Dear Africans called Americans,
I pen this with great shame and as my first regret.
I watched yet another murder story today (RIP Terence Crutcher) and I am so sorry for keeping silent through your plight.
I am sorry for prioritizing my local struggles when they could be placed at par with your struggles- our struggles, without losing anything. That was selfish of me and is quite a myopic outlook, I must admit.
I am sorry for thinking my voice is not loud enough and my impact, not significant enough.
I am sorry we let you go. I am sorry you were forced to call someplace else home.
I am sorry we are not making this environment welcoming enough for you to come back home. Yes. I said home.
I am sorry I’ve had to watch this mindless genocide on the internet from the comfort of my home.
You may not know Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, but my deepest apology is for letting his dreams of uniting Africans all over the world, die. Some say it died when he got into politics, but I say neither the seeds he sowed nor the roots he grew, should have been left to die.
My dear Africans called Americans, I see your struggle. I bleed with my people in Ghana and I bleed with you too. I know America is what you have struggled to build. And with all your investment of time, sweat, blood and tears, you have every right to call it home.
Growing up, I never thought I’d see the day we would have to shout BLACK LIVES MATTER for mankind to acknowledge that we also bleed crimson.
Even in my almost all black university, Nash’s jokes of being punished because she was black, (by black seniors *eye roll*) was just that- jokes.
I never thought I’d see the day that a man killed for being black would be seen as just another day in the land of the free. I sincerely thought I was fortunate to escape that era. But boy, was I wrong!
I am sorry all fifty-four African nations have quietly watched on as you, our people, are being annihilated overseas. The leaders of the African Union have limited the definition of an African to those who fall within the invisible borders of this geographic landmass and I wish their actions could say your plight concerned them.
Even on our land, they sat back while with the help of NATO and United States government, Muamar Gaddafi was brutally assassinated. And unsurprisingly, his country, the once wealthy African nation Libya, has been thrown into disarray ever since- with no outstretched hand of help from Africa.
These leaders sit still with their hands between their thighs while our lands, waters and people are exploited.
They watch on as our people die of absolutely curable diseases and poverty while our corrupt leaders shamelessly beg for aids in exchange for turning a blind eye on the raping and looting of the African continent.
I have zero expectations that they will stand up like the old Pan Africanists and do something about your plight. Pardon me, I digress.
I have a little proposal, in light of the ‘happenings’;
Police brutality resulting in deaths; Mass incarceration of the black man for unintelligible reasons; Restriction of your economic growth and financial independence; The general exploitation of our people.
This proposal is to resettle you back home.
Now hear me out please. We have lots of room for refugees and even government sent enemies of the United States dubbed ‘terrorists’, what makes you think there’s no place for you, our own people, here?
We have a high population of expatriates working here and so many gaps for job creation, so what makes you think there is nothing to do here?
We have vast lands which when developed can feed the world, what makes you think there is no food here?
Asset acquisition is relatively easy from the outside and inside, hence the large physical presence of multinational corporations and unscrupulous unions with locals with the primary intention of owning property.
Of all the resources that were stripped off our continent, you, my dear Africans called Americans, are by far our greatest loss.
I entreat you to come home with your families, skill set and every useful movable asset you have acquired. Let us create our own resettlement program. I’d rather we not wait on the ‘government’.
This is not a short term solution and it certainly may not be what you had in mind.
My plan is far from foolproof and needs a lot of work. So by all means, feel free to pick it apart and restructure it, as it is in no particular order.
A. Let my people go!
We need to make a lot of noise so this nonsense ends. Until then, we don’t stop screaming LET MY PEOPLE GO! I’m talking about independents in Africa; bloggers, tweeple, Facebook warriors, artists, photographers, musicians, columnists, EVERYONE! The youth with the power of smartphones need to make noise to start a fire from within. The decision makers should eventually feel the heat and raise this at their ECOWAS and African Union summits for actions to be taken.
B. Retrace your roots.
First step is as easy as using a swab for DNA testing. Then, try to trace your ancestral lineage- that’s the hard part. But no worries. If you can’t trace your roots, create some. There are amazing people you can form partnerships with.
Whether or not you know your background, take time to learn about the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade; the boats that called your ports, the routes they plied, and so on. Read on the slave hubs along the coasts of Africa.
Visit the popular slave castles (Cape Coast and Elmina, Ghana especially) and forts. Visit Pan African cultural centres. Tour the beautiful African continent. Get to know Mama Africa.
C. Choose your home.
If you can’t find your home country, pick just any on the continent and learn about it. Set up gofundme accounts to give you some money to start life with when you get here. I’ve seen the craziest stories being funded and so asking those racist bastards who shout “go back to Africa” for money to do so should not be a problem. They should put their money where their mouth is. Also, we should be able to raise enough funds to buy lands here, hire real estate developers, and put up housing projects for resettlement.
My dear Africans called Americans, when you have chosen your countries to resettle, form think tanks accordingly and brainstorm on how you can make the lives of the people in that country better. Also look for potential areas for development and note down these opportunities. If it interests you, look up immigration and citizenship laws and start working towards being assimilated.
We cannot do this overnight, but we can start somewhere. Africans with homes can start hosting you when you come home for a visit- forget hotels. Integrate, learn about our diverse cultures, check out opportunities. Let’s think as one people. There’s greater strength in unity.
An old Akan proverb says, “It’s very easy to break a broomstick but difficult to break a broom tied together.”
Dear Africans called Americans, I hope with time you learn to forgive us. But by all means, please leave behind the injustice and come back home.
With much love,
#10 Dear Africans Called Americans
Ama Agyewaa Agyei
September 21, 2016