January 17, 2008
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Is
Change Still "Being Whatever is Necessary?" Represent Our Resistance By Dr. Lenore J. Daniels, PhD BC Editorial Board |
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“Wizards well versed in treachery
and black magic came from the south and forced the people from the
land,” so begins the grandmother’s narrative in Nervous
Conditions. The In our story, the grandmother informs
the children gathered around of how she acquired knowledge of the wizards.
She "had heard that beings similar in appearance to the wizards
but not of them, for these were holy, had set up a mission not too
far from the homestead.” The grandmother envisions an opportunity to
present to the “holy” ones, her son, since the “‘white wizard had no
use for women and children.” She would “endure and obey” if only they
would take him and “prepare him for life in their world.” And the holy
wizards accept Babamukuru into their fold. He submits to the education offered
at the village missionary and, as a result of absorbing his lessons
so well, Babamukuru is sent to study at the
university in The grandmother tells the children that they are now witnesses to Babamukuru’s success. He is a big man, head of the missionary school, owner of a home and car. Oh, what a grand strategy! As evidence of his position among the wizards, Babamukuru is truly recognized as the one of the greatest men among the Shona people, for he has transcended race! And so ends the grandmother’s narrative,
(or not) a “truly a romantic story” for the young narrator, Tambu,
who now envisions images of Tambu vows to emulate her great uncle, Babamukuru. Even after Tambu is reminded by her brother, Nhamo, that she “is a girl” and after her father rejects her ambitions to attend school, Tambu is determined to collect enough school fees so she can follow in her brother’s footsteps and ultimately achieve the success of Babamukuru. Tambu writes that she remembers how the maize plants grew
under her grandmother’s care. “My grandmother,” she recounts, “had
been an inexorable cultivator of land, sower of
seeds and reaper of rich harvests until, literally until, her very
last moment.” What a powerful memory of the young Tambu,
working “side by side” with her grandmother, carrying out a productive,
valuable task for the benefit of the family and community! Luckily
for her, in the conqueror’s atmosphere of Nhamo suddenly dies, but there is no time to grieve. Besides, Tambu writes, she felt “vindicated.” She became his substitute at the missionary school. Tambu moves to her uncle’s home in an upscale village. In
the big house, she adjusts to the awe-inspiring presence of her uncle
and his wife. Their daughter, Nyasha, has
recently returned from Strange! Tambu isn’t deterred and vows to develop “in the way that Babamukuru” sees fit so she, too, has the opportunity to
be educated in In time, Nyasha moves from reading D.H. Lawrence to thriving “on inconsistencies,” Tambu records. She “liked to chart them so that she could turn her attention to the next set of problems in the hope of finding fundamental solutions.” Nyasha becomes the mouse running the trend mill, going nowhere fast. She succumbs to rage and lashes out at the closest representative of her nemesis, Babamukuru. They fight, physically drawing on their well-acquired reservoir of hate, to kill one another. Afterward, Babamukuru, whose consciousness is thoroughly saturated with Englishness, admonishes the daughter’s resistance. In turn, the daughter resigns to killing the stranger within by refusing to eat. Doctors and psychiatrists barely save a Nyasha who screams about being “trapped.” But in the atmosphere of “peaceful detachment,” like that atmosphere Tambu experienced on the homestead, we are assured that all will be normal, again - maybe? At the site of “organized repression of the cultural life,” writes Amilcar Cabral, “we find the seed of opposition, which leads to the structuring and development of the liberation movement.” Here is hope! Tambu has been granted a new message, one of resistance. This message, not surprisingly, comes from Nyasha: “you can’t go on all the time being whatever’s necessary. You’ve got to have some convictions, and I’m convinced I don’t want to be anyone’s underdog. It’s not right for anyone to be that.” It’s not right for anyone to be that - being whatever is necessary. BlackCommentator.com Editorial Board member Lenore Jean Daniels, PhD, has been a writer, for over thirty years of
commentary, resistance criticism and cultural theory, and short stories
with a Marxist sensibility to the impact of cultural narrative violence
and its antithesis, resistance narratives. With entrenched dedication
to justice and equality, she has served as a coordinator of student
and community resistance projects that encourage the Black Feminist
idea of an equalitarian community and facilitator of student-teacher
communities behind the walls of academia for the last twenty years.
Dr. Daniels holds a PhD in Modern American Literatures, with a specialty
in Cultural Theory (race, gender, class narratives) from
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