When Queen Elizabeth II, at 96 years old, was close to death, a professor at Carnegie Mellon University named Uju Anya, whose areas of inquiry include "applied linguistics as a practice of social justice and translanguaging in world language pedagogy," published her desire that the queen should die an excruciating death.
Surprisingly for someone who thought it fit to utter so vile a sentiment in public, Anya looks like a rather nice person. Of course, someone can look nice without being nice, but in all probability, she is, in general, a nice person.
What, then, caused her to emerge from her obscurity into the light of publicity with her unpleasant outburst? The short answer is her adherence to ideology and dishonest abstract ideas.
Anya seems to blame Elizabeth for the suffering of the people in eastern Nigeria, but she has let her emotions and her ignorance run away with her. If the UK government of the day had sided with Biafra or indeed remained neutral, the queen wouldn't have intervened, as she had nothing to do with the formation of policy. Anya calls her the "chief monarch," a rather odd expression demonstrating a firm lack of understanding of constitutional monarchy as practiced in the UK, in short ignorance. One might as well blame the Supreme Court for the Vietnam War, the withdrawal from Afghanistan, or any other act of U.S. foreign policy.
But there's more. Until his death, I was a friend of Ken Saro-Wiwa, the Nigerian writer, whom I used to see on my visits to Port Harcourt and on his to London. He wrote an anti-war masterpiece, "Sozaboy: A Novel in Rotten English," which was an account, in semi-pidgin English, of a naive young boy who finds himself fighting on both sides in the war without knowing why he's fighting for either, except that he first proudly donned a uniform to impress his girlfriend, who ultimately is killed. After a page or two, you grasp the language in which it's written; it's an eloquent protest against the horror of war. It ends with a moving declaration through the mouth of the novel’s protagonist and narrator:
"And I was thinking how I was prouding before to go to soza and call myself Sozaboy [soldier boy]. But now if anybody say anything about war or even fight, I will just run and run and run and run and run. Believe me yours sincerely."
Now, Saro-Wiwa was a member of the Ogoni people, an ethnic minority group in Igboland. He thought—rightly or wrongly is beside the point—that the Ogoni people would fare better in a federal Nigeria than in an independent Biafra, and therefore actively supported the federal military effort. Presumably, Anya would have wished him an excruciating death because he was far more plausibly or directly responsible for what was done in the war than the Queen.
If so, she would have had her wish. Long after the war, Saro-Wiwa started a movement for the compensation of the Ogoni people for the virtual destruction of their ancestral homeland by oil production, the control of those revenues being the most important prize in Nigerian politics. I tried to persuade him not to go into politics—I thought Nigeria needed writers more than it needed yet more politicians, and he was talented—but he didn't heed my pleas because he said the situation of his people was so dire. He predicted that the government would eventually kill him.
I thought he was exaggerating; the Nigerian government was bad but not murderous at the time. However, he was right: He was arrested on a trumped-up charge, tried in a kangaroo court, and sentenced to be hanged. Apparently, it took five attempts to execute him, and he said, "In this country, they can’t even hang a man properly."
So Anya would have gotten her wish for an excruciating death for Saro-Wiwa. For myself, I wish no person such a death, and I hardly dare add that I wish it least of all for a man who had his faults no doubt, as all of us do, but whom I esteemed highly.
There's another point to be made, and that point is that, in making Elizabeth a scapegoat for the Nigerian Civil War, Anya is turning Africans into less than full adults who aren't really responsible for what they do. On the contrary, they're the puppets of all-powerful others who can and do manipulate them any way they wish.
The history of post-colonial Africa is replete (rather less so now, thank goodness) with political monsters. Among the worst was Macias Nguema, the first president of Equatorial Guinea, until his nephew, who's still president 43 years later, overthrew him in a military coup. Macias killed or drove into exile a third of the population of a country that had once been thriving; he left it destitute, starving, and utterly destroyed.
Of course, Anya would ascribe this (and all the other monstrous things done by Sekou Toure, the Emperor Bokassa, Idi Amin, and so forth) to the legacy of colonialism, but this is in effect to say that when Macias killed his enemies, kept the national treasury under his bed, and executed people for possessing a page of print, he didn't know what he was doing, that he was really an infant. And this is precisely what an unreconstructed racist would say.
Then, of course, it might be alleged that Nigeria and other countries weren't "natural" nations and were the result of a European carve-up that lumped different peoples together. This is true but irrelevant: Nigeria has so many different ethnic groups that no modern state could have been formed without amalgamation. Moreover, some of the states that were more or less "natural"—Burundi, Rwanda, Somalia—have fared among the worst.
Anya’s remarks are a mixture of crudity and ignorance, combined with an uncontrolled and not altogether ungratifying (for her) sense of rage. She doesn't think clearly; but then, would one expect someone among those whose specialties are "applied linguistics as a practice of social justice and translanguaging in world language pedagogy" to do so?
