As a former lawyer fighting housing discrimination in New Orleans, I still get a wave of satisfaction when I see white people raise their voice in anger against the perceived injustices of affirmative action. What!? They hired an unqualified black guy instead of your Uncle Cracker? Almost magically, discrimination based on one’s skin color is transformed, from liberal bleating (more usually damned as political correctness) into a self-evident violation of fundamental human rights.
Tasting our own medicine may not appeal to our sense of a genteel enlightenment – after all, Two wrongs don’t make a right – but you can’t deny its effectiveness. Getting shafted (i.e., “hoisted by one’s own retard”, to quote Lionel Shriver) makes for a pretty good teacher. So how will we ever see the errors of our neo-colonial ways, let alone even recognize them, if we aren’t forced to wear the shoes?
Shoe switching to the other foot
Well, it’s starting to happen. A friend forwarded me this story knowing that I worked in Angola. Its former owner Portugal, having drag-netted the assets from the colony upon its precipitous 1975 departure, is now holding out the begging bowl. There’s more: look at the Eurozone’s desperation for China to pull a superman act with billions of bailout cash? How delicious to see the self-anointed saviors of the world trading in their expensive loafers for a pair of sandals made out of recycled car tire.
But it hasn’t gone far enough. It’s time for the tables of self-righteousness and superiority to be turned as well. Why doesn’t Angola lecture Portugal on the bankruptcy of consumer spending beyond its means? Why don’t they demand reform, and tie any loans or investment to a timetable of fiscal belt-tightening to be taken? Why doesn’t China tell Sarkozy and Merkel that loans to help shore up the euro will be linked to improvements in the way France and Germany treat minorities? Or preconditioned on the dismantling of Fortress Europe? Or timed with the ending of agricultural subsidies that harm China’s allies in Africa? Now that would be interesting! You can bet Western politicians will ring a few bells on the global hypocrisy meter. I can almost hear the indignant, fist-pounding denunciations of the breach of sovereignty. How dare China tell us…
A turn in the humanitarian tide
Warning! We humanitarians need to watch our glee, lest we find ourselves staring at the same other side of the coin routine. Will it not be long before an expat’s using the white SUV to buy Danone yogurt at the swanky suburban mall is branded no less an act of aid diversion than when the national staff stock manager pinches a bottle of paracetamol (and is fired)? Or when an NGO using its hard won donations for the huddling masses is deemed no less corrupt for renting a luxurious multi-story compound than is the Deputy Minister of Health for redirecting a chunk of the healthcare budget towards the construction of a mansion in his home village?
Will you forgive me one last adage? What goes around comes around.
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