ARV's where they are monitored and compliance is ensured. 5 of the children took us on a leisurely 4km hike up the kopjie. With views that can only remind us pf how tiny we are in such a massive universe, and yet how interconnected our existence is, the Matopos humbles, consumes, and rejuvenates us, and then spits us back out into Bulawayo, feeling as though we've been on a 3-day vacation.

The weekend flies by, and I sit in the garden early this morning, hearing
the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard, the gentleness of a cool
breeze, the calls of the birds, the odd dog barking in the distance. All
these sounds become like white noise, and I become aware of the loudest noise that exists here, the sound of quiet. Sunday: another day, another power cut. And with that, my laptop is about to run out of batteries.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

2 major discoveries and 2 lessons

Sent: Wednesday, March 25, 2009 8:31 AM
Subject: update 4 - 2 major discoveries and 2 lessons

by Gabi Elkaim

I think I have put off writing since my last update simply because so much happens here every day and I lose sight of where to start. So I'll recount from more recently.

My first discovery, made last week, is that my beloved choc-dip has returned to Eskimo Hut, our legendary drive-in old-fashioned soft-serve ice-cream joint in Bulawayo. After a year and a half of its absence, I went there the other day, asking facetiously if there was choc-dip, expecting a great big no, but to my surprise, the ice-cream man said "yes"... I thought I was hearing things! It had been there already for 4 whole days!!! What, you might ask, is the real significance of me recounting this story... it's plain and simple. As I said in my past update, Zimbabwe is simply electric at the moment. Since we have changed over to operating in Rands of US dollars, grocery shop shelves have been once again filled, and although expensive, food and other commodities are far more accessible than they were a mere 6 months ago. Apparently the border towns in botswana are crying now as fewer and fewer Zimbabweans are making regular trips across to stock up on food. So yes, even choc-dip has returned. The ice-cream man uses a great big silver spoon to poor the liquid choc-dip over the cup of vanilla soft-serve, where upon contact, it hardens and becomes solid chocolate. As I did every time I went to Eskies, prior to a year and a half ago when choc-dip was still available, I asked the ice-cream man if I could have a lick of that magnificent big silver spoon. As usual he declined. This time, however, there was no disappointment. The excitement of the-return-of-choc-dip was simply too great.

I just got back from a long weekend away at Hwange National Park and a night in Vic Falls. And this is where I come to my second discovery. Vic falls is 400+ km from Bulawayo and during our drive back yesterday we stopped regularly, mainly to grocery shop from the local villagers as the vegetables in the rural areas come at a real bargain. Furthermore, nearer to the Falls, it is Baobab country and villagers line the lay-by areas selling the fruits of the Baobab tree, its great big pods filled with vitamin C-rich cream of tartar. I was also on the lookout for rural "khaya" chickens, but unfortunately on our return trip on Monday, fewer people were out and about as there had been when we were on our way there on Saturday. At one stop in particular, when the car was already filled with about half a dozen watermelons, a massive African squash called ujodo, a pumpkin, 11 tomatoes, and various other bits and pieces, not to mention the 4 of us already in the car in addition to our luggage and picnic baskets, a lady approached us asking for a lift. I was not initially inclined to fit anyone else in the car as from my perspective, we were pretty full-up, but she insisted that space could be made. And when she told me that she had been waiting there since early that morning (it was already 1pm-ish) and that she was trying to get her baby 15km up the road to the Isuza clinic were they were vaccinating, how could I say no? Afterall, it was only 15km. Little did I realize that from her perspective, our car was half-empty, and that when she insisted space could be made, she didn't mean that space could be made only for herself. I had assumed the women and children around her were bystanders at yet another lay-by. A few minutes and 7 people later, we were on our way. We totaled 11 people in the Landcruiser and we drove ever so slowly for the following 15km to Isuza during which time we passed a police road block miraculously, without the police even batting an eyelid at us. The lessons here are perspective and possibility. I guess that that is part of the reason that Zimbabwe has managed to persevere through such rough times: Zimbabweans are able to Stop Look Adjust and Move (the SLAM rule), Adjust being key here. Those who have stayed in the country are constantly forced to reshape their perspective in order to continue creating possibility. And indeed, 3 mothers managed to get their 4 children to a clinic yesterday to obtain their vaccinations! Our education system, although crumbling, has not yet failed us, as young women who are hardly able to speak English, still understand the importance of taking their children to the clinic for ama'njections. Perhaps we do still have the potential to make a full come-back.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Mangwanani from Harare Zimbabwe

Click on the image to enlarge and read this report on Jewish life in Harare - March 2009

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Zim currency - 12 zeroes removed


Attached you will find a photograph of me holding some Zimbabwe
currency in my hand. ON my left is the old currency now being phased
out. The green notes are worth $10 trillion and you need ten of these
to buy a loaf of bread.

You will also notice a purplish note which is the five hundred million
dollar note. In my right hand is the new currency a five dollar note
which is revalued from $5 trillion to just $5 dollars. The reserve bank has
removed 12 zeroes. Most people are using the currency of America,
South Africa and Botswana for trading. Many refuse to accept Zim money
which is considered worthless.
--
Benny Leon

Sunday, January 04, 2009

ZIMBABWE The true situation today. A lengthy letter but worth reading

Dear Family and Friends,

I returned exactly a week ago from a trip to Zimbabwe , and have been gathering my thoughts and feelings in order to write this letter. Please read it carefully to understand what is happening in this country.

Whilst in Zimbabwe I was shocked beyond belief ( those of you who have experienced this emotion will understand the feeling ) by the situation in this country. It is a totally failed State. Ninety per cent unemployment with the serious ramifications of no jobs, no income and no food for the overwhelming majority in this land,and seemingly no way out of the dire situation there..

Government Schools mostly operated for twenty three days during 2008. No final public exams were written at either Government Schools or at the University in 2008. The salaries that Teachers and other wage earners for that matter ( apart from Police and Army Personnel, who Mugabe looks after for his own personal interests) are less than a Hawker can earn in the informal sector, trying to sell wares on the street. Zim money devalues so quickly that nobody deals it any more.Although it is illegal, the US Dollar and the Rand rule on the streets.

There is very little or no water in the major towns, including Harare . The situation in the high density areas is far more severe as open sewers run through the streets due to the majority of water treatment works being non functional. Contamination of water sources with Cholera-infected sewerage is rife. Any water that one is able to obtain from boreholes or street vendors has the potential of being infected with Cholera and needs to be treated as such. I had the unfortunate experience of contracting this disease in Chegutu. Luckily, through contacts, I was able to get hold of Doxycycline ( an anti-biotic ) when the symptoms presented, and went straight onto basic re-hydration fluids of sugar and salt. It is relatively easy to treat the disease but where there are no drugs for the vast majority in Zimbabwe , particularly in the rural areas, it is a deadly disease. It has reached pandemic proportions.The deaths from Cholera in Zimbabwe are grossly understated, probably by four fold. On one day Mugabe is in denial about this epidemic in Zimbabwe , and the very next day his Minister of Information accuses Britain and America of Biological Warfare. Please through this little episode,see the Zimbabwean crisis in its totality.

In a country riddled with Aids, those who become infected with Cholera have little or no chance of survival. The vast majority of Government Hospitals have closed throughout Zimbabwe . I spoke to a Nurse in Chigutu who tearfully told me that if she went to work all she could do was to tell desperate patients that there were no medicines available, and no Doctors to treat them. That it was pointless her going to work to make sick people's lives more miserable.

There is very little electricity supply. Where I was staying, we had a period of eleven days with no power. The knock-on effect of this is that there was no electricity to run the bore-hole pump. Fridges and Deep-freezes cease to function and all perishable goods need to be thrown out. Toilet cisterns do not re-fill. There is no water for bathing. One has to find a friend who has a Generator to run a bore-hole, to get drinking water. PLEASE try to imagine yourself in that situation every day.

PLEASE GET THE PICTURE OF HOW BAD THINGS ARE IN ZIMBABWE .

Having outlined the scenario I will now come to the point of writing this letter. Desmond Tutu, our Nobel Peace Prize Winner has openly stated that Robert Mugabe needs to be brought before the International Court in the Hague for Crimes against Humanity. This was no flippant remark, and he is absolutely right. The situation in Zimbabwe is the result of the behavior of one man, who over the last ten years or so, with his political cohorts, has been driven by the evil of clinging onto political and financial power at all costs, and for his own gain. Knob-kerrieing and the machetteing to death of thousands who dared oppose him will still come to light. Here is a man who has no compassion for his own people. Here is a man who together with his political cohorts and ZANU PF Government Ministers ( listed by the E.U. and other civilized countries in the world, who will have nothing to do with them) has grown super wealthy by raping Zimbabwe of its natural resources and wealth to the detriment of all Zimbabweans.

It is all too evident when the United Nations Security Council meet that the three Nations which help keep this failed dictator in power are China , Russia and South Africa . In Zimbabwe , right at this moment, virtually all the Chrome Deposits are in the hands of the Chinese - pay-back for China propping up Mugabe's illegal regime. China is also primarily responsible for the payment of all the fuel that crosses the border at Beit Bridge into Zimbabwe , as well as paying Zambia , Mozambique and the DRC for electricity supplies into Zimbabwe . China has, in the last two weeks, delivered some fifty three tonnes of weapons and armaments to Zimbabwe . This will be used against any opposition, particularly the MDC in intimidation and killings.

SOME HARD FACTS :

FACT NO. 1 THERE ARE NO SANCTIONS AGAINST ZIMBABWE BY ANY WESTERN NATION. No matter how many times South Africa mentions " targeted sanctions against Zimbabwe ", this is simply not true. South African media houses work on the assumption that the more often " sanctions against Zimbabwe by Western Nations " is mentioned, the more likely uninformed people will believe this to be true.THERE ARE TARGETED SANCTIONS AGAINST A VERY SPECIFIC CRIMINAL ELEMENT IN ZIMBABWE who are the Government Ministers in the illegal ZANU PF Government. The fact that the IMF and WORLD BANK do not send funds into Zimbabwe is because these self same Ministers would steal these incoming funds for themselves.They will not used for humanitarian reasons.The funding destined for needy Zimbabweans from these two bodies was CORRECTLY terminated.

FACT NO. 2 KALEMA MOTLANTE, the current interim President of South Africa was the leader of the South African Observer Mission which declared that the last set of elections in Zimbabwe was both free and fair, WHEN EVERY OTHER OBSERVER MISSION DESCRIBED THEM AS THE EXACT OPPOSITE. Remember also that the current mediator in Zimbabwe , TABO MBEKE was the then President of the Republic of South Africa . I hope you begin to see the support that Mugabe has in the current political structure in South Africa .

FACT NO. 3 Mugabe was a leader in the liberation struggle and had the opportunity to be an international figurehead akin to Nelson Mandela. However, he chose differently. It is fine for Liberation Heroes to support each other when good governance in terms of African Union guide lines are being observed in their respective countries. But why should Liberation Leaders, especially the South Africans, choose to support Mugabe when he is carrying out his own subtle HAULOCAUST IN ZIMBABWE ( and this is why he is needed at the Hague ). Remember also, this illegal dictator has lost the latest National Election, and has been defeated in a Presidential Poll. Thank goodness the Civilized World has seen through Mugabe's criminal ways, and understand the necessity to be rid of him.

Let me briefly elaborate on Mugabe's Holocaust. In the early 1980s' Mugabe unleashed his notorious Fifth Brigade on the people of Southern Matebeleland, killing some twenty thousand MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN, for his own political gain and terrorized Joshua Nkomo and the Matabele People into an Alliance with him. ( The Matabele have regained their courage and are currently breaking away from this Alliance , the ZANU PF. ) Also, Zimbabwe , once regarded as the Bread Basket of Africa, has been reduced to a country where five million of its people now require food aid to survive. Now, here is the rub. Only ZANU PF supporters are allowed to distribute food aid in Zimbabwe . Any person who is suspected of having ties with the MDC opposition, is refused food and is hounded out of food distribution centers. Mugabe is a man bent literally on starving to death those who are deemed not to support him. If this does not equate to a HOLOCAUST, then I do not know what does. When people lie down to die, knowing it is easier to go that way, rather than being brutally savaged to death by showing resistance, then you know a HOLOCAUST is taking place.

The supportive behavior by the leaders in South Africa for Mugabe defies all common sense and the norms of fair play and practice. President Motlante glibly states that " a solution must be found by the Zimbabwean People themselves ". Mugabe has total control of the Armed as well as the Police Services in Zimbabwe . ( something he will not give up, as can be seen by his current outbursts ). Morgan Tsvangarai and the MDC have no protection what so ever from any law enforcement body in Zimbabwe . They are at the mercy of an evil and bitter Dictator. Should there be a murmur of dissent against Mugabe's illegal regime, the wrath of the CIO, the Military, the Police and the Green Bombers is unleashed to deadly effect. Under these circumstances who is the ANC kidding that a solution in Zimbabwe " must be found by Zimbabwean People themselves" As I write this letter, some forty two MDC supporters have disappeared, and Morgan Tsvangarai threatens to pull out of the Unity Talks altogether if they are not released by Mugabe's illegal regime. When can a fair and just solution be given to Zimbabwe by the world at large. A Zimbabwean said to me " Tabo Mbeke has failed us, SADC has failed us, the AU has Failed us, the UN has failed us and the World has failed us. It is only God now who can save us." I hope we, collectively, can prove him wrong.

I would like to believe that it is up to those nations in the world who truly understand the plight of the Zimbabweans and believe that something must be done to save the Zimbabwean people, that must act. South Africa has failed Zimbabwe for the past eight years and something must be done to apply meaningful pressure against South Africa to bring about a change in mind set of the ANC politicians which, in turn, will bring about meaningful change in Zimbabwe .

I WOULD ADVOCATE THAT THESE COUNTRIES START TO BOYCOTT THE SOCCER WORLD CUP DESTINED FOR SOUTH AFRICA IN 2010. PERHAPS AN IMMINENT BOYCOTT OF THE WORLD CUP WOULD BRING SOUTH AFRICA INTO THE FOLD OF RESPONSIBLE DEMOCRACIES AROUND THE WORLD, AND END THE UNTOLD SUFFERING AT ITS DOORSTEP.

The civilized countries in the world need to be seen to withdraw support from South Africa which is covertly supporting the SUBTLE HOLOCAUST IN ZIMBABWE. What ever different South African Politicians may say, this is a reality I have seen it with my own eyes. The Soccer World Cup is currently the pride and joy of South Africa, and for Seb Blatter to be advised to ask another country to host THE WORLD CUP in 2010 by pressure from civilized countries, may well be the catalyst to make South Africa change tack and bring meaningful change to Zimbabwe, and to once again bring hope to a broken people.

The closure of the Beit Bridge Border Post between South Africa and Zimbabwe will cause Mugabe's regime to fall WITHIN A WEEK. Some people say that by cutting off resources would harm the poor people of Zimbabwe , yet from personal experience, it is hard to imagine that they could be any worse off than they are now.

PLEASE DO NOT BE DUPED INTO MUGABE WANTING TO CALL FOR NEW ELECTIONS IN TWO YEARS TIME, SHOULD THE CURRENT ROUND OF UNITY TALKS FAIL. This is a plan by Mugabe which will allow him a further two years to obliterate the MDC by continuing with his current HOLOCAUST. The Opposition has won, against all odds, both a National Election and a Presidential Election. This is now being denied to them by Mugabe. Please do not give in to Mugabe's plans, and allow him to obliterate the MDC for ever OVER THE NEXT TWO YEARS.

I am tired now,and have probably written a rather poor grammatical letter, but I do hope I have managed to convey a very important message. I ask friends and family around the world to précis this letter and send it to influential news papers in your respective countries. I ask you to forward it on to your respective News Channels and Governments for action. Please pass this letter on to anyone who you think may have influence. Please do good for Zimbabwe this Christmas.

Yours in truth,

Peter Nupen

Sunday, December 07, 2008

The extent of the suffering in Zimbabwe ‘has reached Auschwitz proportions’

(Source : The Times Online )
December 6th 2008

The extent of the suffering in Zimbabwe ‘has reached Auschwitz proportions’
Families in a once agriculturally rich land are living – and dying – on a diet of nuts and berries as food shortages threaten up to five million Zimbabweans. Our correspondent reports from western Zimbabwe on a gathering humanitarian crisis.

For full story see link above.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Lessons of Zimbabwe

(Source - http://www.lrb.co.uk/v30/n23/mamd01_.html )


Lessons of Zimbabwe
Mahmood Mamdani
It is hard to think of a figure more reviled in the West than Robert Mugabe. Liberal and conservative commentators alike portray him as a brutal dictator, and blame him for Zimbabwe’s descent into hyperinflation and poverty. The seizure of white-owned farms by his black supporters has been depicted as a form of thuggery, and as a cause of the country’s declining production, as if these lands were doomed by black ownership. Sanctions have been imposed, and opposition groups funded with the explicit aim of unseating him.

There is no denying Mugabe’s authoritarianism, or his willingness to tolerate and even encourage the violent behaviour of his supporters. His policies have helped lay waste the country’s economy, though sanctions have played no small part, while his refusal to share power with the country’s growing opposition movement, much of it based in the trade unions, has led to a bitter impasse. This view of Zimbabwe’s crisis can be found everywhere, from the Economist and the Financial Times to the Guardian and the New Statesman, but it gives us little sense of how Mugabe has managed to survive. For he has ruled not only by coercion but by consent, and his land reform measures, however harsh, have won him considerable popularity, not just in Zimbabwe but throughout southern Africa. In any case, the preoccupation with his character does little to illuminate the socio-historical issues involved.

Many have compared Mugabe to Idi Amin and the land expropriation in Zimbabwe to the Asian expulsion in Uganda. The comparison isn’t entirely off the mark. I was one of the 70,000 people of South Asian descent booted out by Idi Amin in 1972; I returned to Uganda in 1979. My abiding recollection of my first few months back is that no one I met opposed Amin’s expulsion of ‘Asians’. Most merely said: ‘It was bad the way he did it.’ The same is likely to be said of the land transfers in Zimbabwe.

What distinguishes Mugabe and Amin from other authoritarian rulers is not their demagoguery but the fact that they projected themselves as champions of mass justice and successfully rallied those to whom justice had been denied by the colonial system. Not surprisingly, the justice dispensed by these demagogues mirrored the racialised injustice of the colonial system. In 1979 I began to realise that whatever they made of Amin’s brutality, the Ugandan people experienced the Asian expulsion of 1972 – and not the formal handover in 1962 – as the dawn of true independence. The people of Zimbabwe are likely to remember 2000-3 as the end of the settler colonial era. Any assessment of contemporary Zimbabwe needs to begin with this sobering fact.

Though widespread grievance over the theft of land – a process begun in 1889 and completed in the 1950s – fuelled the guerrilla struggle against the regime of Ian Smith, whose Rhodesian Front opposed black majority rule, the matter was never properly addressed when Britain came back into the picture to effect a constitutional transition to independence under majority rule. Southern Rhodesia became Zimbabwe in 1980, but the social realities of the newly independent state remained embedded in an earlier historical period: some six thousand white farmers owned 15.5 million hectares of prime land, 39 per cent of the land in the country, while about 4.5 million farmers (a million households) in ‘communal areas’ were left to subsist on 16.4 million hectares of the most arid land, to which they’d been removed or confined by a century of colonial rule. In the middle were 8500 small-scale black farmers on about 1.4 million hectares of land.

This was not a sustainable arrangement in a country whose independence had been secured at the end of a long armed struggle supported by a land-hungry population. But the agreement that Britain drafted at Lancaster House in 1979 – and that the settlers eagerly backed – didn’t seem to take into account the kind of transition that would be necessary to secure a stable social order. Two of its provisions, one economic and the other political, reflected this short-termism: one called for land transfers on a ‘willing buyer, willing seller’ basis, with the British funding the scheme; the other reserved 20 per cent of seats in the House of Assembly for whites – 3 per cent of the population – giving the settler community an effective veto over any amendment to the Lancaster House terms. This was qualified majority rule at best. Both provisions had a time limit: 1990 for land transfers based on the market principle, and 1987 for the settler minority to set limits on majority rule. The deal sustained illusions among the settlers that what they had failed to achieve by UDI – Smith’s 1965 declaration of independence from the UK – and force of arms, they could now achieve through support from a government of ‘kith and kin’ (as Smith called it) in Britain. In reality, however, the agreement drew a line under settler privilege.

The inadequacy of the Lancaster House provisions for the decolonisation of land ensured that it remained the focus of politics in independent Zimbabwe. The course of land relations and land reform in Zimbabwe has over the years been meticulously documented by Sam Moyo, a professor who directs the African Institute of Agrarian Studies in Harare. Transfers during the first decade of independence were so minimal that they increased rather than appeased land hunger. The new regime in Harare, installed in 1980 and led by Mugabe and his party, Zanu, called for the purchase of eight million hectares to resettle 162,000 land-poor farming households from communal areas. But the ban on compulsory purchase drove up land prices and encouraged white farmers to sell only the worst land. As the decade drew to a close, only 58,000 families had been resettled on three million hectares of land. No more than 19 per cent of the land acquired between 1980 and 1992 was of prime agricultural value.

As the 1980s wore on, land transfers actually declined, dropping from 430,000 hectares per annum during the first half of the decade to 75,000 hectares during the second. The greater land hunger became, the more often invasions were mounted; in response, Mugabe created local ‘squatter control’ units in 1985, and they were soon evicting squatters in droves. At this point Zimbabwean law still defined a squatter in racial terms, as ‘an African whose house happens to be situated in an area which has been declared European or is set apart for some other reason’. By 1990, 40 per cent of the rural population was said to be landless or affected by the landlessness of dependent relations.

When the Lancaster House Agreement’s rules on land transfer expired in 1990, the pressure to take direct action was intensified by two very different developments: an IMF Structural Adjustment Programme and recurrent drought. Peasant production, which had been a meagre 8 per cent of marketed output at independence in 1980, and had shot up to 45 per cent by 1985, declined as a result of the programme. Trade-union analysts pointed out that employment growth also fell from 2.4 per cent in the late 1980s to 1.55 per cent in the period 1991-97. The percentage of households living in poverty throughout the country increased by 14 per cent in five years. There was now widespread squatting on all types of land, from communal areas to state land, commercial farms (mainly growing tobacco), resettlement areas and urban sites.

The demand for land reform came from two powerful groups at extreme ends of the social spectrum yet both firmly in Mugabe’s camp: the veterans of the liberation war and the small but growing number of indigenous businesses, hitherto the main beneficiaries of independence under majority rule. At the end of the liberation war in 1980, 20,000 guerrillas had been incorporated into the national army and other state organisations, and the rest – about 45,000 – had had to fend for themselves. They found it difficult to survive without land or a job, which is why land occupations began in the countryside soon after independence.

Mugabe and the Zanu leaders tended at first to dismiss complaints from veterans as expressions of resentment on the part of the rival liberation movement, Joshua Nkomo’s Zapu, which had been marginalised in 1980. But after Zanu and Zapu signed a unity accord in 1987, former fighters from both groups became involved in land agitation. Their most significant joint initiative was to form a welfare organisation, the Zimbabwe National Liberation War Veterans Association (ZNLWVA) in 1988, which called for pensions to be paid and land redistributed. It soon gained a large membership drawn from most sections of Zimbabwean society and from the two ethnic groups – the Shona majority and the Ndebele – which had defined Zanu and Zapu respectively. Its members, about 200,000 of them, came from a variety of classes, employed and unemployed, urban and rural, with positions in different branches of the state and party and the private sector. Although their strength lay in the countryside, the war vets formed the only alliance that was both independent of Mugabe and Zanu-PF, and could claim to have national support, giving them a decisive advantage over the better organised but urban-based trade-union federation in the power struggle that would shortly tear the country apart.

War vets were among the first targets of Structural Adjustment, when its effects began to be felt in 1991. Entire departments and ministries that had been heavily staffed by ex-combatants were disbanded and the stage set for a series of high-profile confrontations between veterans and government. Mugabe accused the vets of being ‘armchair critics’ at the inaugural conference of the ZNLWVA in April 1992; they went on to organise street demonstrations, lock top government and party officials in their offices, interrupt Mugabe’s Heroes’ Day speech in 1997, intervene in court sessions and besiege the State House.

After the Lancaster House Agreement had expired, the government tried to occupy the middle ground by shifting from the ‘willing buyer, willing seller’ formula with a new law, the Land Acquisition Act of 1992, which gave the state powers of compulsory purchase, though landowners retained the right to challenge the price set and to receive prompt compensation. By the late 1990s, market-led land transfers had dwindled to a trickle. So had British contributions to the fund set up to pay landowners, with a mere £44 million paid out between 1980 and 1992, much less than anticipated at Lancaster House. When New Labour took over in 1997, Clare Short, the minister for international development, claimed that since neither she nor her colleagues came from the landed class in Britain – ‘my own origins are Irish and as you know we were colonised not colonisers,’ she wrote to the Zimbabwean minister of agriculture and land – they could not be held responsible for what Britain had done in colonial Rhodesia.

This effective default coincided with a rise inside Zimbabwe of demands for compulsory acquisition. Veterans led land occupations at Svosve and Goromonzi in 1997, clashing with Mugabe and Zanu-PF. They were joined by local chiefs and party leaders, peasants and spirit mediums (who had played a key role in the liberation war against Ian Smith). The next year, a wave of co-ordinated land occupations swept across the country, with veterans receiving critical support from the Indigenous Business Development Centre (IBDC), an affirmative action lobby set up in 1988 by members of the new black bourgeoisie. From now on, two very different elements huddled under the war vets’ banner: the landless victims of settler colonialism and the elite beneficiaries of the end of settler rule.

It was largely for his own purposes, but also as a response to pressure from squatters, occupiers and their local leaders, as well as from sections of the new black elite, that in 1999 Mugabe decided to revise the constitution drafted at Lancaster House. Two major changes were envisaged: one would allow him to stay in power for two more terms and would ensure immunity from prosecution for political and military leaders accused of committing crimes while in office; the other would empower the government to seize land from white farmers without compensation, which was held to be the responsibility of Britain. The proposals were put to a referendum in February 2000 and defeated: 45.3 per cent of voters were in favour. But only a little more than 20 per cent of the electorate had cast a vote. The urban centres of Harare and Bulawayo were three to one against adoption; voting in the countryside was marked by large-scale abstentions. Post-colonial Zimbabwe had reached a turning point.

Very early on, the colonial bureaucracy had translated the ethnic mosaic of the country into an administrative map in such a way as to allow minimum co-operation and maximum competition between different ethnic groups and areas, ensuring among other things that labour for mining, manufacture and service was not recruited from areas where peasants were needed on large farms or plantations. These areas, as it happened, were mainly Shona and so, unsurprisingly, when the trade-union movement developed in Rhodesia, its leaders were mostly Ndebele, and had few links with the Shona leadership of the peasant-based liberation movement (Mugabe belongs to the Shona majority). I remember listening to the minister of labour in Harare in 1981 complain that workers had failed to support the nationalist movement. When I suggested that it might be useful to turn the proposition around and ask why the nationalist movement had failed to organise support among workers, there was silence.

The Shona-Ndebele divide so conspicuous in the two guerrilla movements produced great tension after independence between the mainly Shona government and the mainly Ndebele labour movement, with Mugabe’s ferocious repression in Ndebele areas in 1986 remaining the bloodiest phase in post-independence Zimbabwean history. The slaughter in Matabeleland was followed by a ‘reconciliation’ that paved the way for a unity government in 1987, but Zanu-PF leaders thereafter suspected all protest – from whatever source – of concealing an Ndebele agenda.

The Zimbabwe Congress of Trade Unions, formed in 1981 with the blessing of the government, had by the end of the decade distanced itself from its Zanu patrons, purged internal corruption and elected an independent leadership. In the 1990s it spearheaded the national agitation against Structural Adjustment and the one-party state that acquiesced in it. Yet its organisation in the countryside was confined to workers on commercial farms. The ZCTU had at first been an umbrella body for private sector unions. The spectacular growth of ZCTU, publicly its organisation of public sector workers, has been written about by two Zimbabwean social historians, Brian Raftapolous and Ian Phimister. After independence, workers in the rapidly Africanised public sector had retained close links to the government. But this began to change when the Structural Adjustment Programme led to public sector job losses and many African workers – especially veterans – were dismissed. When government workers came out on strike in 1996, the ZCTU was able to establish a base in the public sector. A general strike in 1997 and mass stay-aways the following year set the trade unions against the government. Civil servants – including teachers and health workers – who had declared allegiance to the ruling party and the state now began to affiliate to the ZCTU. In 1998, it organised a National Constituent Assembly, with the participation of civic, NGO and church groups.

By the time Mugabe put forward amendments to the Lancaster House constitution, an impressive alliance of forces – not only trade unions, churches, civic and NGO groups, but white farmers and Western governments – was arrayed for battle. The Movement for Democratic Change was formed a few months before the 2000 referendum, to campaign for a ‘no’ vote. The coalition was diverse, containing, on the one hand, public sector workers trying to roll back the tide of Structural Adjustment; on the other, uncompromising free-marketeers such as Eddie Cross, the MDC secretary of economic affairs and a senior figure in the Confederation of Zimbabwe Industries, who was intent on privatising almost everything, including education.

The veterans reacted to the defeat of the constitutional proposals by launching land occupations in Masvingo province. This prompted a split in the ruling party. With Mugabe out of the country, the acting president, Joseph Msika, told the police to torch the new squatter shacks. This was consistent with Zanu-PF policy: in the early days, Mugabe had been praised as a ‘conciliator’ by the international community for ensuring the security and property of those whites who remained in Zimbabwe, and evicting black squatters. Two decades later the position had changed: the support of the whites was no longer so important to Mugabe, and he was under enormous pressure from the veterans. With much to gain from casting his lot in with the rural insurgency, he returned from his trip and announced that there would be no government evictions. As land occupations spread to every province – 800 farms were occupied at the height of the protests – the split in the government and party hierarchy deepened. Inevitable tension between the executive and the judiciary undermined the rule of law; the executive sacked a number of judges, replacing them with others more sympathetic to land reform, and enacted pro-squatter legislation.

‘Fast-track’ land reform was now underway. The types of land that would be acquired compulsorily were specified by the government: unused or underutilised land, land owned by absentees or people with several farms; land above a certain area (determined by region) and land contiguous with communal areas. The white owners of around 2900 commercial farms listed for compulsory acquisition and redistribution were given 90 days to move out. Government directives specified that ‘owners of farms marked for redistribution will be compensated for improvements made on the land, but not for the land itself, as this land was stolen from the original owners in the colonial era.’

The closing date for ‘fast-track’ land acquisition – August 2002 – came and went, but occupations continued unimpeded until mid-2003, and on a diminished scale for a year or so after that. Chiefs fought for land for their constituents and for themselves, and so did their counterparts in the state bureaucracy and the private sector. In Matabeleland, a minority of pro-MDC chiefs were sceptical of land reform, but later submitted claims. The black elite made a brazen land grab in direct contravention of the ‘one person, one farm’ policy, provoking a hue and cry in society at large and within the ruling party; the government set up a presidential commission to determine the facts. Crucially, in 2005 the government passed an amendment declaring all agricultural land to be state land. Land was seized from nearly 4000 white farmers and redistributed: 72,000 large farmers received 2.19 million hectares and 127,000 smallholders received 4.23 million hectares.

What land reform has meant or may come to mean for Zimbabwe’s economy is still hotly disputed. Recently there have been signs that scholarly opinion is shifting. A study by Ian Scoones of Sussex University’s Institute of Development Studies – in collaboration with the Programme for Land and Agrarian Studies (PLAAS) at the University of the Western Cape – challenges some of the conventional wisdom in media and academic circles within and beyond Zimbabwe. The problem with this wisdom is that certain highly destructive aspects of reform – coercion; corruption and incompetence; cronyism in the redistribution of land; lack of funds and an absence of agricultural activity – have come to stand for the whole process. In particular, Scoones identifies five myths: that land reform has been a total failure; that its beneficiaries have been largely political cronies; that there is no new investment in the new settlements; that agriculture is in ruins; and that the rural economy has collapsed. Researchers at PLAAS have been quick to point out that over the past eight years small-scale farmers ‘have been particularly robust in weathering Zimbabwe’s political and economic turmoil, as well as drought’. Ben Cousins, the director of PLAAS and one of the most astute South African analysts of agrarian change – who had previously argued that the land reform would destroy agricultural production – now says that the future of Zimbabwe lies in providing small farmers with subsidies so that food security can be achieved. According to researchers at the African Institute for Agrarian Studies in Harare, new farms need to receive subsidised maize seed and fertiliser for a few seasons before achieving full production. Some might give up during this period, but not many – partly because the land tenure system doesn’t allow land sales; only land permits or leases can be acquired.

Zimbabwe has seen the greatest transfer of property in southern Africa since colonisation and it has all happened extremely rapidly. Eighty per cent of the 4000 white farmers were expropriated; most of them stayed in Zimbabwe. Redistribution revolutionised property-holding, adding more than a hundred thousand small owners to the base of the property pyramid. In social and economic – if not political – terms, this was a democratic revolution. But there was a heavy price to pay.

The first casualty was the rule of law, already tenuous by 1986. When international donors pressured the regime in the run-up to the parliamentary elections of 2000 by suspending aid and loans – a boycott favoured by the MDC and the unions – the government simply fixed the result in its favour. In the violence that followed, more than a hundred people died, including six white farmers and 11 black farm labourers. Some of the violence was government-sponsored and most of it state-sanctioned. The judiciary was reshaped, local institutions in rural areas narrowly politicised, and laws were passed which granted local agencies the powers necessary to crush opponents of land reform. Denouncing his adversaries in the trade unions and NGOs as servants of the old white ruling class, Mugabe authorised the militias and state security agencies to hound down opposition, as repression and reform went hand in hand. In 2003, the leading independent newspaper, the Daily News, was shut down. While jubilant government supporters applauded the sweep of the revolution in agrarian areas, the opposition denounced the repression that accompanied it. Land reform had been ruthless, but in 2004, the violence began to abate. There was noticeably less violence surrounding the parliamentary elections of 2005.

In retrospect, it is striking how little turmoil accompanied this massive social change. The explanation lies in the participation of key rural figures in ad hoc but officially sanctioned land committees. When first introduced in 1996, these committees had mixed fortunes, some not functioning at all, others becoming instruments of this or that group of squatters. But a radical change occurred in 2000, when the committees were expanded to include centrally appointed security officials, ruling party representatives and local government personnel, as well as local veterans and traditional leaders. Charged with implementing fast-track land reform, these committees sidelined the old local administrative structures. They also had a national impact, since they reported to similarly constituted provincial committees, which in turn reported to the Ministry of Local Government. It was the infusion of veterans that gave the new semi-bureaucratic committees the edge over their wholly bureaucratic counterparts. Local committees usually comprised between 15 and 30 members. The veterans formed ‘base camps’ represented by ‘committees of seven’ which took the lead in identifying land for acquisition as well as finding prospective beneficiaries (mostly from veterans’ waiting lists and rosters in former ‘communal areas’). They also judged disputes, punished petty criminals and allocated farm equipment, seeds and so on. In a word, the committees co-ordinated everything, thus constituting new centres of power.

The second casualty of the reform was farm labourers. There were about 300,000 in all, around half of them part-time. Fast-track reform resulted in a massive displacement of these workers, who were traditionally drawn from migrant labour. Nearly a fifth came from neighbouring states and were regarded with suspicion by peasants in communal areas; even if they’d been born locally, they were often seen as foreigners and denied citizenship rights. Migrants and women (many employed as casual labour) were the weakest links in the rural mobilisation for land reform. Many were thought to have been encouraged by landowners to vote against the government’s constitutional proposals, and the anti-land-reform lobby certainly tried to organise farm workers, ostensibly to protect their jobs, but really to protect the white ownership of farms. When the workers rallied by the MDC, civil society activists and white farmers clashed with veteran-led occupiers, they came off badly. Occupiers held meetings to explain to workers what was at stake and eventually came themselves to distinguish between white farms, not only on the basis of size, proximity to communal areas, and the amount of unused land, but also on the basis of the farmer’s attitudes, particularly on race and towards his workers, and whether he had participated in the counter-insurgency during the independence struggle.

Some of the 150,000 full-time farm workers threw in their lot with the occupiers, though usually not on the farms where they had been employed. About 90,000 kept their jobs on sugar and tea estates, and on new or already established tobacco and horticulture farms. About 8000 were granted land, but most were denied it on the grounds that they or their elders had come from foreign countries, though some were given citizenship. Many went from steady employment to contract or casual work; many others were forced to supplement their meagre incomes through fishing, petty trading, theft and prostitution.

The best publicised casualties of the land reform movement were the urban poor who hoped to benefit from extending land invasions to urban areas. The veterans spearheaded occupations of urban residential land in 2000-1. Housing co-operatives and other associations followed their lead and set up ‘illegal’ residential or business sites. But the state feared that it would lose control over towns to the MDC if the land reform movement was allowed to spread and met these occupations with stiff repression, including Operation Restore Order/ Murambatsvina, a surprise military-style intervention in 2005 in which tens of thousands of families were evicted. Not surprisingly, those who opposed land reform in rural areas were the strongest critics of government efforts to stifle occupations in urban areas.

The final casualty was food production: Zimbabwe, once a food surplus country, is today deficient in both foreign exchange and food. In 2002-3, half the population depended on food aid: this was a drought year and the figures improved in 2004-5. The UN now estimates that nearly half the country’s 13.3 million inhabitants will once again be dependent on food aid in 2009, after another drought year. A million of these are poor, urban residents who can’t afford imported food. The rest are peasants, most of them hit by drought. Climate change is clearly a factor here, its role most obvious in marginal land: the communal areas worked by millions of small farmers. A 2002 World Food Programme study noted that there had been three droughts in Zimbabwe since 1982 and that the 2002 drought, which also affected several neighbouring countries in Southern Africa, was the worst in 20 years. The WFP estimated that 12.8 million people in the region would require assistance as a result of that drought and that in Zimbabwe alone, overall production would decline by 25 per cent, with cereal production down 57 per cent and maize, the staple in the diet of ordinary Zimbabweans, down by a devastating two-thirds.

To separate out the effect of drought and that of reform – and thus to understand how land reform has hit production – one needs first to distinguish between three groups of agricultural producer: local white farmers, who were the target of the land reform; peasants with farms in communal areas; and foreign corporations, whose large farms (except for small tracts of unused land) remain intact. Harry Oppenheimer, for example, lost most of his private land, but his firm, Anglo American, kept its sugar estates, which it then sold to Tongaat Hulett, a South African firm with 15,000 hectares in Zimbabwe. In a nutshell, white commercial farmers focused on export crops, whereas communal farmers were the major source of food security. The production of tobacco, hitherto the main source of foreign exchange, is concentrated in large-scale commercial farms; it has seen the most severe decline, almost entirely as a result of land reform. Maize and cotton are peasant crops and have not really been directly affected by land reform, but have suffered badly from prolonged drought – maize production was down by 90 per cent between 2000 and 2003. In contrast, the production of crops – sugar, tea, coffee – grown mainly by the large corporate plantations has remained steady.

Besides drought and reform, there is a third cause of declining production: the targeted donor boycott. Zimbabwe has been the target of Western sanctions twice in the last 50 years: once after UDI in 1965 (very ‘soft’ sanctions, which did not stop the country becoming the second most industrialised in sub-Saharan Africa by the mid-1970s) and again after Zimbabwe’s entry into the Congo war in August 1998. Zimbabwe’s involvement in the war was not well received in the West. Participants in the donor conference for Zimbabwe that year were decidedly lukewarm about committing funds. Britain announced a review of arms sales to Zimbabwe and, after the conference, again disclaimed any responsibility for funding land reform. The following year the IMF suspended lending to Zimbabwe, while the US and the UK decided to fund the labour movement, led by the ZCTU, first to oppose constitutional change and then to launch the MDC as a full-fledged opposition party. Its enemies have claimed that, by the late 1990s, the ZCTU was dependent on foreign sources for two-thirds of its income. Once ‘fast-track’ land reform began in 2000, the Western donor community shut the door on Zimbabwe.

The sanctions regime, led by the US and Britain, was elaborate, tested during the first Iraq war and then against Iran. In 2001 Jesse Helms, previously a supporter of UDI, sponsored the Zimbabwe Democracy and Economic Recovery bill (another sponsor was Hillary Clinton) and it became law in December that year. Part of the act was a formal injunction on US officials in international financial institutions to ‘oppose and vote against any extension by the respective institution of any loan, credit or guarantee to the government of Zimbabwe’. In autumn 2001 the IMF had declared Zimbabwe ‘ineligible to use the general resources of the IMF’ and removed it from the list of countries that could borrow from its Poverty and Growth Facility. In 2002, it issued a formal declaration of non-co-operation with Zimbabwe and suspended all technical assistance. The US legislation also authorised Bush to fund ‘an independent and free press and electronic media in Zimbabwe’ and to allocate six million dollars for ‘democracy and governance programmes’. This was fighting talk, Cold War vintage. The normative language of sanctions focuses less on the issues that prompted them in the first place – Zimbabwe’s intervention in the Congo war and the introduction of fast-track reform – than on the need for ‘good governance’. In citing the absence of this as a reason for its imposition of sanctions in 2002, the EU violated Article 98 of the Cotonou Agreement, which requires that disputes between African, Caribbean and Pacific (ACP) countries and the EU be resolved by the joint EU-ACP Council of Ministers.

Clearly, the old paradigm of sanctions – isolation – has given way to a more interventionist model, which combines punishment of the regime with subsidies for the opposition. So-called ‘smart’ sanctions are intended to target the government and its key supporters. In 2002, the US, Britain and the EU began freezing the assets of state officials and imposing travel bans. Only four days after the EU imposed sanctions, the US expanded the list of targeted individuals to include prominent businessmen and even church leaders, such as the pro-regime Anglican bishop, Nolbert Kunonga.

Nonetheless, sanctions mainly affect the lives of ordinary people. Gideon Gono, governor of the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe, wrote recently that the country’s foreign exchange reserves had declined from $830 million, representing three months’ import cover in 1996, to less than one month’s cover by 2006. Total foreign payments arrears increased from $109 million at the end of 1999 to $2.5 billion at the end of 2006. Foreign direct investment had shrunk from $444.3 million in 1998 to $50 million in 2006. Donor support, even to sectors vital to popular welfare, such as health and education, was at an all-time low. Danish support for the health sector, $29.7 million in 2000, was suspended. Swedish support for education was also suspended. The US issued travel warnings, blocked food aid during the heyday of land reform and opposed Zimbabwe’s application to the Global Fund to Fight Aids – the country has the fourth highest infection rate in the world. Though it was renewed in 2005, the Zimbabwe grant is meagre. Agriculture has been affected too: scale matters, but no one disputes that subsidies are vital for agriculture to be sustainable, and sanctions have made it more difficult to put a proper credit regime in place.

Despite the EU’s imposition of sanctions in the run-up to the parliamentary elections of 2002, Mugabe polled 56.2 per cent of the vote against Morgan Tsvangirai of the MDC’s 42 per cent. There were widespread allegations of Zanu-PF violence and last-minute gerrymandering, with polling stations in urban areas – Tsvangirai’s electoral base – closing early and extra stations being set up in rural areas, where Mugabe’s support was assured. Nonetheless, it was clear that support for Zanu-PF was higher than in the pre-fast-track elections of 2000. Bush and Blair refused to recognise the outcome, but Namibia, Nigeria and the South African observer team, which had monitored the elections, concluded that the result was legitimate. Whatever the truth of the matter, the Africans could do little in the face of mounting Western pressure, from Britain especially: a three-member panel of Commonwealth countries – Australia, Nigeria and South Africa – was convened to consider the question of Zimbabwe. There were reports of intense pressure from Tony Blair on Thabo Mbeki. The panel suspended Zimbabwe from the Commonwealth for a year. Zimbabwe withdrew from the organisation.

The experience of land reform in Zimbabwe has set alarm bells ringing in South Africa and all the former settler colonies where land shortage is still an issue. In South Africa especially, the upheaval and bitterness felt in Zimbabwe seems to suggest that the ‘Malaysian path’ to peaceful redistribution and development is not inevitable. An anxious South Africa and less powerful members of the Southern Africa Development Community tend to feel that sanctions, along with other destabilising policies pursued by the West against Zimbabwe, have only made matters worse. SADC states have long tried to reconcile the need to resist Western influence with the fact that they serve as a bridge between Africa and the wealthy Western economies, but South Africa’s non-confrontational policy vis-à-vis Mugabe – which Mbeki pursued despite mounting criticism from the ANC and the unions in South Africa – along with its provision of fuel and electricity to its northern neighbour, set it at odds with Western governments. South Africa and the SADC states describe their approach as one of ‘non- interference’, ‘stabilisation’ and ‘quiet diplomacy’, but the West sees it as a deliberate effort to undermine sanctions, and critics in South Africa – most recently Mandela – found the Mbeki line much too conciliatory.

In 2007, SADC called for an end to sanctions against Zimbabwe and international support for a post-land-reform recovery programme, but earlier this year Western countries brought their influence to bear on key SADC members – Botswana and Zambia – to split the organisation. Ian Khama, the president of Botswana, went so far as to announce publicly that he would not recognise the results of the 2008 elections. The pressure on SADC came not only from Western countries, but from trade-union movements in the region, in particular Cosatu of South Africa, which has strong links with the ZCTU. Here is another striking aspect of the current Zimbabwe crisis: it is not just Western and pro- Western governments that have joined the sanctions regime, but many activists and intellectuals, for the most part progressives, have aligned themselves with distant or long-standing enemies in an effort to dislodge an authoritarian government clinging to power on the basis of historic grievances about the colonial theft of land. Symbolic of this was the refusal by Cosatu-affiliated unions to unload a cargo of Chinese arms destined for Zimbabwe when the An Yue Jiang sailed into Durban in April.

The arguments, which are not new, turn on questions of nationalism and democracy, pitting champions of national sovereignty and state nationalism against advocates of civil society and internationalism. One group accuses the other of authoritarianism and self-righteous intolerance; it replies that its critics are wallowing in donor largesse. Nationalists speak of a historical racism that has merely migrated from government to civil society with the end of colonial rule, while civil society activists speak of an ‘exhausted’ nationalism, determined to feed on old injustices. This fierce disagreement is symptomatic of the deep divide between urban and rural Zimbabwe. Nationalists have been able to withstand civil society-based opposition, reinforced by Western sanctions, because they are supported by large numbers of peasants. The tussle between these groups has even greater poignancy in former settler colonies than it had a generation earlier in former colonies north of the Limpopo, for the simple reason that the central legacy of settler colonialism – the land question – remained unresolved and explosive after independence. Southern African leaders have tried, with some success, to put out the fires in Zimbabwe before they spread beyond its borders. It is worth noting that the agreement between Zanu-PF and the MDC signed in September and brokered by Mbeki accepts land redistribution as irreversible and registers disagreement only over how it was carried out; it also holds Britain responsible for compensating white farmers. In the wake of Mbeki’s resignation as president of South Africa it is vital that this agreement remains in place. Few doubt that this is the hour of reckoning for former settler colonies. The increasing number of land invasions in KwaZulu Natal, and the violence that has accompanied them, indicate that the clock is ticking.

Bibliographical Note
Moyo, Sam & Paris Yeros (2005b), ‘Land Occupations and Land Reform in Zimbabwe: Towards the National Democratic Revolution’, in Reclaiming the Land, edited by Sam Moyo and Paris Yeros, London: Zed Books; Moyo, Sam and Paris Yeros (2007), ‘The Radicalised State: Zimbabwe’s Interrupted Revolution’, Review of African Political Economy, 111; Moyo, Sam & Paris Yeros (forthcoming), ‘After Zimbabwe: State, Nation and Region in Africa’, in S. Moyo, P. Yeros & J. Vadell (eds.), The National Question Today: The Crisis of Sovereignty in Africa, Asia and Latin America; Chambati, W. and S. Moyo, Fast Track Land Reform and the Political Economy of Farm Workers in Zimbabwe, Harare: AIAS Monograph Series, forthcoming For a critical point of view, see, Lloyd Sachikonye, “The Land is the Economy: Revisiting the Land Question,” African Security Review 14(3), 2005; and, Raftopoulos, Brian & Ian Phimister (2004), ‘Zimbabwe Now: The Political Economy of Crisis and Coercion’, Historical Materialism, 12: 4; Patrick Bond and Masimba Manyanya, Zimbabwe's Plunge - Exhausted Nationalism, Neoliberalism and the Search for Social Justice, Merlin Press, 2002; Henry Bernstein, ‘Land reform in Southern Africa in World Historical Perspective,’ ROAPE 96, 2003

On the non-Zimbabwean debate on the land reform, see, http://www.lalr.org.za/news/a-new-start-for-zimbabwe-by-ian-scoones.html (accessed on 27 September, 2008); IRIN, “Small Scale Farming Seen As the Only Alternative to Food Insecurity,” 22 September 2008. For a contrary point of view, see, Henry Bernstein, ‘Land reform in Southern Africa in World Historical Perspective,’ Review of African Political Economy 96, 2003

On war veterans, see, Sadomba, W (2006) War veterans and the land occupation movement in Zimbabwe, forthcoming, Harare;

On climate change and the impact of drought, see, C.H. Matarira, J.M. Makadho, F.C. Mwamuka, "Zimbabwe: Climate Change Impacts on Maize Production and Adaptive Measures for the Agricultural Sector," Interim Report on Climate Change Country Studies, 1995, www.gcrio.org

On sanctions, see, Gregory Elich, ‘Zimbabwe Under Siege,’ Swans Commentary Zimbabwe Under Seige, http://www.swans.com/library/art8/elich004.html; Dr. Gideon Gono: How sanctions are ruining Zimbabwe, opinion piece, African Business, 2007.

On the debate among progressive intellectuals in Zimbabwe, see, Sam Moyo and Paris Yeros, ‘The Zimbabwe Question and the Two Lefts.’ Forthcoming in Historical Materialism, vol. 14, no. 4, 2007

Mahmood Mamdani is Herbert Lehman Professor of Government in the Departments of Anthropology, Political Science and International Affairs at Columbia University. He is from Uganda.

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