"We seldom get into trouble when we speak softly. It is only when we raise our voices that the sparks fly and tiny molehills become great mountains of contention."
In
Nigeria when bones are the subject of a story, old folks become
uncomfortable. And so it was recently when a U.S. Senator invoked a
rankling stereotype.
In
an offhanded moment, Ted Cruz said, “You may have noticed that
all the Nigerian email scammers have become a lot less active lately.
They all have been hired to run the Obamacare website.”
This
sparked an avalanche of protest from Nigerians. Apparently being
Nigerian is an uneasy status. It helps me understand in some ways
what it meant being a Jew in pre-World War II.
Being
Nigerian means being displaced at home and hounded abroad. Since
heists seems to be state policy back home and that reputation has
become the unmerited misfortune of many hardworking Nigerians in
exile, I consciously comport myself in a way that would not make
people duck for cover once they knew my true citizenship.
Some
Nigerians I know prefer to introduce themselves as West Africans.
They manage to get by because many in America think Africa is a
country. Some claim to be Jamaicans or any other country that might
not warrant undue attention.
I
remember running a red light as I hurried to get to a college I
taught some forty-five minutes away from home. It was not quite a
good day for me. Earlier that morning, I had been harangued by my
wife for not reinventing myself after over two decades of mostly
unrewarding teaching.
I
hate being reminded that my profession is such drudgery. So in the
midst of the storm I forgot I had to drive some distance to get to
class on time. When I came to my senses, time was running out and so
I hit the gas pedal with a vengeance.
It
was then that a sheriff pulled me over. Having a brush with the law
is what I worked hard to avoid for my six years of exile here. When I
saw the blue light flashing in my rear-view mirror, I not only had
the traditional sinking feeling in my stomach knowing my insurance
would definitely go up, but also panicked for other reasons.
I
was Nigerian! My citizenship was a badge of shame and dishonor, and
in my situation that was not a plus. I braced for the interrogation
that followed.
As
I waited for the sheriff to come to me I place my hands on the
steering wheel so he could see I had no weapons, at least not in my
hands. The sheriff asked for the normal: driving license and
insurance. Perhaps because of my accent, he also asked for legal
presence and I handed him my green card.
After
he checked me out, he returned and asked me why I ran the red light.
I told him I was distracted as a result of the storm I had with my
wife. A man my age, he nodded knowingly. Seeing a window, I explained
that I was not a lawbreaker as he probably would have noticed from my
record on his computer.
I
added I had tried to remain that way for my duration here. Again he
nodded gracefully. He said he would let me off for that reason and
advised me to drive more carefully. I drove away thankful that my
citizenship had not done me in!
Nigerians
are touchy about the way Americans perceive them. The Ted Cruz animus
against Nigerians reminded me of a piece of advice that a late uncle
once gave me. The uncle had returned home from America after picking
up college degrees. Recalling his experiences, he noted that
Americans love to chew up their presidents but would never stand an
alien joining the fray.
As
any visitor to the internet would readily notice, Nigerians have a
passion for taking their country to the laundry. The social media is
the only free press Nigerians know. There no one asks for bribes and
no one refuses to publish any opinion for fear of government clamp
down.
Nigerians
mostly turn to social media to vent their frustrations at their
politicians who have found more brutal ways of cutting their limbs
than King Leopold of Belgium did in Congo.
Wittingly
or unwittingly, Senator Cruz had touched a raw nerve. His
off-the-cuff comment aggravated hardworking Nigerian Americans for
many reasons. Not quite long ago, General Colin Powell had written
Nigerians off as “natural scammers.” The comment stuck.
True, some Nigerians with access to the internet have sold some
nonexistent oil wells to many people all over the world.
But
one gambler in Casablanca doesn’t make everyone there a
gambler. Everyone knows America has some gun problems. The situation
is such that even infants take guns to school and blow up classmates
and teachers alike. Yet I do not duck each time I see an American
kid for fear he might be trigger-happy.
Even
though American governments police every corner of the world, yet I
know many Americans who are doves or to use a Book of Mormon trope,
Nephites who turned their weapons into ploughshares.
When
I came to America I remember taking time to explain to friends here
that though Nigerian, I was not in the scam business. Having to
explain oneself was not a very good way of self-introduction, but
something told me I needed to disabuse minds.
Majority
of Nigerians desire a cleansing for their country and the ignoble
reputation foisted on her by scammers. Here is what Olu Oguibe, a
Nigerian intellectual who renounced his Nigerian citizenship recently
has to said about the mess especially among Nigerians from his own
tribe.
Most so-called Igbo
leaders have allowed themselves to be tainted by the dishonorable
stain of corruption, theft, and routine betrayal of public trust. A
people cannot find their way to greatness if their leaders are women
and men who dip themselves in the feces of corruption and public
theft.
Even more so, a people
whose ancient moral foundation was built on ikwuwa aka oto)
impeccable integrity) and ofo-la-ogu (rectitude and clear
conscience), cannot find their way back to those fundamental values
if they are led or guided by criminals and thieves.
And so, one of our
greatest priorities as a nation must be to shun the corrupt and the
compromised, to condemn and abhor indecency and malfeasance, and to
find among and for ourselves stewards whose hands are unsoiled and
whose values are not tainted by greed or graft or betrayal of public
trust.
Appropriation of public
funds and resources for personal gain is an abominable crime for
which any and all culprits should be publicly shamed and duly
punished. Graft must have no place at all in the new republic.
Oguibe
wrote in reference to Stella Oduah, Nigeria’s aviation
secretary recently accused of illegal transfer of state funds to
purchase some armored limos for her personal use at the price of $1.6
million!
No
sane person can possibly argue against this reasoning so long as
shaming and "duly punished" is done with due process. In my
culture and I suspect in his as well, shaming a chicken thief for
instance involved hanging the chicken or whatever was stolen on the
neck of the felon and parading the person naked along the streets of
the community while folks rained invectives, spat, beat and threw
rubbish on the felon.
Obviously
in this day and time such act is nothing short of barbaric. I know
that even more barbaric forms of jungle justice are perpetrated in
many Nigerian cities where if someone raises a shout of thief, thief,
thief or ole, barawo or onyeoshi, a suspect is instantly pounced on,
doused with gasoline and an old car tyre hung on the neck and set
ablaze.
Is
this the kind of shaming we should endorse? Of course dreadful
diseases demand an equally extreme treatment, but if we invoke past
traditional brutal practices as cure in a modern setting, things will
look pretty grim. Let's let Sharia fanatics carry on with their
business of stoning and slitting throats. But let's not even remotely
think of mimicking them.
I
believe stereotyping and labeling an entire nation as scammers is the
sort of shaming that is best left for the Taliban. The fury expressed
by Nigerians against Ted Cruz was informed by the fear that should he
become president one day, he might use scammers as an excuse to rain
bombs on Nigeria. This may sound far-fetched, but there is precedence
where forged evidence was used to declare war on another nation.
Imo Ben Eshiet was born in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. Raised in his village, Uruk Enung, and at
several cities in his country including Nsukka, Enugu, Umuahia, Eket and Calabar, Eshiet is a
detribalized Nigerian. Although he was extensively exposed to Western education right from
childhood in his country where he obtained a PhD in English and Literary Studies from the
University of Calabar, he is well nurtured in African history, politics, culture and traditions.
Imo is currently a teacher in the high priests group in the Summit Ward of the Greensboro North
Carolina Stake.