Remove Robert Mugabe – Appeal for a worldwide reading on September 9, 2007

For Democracy and Media Freedom in Zimbabwe: Appeal for a worldwide reading on September 9, 2007 The human rights abuses in Zimbabwe go back to the early 80s, when Robert Mugabe implemented the Gukurahundi operation - the bloody murder of more than 20.000 Ndebele people. Since 2000 he has been responsible for the eviction of whitefarmers from their land, actions which have led to corn shortages and, consequently, to terrible famine. During the Murambatsvina (filth removal) campaign of 2005, Mugabe responded to the opposition’s demonstrations by having several slums bulldozed. Hundreds of opposition members and dissidents have been arrested, kidnapped or tortured. A general ban on demonstrations has been in force since February 2007. The freedom of the press is extremely limited and there is discrimination against foreign media. Mugabe influenced the election by means of violence and absolute control in such a way that fear was caused to everyone who voted for the opposition. In mid-March 2007 Zimbabwe’s most important opposition party leader, Morgan Tsvangirai, was arrested during a protest rally and later severely beaten in custody.

Only a decade ago Zimbabwe had been one of the richest and most developed countries in Africa, with the highest educational standards on the continent and a literacy rate of almost 85%. Over recent years Mugabe has led his country to economic collapse and his people into bitter poverty. Officially, Zimbabwe’s inflation rate is 3700%, the highest in the world. The unemployment rate is 80%. With an average life expectancy of 34 years for women and 37 years for men, Zimbabwe has become the country with the lowest life expectancy in the world.

Through this reading the international literature festival Berlin would like to help draw attention to the situation in this post colonial country. The reality of Zimbabwe had been concealed long enough, unfortunately also by members of the political class in South Africa, which shoulders a special responsibility in this matter.

We would like to ask for your support for our project and we appeal to radio stations, schools, universities, theatres and other cultural institutions in Africa and all over the world to read poems by Chenjerai Hove, Chirikuré Chirikuré and Dumbudzo Marecharas, Elinor Sisulu’s foreword written for the book “Gukurahundi in Zimbabwe: A Report on the Disturbances in Matabeleland and the Midlands 1980-1988” (Johannesburg 2007). It attacks the silence, the result of a false sense of solidarity, which is one of the bases of Mugabe’s power.

Everybody is authorised to use the attached texts and poems in readings and performances as all the rights are open on September 9, 2007.

This appeal has been signed by: Hector Abad, Colombia; Ali Abdollahi, ; Meena Alexander, India/USA; Tariq Ali, /U.K.; Eugenijus Alisanka, Lithuania; Maria Teresa Andruetto, Argentina; Yuri Andrukhovych, Ukraine; Hanan Al-Shaykh, Lebanon/U.K.; Homero Aridjis, Mexico; Jorge Luis Arzola, Cuba/Germany; John Ashbery, USA; Margaret Atwood, Canada; Ricardo Azevedo, Brazil; Alessandro Baricco, Italy; Jeanne Benameur, France; Zofia Beszczynska, Poland; Piedad Bonnett, Colombia; Breyten Breytenbach, South Africa/France/Senegal; André Brink, South Africa; Martha Brooks, Canada; Pam Brown, Australia; Melvin Burgess, U.K.; José Anibal Campos, Cuba; Raúl Antonio Capote, Cuba; Patricia Cavalli, Italy; Gianni Celati, Italy; Dilip Chitre, India; J.M. Coetzee, South Africa/Australia; Bora Cosic, Germany/Croatia; Edgardo Cozarinsky, Argentina; Alonso Cueto, Peru; Bei Dao, USA/China; Mahmoud Darwish, Palestine; Siddhartha Deb, India; Don DeLillo, USA; Xabier P. DoCampo, Spain; Ariel Dorfman, Chile; Tishani Doshi, India; Finuala Dowling, South Africa; Arkadii Dragomoshchenko, Russia; Dave Eggers, USA; Asli Erdogan, ; Jeffrey Eugenides, USA/Germany; J. Glenn Evans, USA; Nuruddin Farah, Somalia/South Africa; Raymond Federman, USA; Enrique Fierro, Uruguay/USA; Christoph Fleischer, Germany; Jonathan Safran Foer, USA; Jon Fosse, ; Carlos Franz, Chile/Spain; Greg Gatenby, Canada; Jochen Gerz, Germany/ France; Natasza Goerke, Poland/Germany; Nadine Gordimer, South Africa; Ronnie Govender, South Africa; Jorie Graham, USA; Günter Grass, Germany; Ha Jin, China; Ulla Hahn, Germany; Ulf Peter Hallberg, Sweden/Germany; Philip Hammial, Australia; Aziz Hassim, South Africa; Milton Hatoum, Brazil; Hannes Heer, Germany; Daniel Hevier, Slovakia; Jaime Huenún, Chile; David Huerta, Mexico; Jabbar Yassin Hussein, Iraq/France; Nancy Huston, Canada; Eirik Ingebrigtsen, Norway; Drago Jancar, Germany; Louis Jensen, Denmark; Ulrike Kistner, Germany/South Africa; Ingrid de Kok, South Africa; Nicole Krauss, USA; Ekkehart Krippendorff, Germany; Antjie Krog, South Africa; Hari Kunzru, UK; Goretti Kyomuhendo, Uganda; Simon Levy, USA; Claudio Magris, Italy; Jamal Mahjoub, U.K./Denmark; Norman Manea, Romania/USA; Federica Matta, France; Zakes Mda, South Africa; Abdelwahab Meddeb, Tunisia/France; Pauline Melville, U.K.; Amanda Michalopoulou, Greece; Poni Micharvegas, Argentina; Pankaj Mishra, India/USA; Adrian Mitchell, U.K.; Paul Muldoon, USA; Verónica Murguia, Mexico; Alberto Mussa, Brazil; Azar Nafisi, Iran/USA; Nabil Naoum, Egypt; Marie N`Diaye, France; Per Nilsson, Sweden/Denmark; Wilfried N'Sondé, Congo/Germany; Elsa Osorio, rgentina/Spain; Michael Palmer, USA; Thorsten Palzhoff, Germany; Hagar Peeters, Netherlands; Hans Pienaar, South Africa; Henning J. Pieterse, Netherlands; Antonio José Ponte, Cuba; José Prats, Mexico; José Manuel Prieto, Cuba; Francine Prose, USA; Tania Quintero, Cuba/Switzerland; Laura Restrepo, Colombia; Adrienne Rich, USA; Raúl Rivero, Cuba/Spain; Santiago Roncagliolo, Peru; Alberto Ruy Sanchez, Mexico; Rolando Sánchez Mejías, Cuba/Spain; Faraj Sarkohi, Iran/Germany; Joachim Sartorius, Germany; K.S. Satchidanandan, India; Peter Schneider, Germany; Eugene Schoulgin, Norway; Hermann Schulz, Germany; Thomas Schwarz, Germany; Eduardo Sguiglia, Argentina; Ishtiyaq Shukri, South Africa; Nicholas Shakespeare, U.K.; Nasrin Siege, Iran/Germany; Manuel Sosa, Cuba/USA; Peter Stamm, Switzerland; Matthew Sweeney, Ireland/U.K.; Tajima Shinji, Japan; Veronique Tadjo, France/U.K.; Nathaniel Tarn, U.K./USA; Paulo Teixeira, Portugal; Ivan Thays, Peru; Annika Thor, Sweden; Peter Torberg, Germany; Jutta Treiber, Austria; Tenzin Tsundue, Tibet/India; Ko Un, Korea; John Updike, USA; Chiara Valerio, Italy; Carolyn van Langenberg, U.K./Australia; Mario Vargas Llosa, Peru; Haris Vlavianos, Greece; Ornela Vorpsi, Albania; Abdourahman Waberi, Djibouti/France; Cécile Wajsbrot, France/Germany; Eliot Weinberger, USA; Cao Wenxuan, China; Herbert Wiesner, Germany; Gernot Wolfram, Germany; Yang Lian, China/U.K.

Gukurahundi in Zimbabwe:

A Report on the Disturbances in Matabeleland and the Midlands 1980–1988 Introduction to the 2007 Edition by Elinor Sisulu

All that is needed for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. Edmund Burke, 18th Century British statesman and political thinker

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Martin Luther King Junior, African-American civil rights leader

All humanity is one individual and indivisible family and each one of us is responsible for the misdeeds of all the others. I cannot detach myself from the wickedest soul. Mahatma Ghandi, Indian freedom fighter and philosopher.

The Shona expression “Gukurahundi”, meaning “the first rain that washes away the chaff of the last harvest before the spring rains” used to have pleasant connotations. For farmers in water-scarce environments, there are few things more pleasurable than the smell of the first rains on dry dusty soil, the coolness and freshness of the air afterwards and the promise a new season of bountiful harvests.

In the 1980s the term Gukurahundi assumed an entirely new meaning when the notorious North Korean-trained Fifth Brigade murdered thousands of people in the Zimbabwean province of Matabeleland and parts of Midlands. Both the Fifth Brigade and the period of mayhem and murder they caused were called Gukurahundi, which is why, since then, the word Gukurahundi invokes nothing but negative emotions among Zimbabweans, ranging from indifference, shame, denial, terror, bitter anger and deep trauma, depending on whether one is a victim, perpetrator or one of the millions of citizens who remained silent.

When I was asked to write this foreword, my first reaction was to refuse. “What right do I have to be given such a platform,” I asked myself. “Surely such an honour should be accorded to one of the survivors?” But then I recalled a writer’s conference a few years ago where I listened to the testimony of Yolande Mukagasana, a Rwandan woman whose husband and three children were murdered in the 1994 genocide. In the aftermath of that catastrophe, Yolande has worked on healing herself and finding a purpose in life by taking care of Rwandan orphans and through writing. I was profoundly distressed by Yolande’s testimony. The title of one of her books “Les Blessures du Silence” (The Wounds of Silence) comes to mind whenever I grapple with the capacity of human societies to ignore gross human rights violations even if these happen right in their midst. Nelson Mandela commented on this tendency with reference to Rwanda: “The louder and more piercing the cries of despair - even when that despair results in half-a-million dead in Rwanda – the more these cries seem to encourage an instinctive reaction to raise our hands so as to close our eyes and ears.” (Nelson Mandela In the words of Nelson Mandela by Jenny Crwys-Williams, Penguin 2004)

It is no coincidence that this report is entitled “Breaking the Silence.” Indeed, one of its main intentions is to get national acknowledgement of a “chunk of Zimbabwean history which is largely unknown except to those who experienced it first hand.” The report points out that one of the most painful aspects of the Gukurahundi massacres was that the plight of the victims and survivors was and continues to be unacknowledged. They are still suffering from the wounds of silence. And who is responsible for inflicting these wounds? The perpetrators obviously have a vested interest in maintaining this silence. But what about the rest of us who lived through those years and continued our lives as if nothing was happening? Are we not equally responsible for the wounds of silence, both while the horrific events of Gukurahundi were unfolding and in their aftermath? Even today many of us continue to be silent. As I read this report I feel a deep sense of shame about my own silence. There are many in Zimbabwe who would give the excuse that they did not know what was happening, and indeed many of them would be speaking the truth. Emergency regulations designed by the Mugabe regime ensured a total media blackout of the affected areas. The activities of the dissidents were reported in much detail but the operations of the army were a no-go area for the media. Consequently, large sections of the population remained ignorant. But those of us who had family in Matabeleland had no excuse. Right from the start of the Fifth Brigade campaign, news filtered out through family and community networks that there was something horrendous going on. When I visited my grandparents’ home on the outskirts of Bulawayo, I recall the lowering of voices when there was discussion about relatives who had been forced to flee the terror in the rural areas, arriving in the city with little more than the clothes on their backs. We did what we could for them and kept our mouths shut.

As a young civil servant in Harare, I was conscious of the divisions between those who would engage in whispered conversations about this awful thing called Gukurahundi and those who would simply pretend it did not exist. I recall an oftrepeated conversation, or various versions of it” “Does Mugabe know what is going on? His people cannot be giving a true picture of what is happening otherwise he would not allow it.” What a naïve and ridiculous belief! The Fifth Brigade did not fall within the army chain of command but was directly answerable to the highest office in the land. With hindsight we know without a doubt that President Robert Mugabe was fully aware and part of the campaign of mass murder in the Matabeleland hinterland. At the time many of us were too enamoured of our great liberation hero to allow ourselves to confront all the evidence of his direct complicity. Zimbabweans were not prepared to see the fly in the ointment of their newly-found peace. The ZANU PF government did well in the first years of its rule, investing massively in education and health. A world of new opportunities had opened for the black middle class and black peasant farmers for the first time had access to credit and extension advice. They made the most of these opportunities and in the first few years of independence they dramatically increased their agricultural production.

The eyes and ears of the international community were also closed. In contrast to the propaganda image of the radical Marxist leader, Robert Mugabe was moderation itself during his first few years in office. There was no nationalisation of industry and he won accolades for handing an olive branch to the white population. Zimbabwe was a problem that had been solved and no one was prepared to open a Pandora’s box. The cries of the Ndebele people fell on deaf ears.

Reading the report after all these years, I am amazed by my own ignorance about a period that I thought I knew. The stories of physical and psychological torture, rape and other forms of sexual abuse, starvation of the population, burning of homes and granaries, disappearances, bodies thrown down mineshafts and murders are all familiar and consistent with what I had heard described by relatives. However, I was taken aback by the account of the mass shooting of 62 young men and women on the banks of the Cewale River in Lupane on 5 March 1983. The silence that greeted this massacre is in direct contrast to the 1960 Sharpeville Massacre, news of which reverberated around the world.

The Gukurahundi operations came to an end with the 1987 Unity Accord between ZAPU and ZANU. As at the end of the liberation war in 1980, all those guilty of violations were protected by a general amnesty. The Report notes the important fact that once more in Zimbabwe’s history, those responsible for the most heinous acts against unarmed civilians were not held accountable for their actions, thus strengthening the culture of impunity that prevails in Zimbabwe. The human rights violations since 2000 are a product of this culture of impunity. The same tools of intimidation, physical and psychological torture and murder have been used, albeit on a lesser scale, in the recent violations. The difference is that they are targeted not at a particular ethnic group but at opposition leaders throughout the country.

The 2005 Operation Murambatsvina campaign in which the government deployed police and army units to bulldoze or burn down the homes and businesses of people in urban areas around the country has echoes of Gukurahundi. Once again the imagery of cleansing is used, murambatsvina literally meaning ‘to remove filth’. Once again people are defined as in terms that justifies their removal – just as the Ndebele were the “chaff” to be washed away by the first rains, so the poverty-stricken urban masses are described by the police chief Augustine Chihuri as a “crawling mass of maggots bent on destroying the economy.”

Some survivors of Gukurahundi have reacted cynically to the furore around Operation Murambatsvina. They comment that Murambatsvina “is absolutely nothing compared to Gukurahundi. They (implying the Shonas) are making a fuss because they themselves are affected. When it was happening to us they said nothing.” This reminded me of German anti-Nazi theologian, Pastor Martin Niemöller’s prophetic statement in 1945: “First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up, because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak.”

Far from being a closed chapter, Gukurahundi has left a festering wound in the psyche of the Zimbabwean nation. As anti-apartheid campaigner and bomb survivor, Father Michael Lapsley has pointed out: “The poison of hurt that has happened over generations continues to infect the present. The present has been infected by the past.” (Statement made in presentation at Symposium on Civil Society and Justice in Zimbabwe, August 1983). The Zimbabwean people are speaking out and as much as they would hope to bury the discussion, ZANU PF leaders are forced to respond. Present Robert Mugabe came as close as he could to an apology when he described Gukurahundi as “a moment of madness” that must never be repeated. A long moment indeed.

Veteran ZANU PF leader Nathan Shamuyarira recently said he had no regrets about the operation because it had been necessary to deal with the dissidents in Matabeleland. Such comments underline the need for this report. It is absolutely crucial for the healing of the Zimbabwean nation to work towards some form of restorative justice. Giving death certificates to the families of all those who disappeared would be a good place to start. It is crucial for all Zimbabweans to read this report not only to understand and acknowledge the grief and trauma of their compatriots but also to understand the violence of the past five years. Father Michael Lapsley has noted that “If we have something done to us, we are victims. If we physically survive, we are survivors. Sadly, many never travel any further and remain prisoners of moments in history, psychologically, emotionally and spiritually. To become a victor is to move from being an object of history to becoming a subject once more.” It is high time Gukurahundi survivors became subjects of their history by having their stories acknowledged.

The report is important not only for Zimbabweans but for others in the region, especially South Africa, which hosts the largest Zimbabwean diaspora. Speaking about Rwanda, South African President Thabo Mbeki said: "A time such as this demands that the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth should be told. It should be told because not to tell it is to create the conditions for the crime to recur." In the same statement he said: “Because we were preoccupied with extricating ourselves from our own nightmare, we did not cry out as loudly as we should have against the enormous and heinous crime against the people of Rwanda that was committed in 1994. For that we owe the people of Rwanda a sincere apology, which I now extend in all sincerity and humility.” (Statement of the President of the Republic of South Africa, Thabo Mbeki at the Commemoration of the 10th Anniversary of the Commencement of the 1994 Genocide in Rwanda, Kigali 7 April 2004)

This statement could easily apply to Gukurahundi. The truth needs to be told because not to tell it is to create the conditions for the crime to re-occur. The silence needs to be broken. Hopefully, one day the leaders of this region who have not cried out as loudly as they should have against the enormous and heinous crimes against the people of Zimbabwe that were committed in the past 23 years, will see fit to apologise to the people of Zimbabwe.

Chenjerai Hove – Nights With Ghosts - A Child's Letter from the Rubble (written after Operation Murambatsvina, in which the Zimbabwe government destroyed 700,000 houses) dear samueri, my friend, anger i will never see you again; blood in their eyes to destroy our only home? maybe i will. but i shall not know even teacher mutawu, until father finds us a new address. he also has no address. addresses! i saw out school we have none anymore. in the fire. we are of no address. i saw our teacher crying, now that i have written this letter, carried away by police where do i post it to? with guns and anger. shall i say, i will continue writing this letter, samueri, samueri care of the next rubble till i know harare? your address or shall i say, teacher mutawu's address samueri, my father's work address care of all the filth, my little sister's address salisbury? my little dog's address our little street, my mother's address everyone's address, you remember? the one without broken glass, care of spca the one where we urinated freely care of filth department behind the small market care of order and our mothers called us names care of caledonia camp, with the sweet voices of mothers? care of tribal trust land our little street, care of the river bank! with chickens that belonged to no one care of coackroach camp1 in particular, care of maggots is no longer there: care of crime and grime care of state house! i don't know your address, you don't know my address. samueri, samueri, tell teacher mutawu, i am standing on a broken brick, i want to learn to write the only survivor so i can erase memories of our home. of our home what are you standing on, in the rubble. samueri? tell teacher mutawu, you see, samueri, we will meet we don't have guns when i have grown a beard or spears and drive a car or arrows, like the police car or sticks. like the soldiers with guns. tell me, samueri, samueri, i send you only why police, a broken brick they bring guns before they break it again hammers for the second time the third time the fourth time. samueri, a broken brick stay strong. a broken heart samueri, a broken father beware of falling bricks and guns. a broken mother. Chirikuré Chirikuré

Salt Let’s cry with hope

Asking for salt doesn’t mean I am poor We know where we came from Borrowing salt doesn’t mean I am broke We had some good times Our salt ran out unexpectedly We also had some sad moments Our salt got finished unexpectedly We know where we are today If the tuck-shop was still there Happy moments are rare The kids could have gone to buy some Sadness is right on our backs Now the tuck-shop is no longer there It was destroyed by the tsunami We know where we want to be Let happy moments multiply The sadza is ready Let sadness be a thing of the past The relish is ready The family is waiting We should definitely mourn But salt is not there But let us cry with hope Tomorrow we shall celebrate Don’t think that I am mad You and I know who is mad Don’t think that I can’t plan We know who the poor planner is

Please help me with salt Even a teaspoon measure will do Please, it’s not my fault Our land has been gripped by evil spirits

Dambudzo Marechera

Oracle of the Povo Rats for Sale

Her vision’s scrubland You want to buy what? Of out-of-work heroes A rat, Who yesterday a country won A rat with a conscience. And today poverty tasted A rat with a permanent conscience? And some of the hills hurried their thirst That`s the general idea. And others to arson and blasphemy Well I have several you can choose from. Waving down tourists and buses This one just ate Grenada, Unleashing havoc no tongue can tell – Ripped it to bits and shat it out Her vision`s Droughtstricken acres American Girl cleansing lotion. Of lean harried squatters It’s already started to nibble and salivate at a dainty And fat pompous armed overlords Piece of Nicaraguan cheese. Touching to torch the makeshift shelters But it’s (wink, nudge) really aiming BIG now in Berlin Heading to magistrate and village court London, Amsterdam, Paris The most vulnerable and hungry of citizens – Aiming at Natasha’s tits in Moscow – Her vision’s Drought Relief graintrucks Show me another. Vanished into thin air between departure point Okay. Now, this one is the sly type. And expectant destination – It eats colonialism In despair, she is found in beerhalls So that it can shit in pure malice on its own. And shebeens, by the roadside I tried to buy it in Kenya And in brothels: selling the last I tried to buy it in Malawi Bits and pieces of her soured vision. I tried to buy it right here But you know where I got the bastard? Having dinner with the ghosts of Malan, Verwoerd, Vorster, and Botha. Show me the others. Well this one was involved in the Aquino affair That one befriended the Shah and introduced him to That other one called the Ayatollah. That short clerical one and that fat grey old lady…

In Jail the Only Telephone Is the Washbasin Hole: Blow and We’ll Hear!

Write the poem not from classroom lectures But from the barricade’s shrieking defiance From the mortuary’s brightly frozen monocle From day’s gunburst to night’s screaming human torch From bleeding teeth that informed to underground Perception of black fire Write the poem not from the rhyme & reason of England Nor the Israeli chant that stutters bullets against Palestinians Nor (for fuck’s sake) from the negritude that negroed us Write the poem, the song, the anthem, from what within You Fused goals with guns & created citizens instead of slaves Do not scream quitly We want to hear, to know And forge the breastplate a poet needs against THEM!