What's in a name?

By J L Samboma

It is a phenomenon of enduring wonderment to me that to be called a Marxist these days is almost the equivalent of someone saying you're a wife-beater; whereas to be called a communist - which is but the same thing - is to be reserved the same esteem as befits a pederast.

This is all the more remarkable when you consider that the Marxist, or communist, ideal, is the most humane political ideology one has had the great fortune to encounter in this as-yet brief sojourn on earth. What could be more intuitive than to want to end oppression, man's inhumanity to man, to want to share the wealth created by the people for the benefit of the people?

Is it our fault, or a consequence of our active collaboration, that men -  for it's mostly men - who claimed to be Marxists, or communists, happened to have committed some of the most atrocious acts ever recorded in human history?

Do the self-righteous folk who point fingers and use the words "Marxist" and "communism" as if they were spit-fire missiles, shun from calling themselves believers in the so-called "free market," or from hailing Ray-Gun of America, the Abominable Bush-man or, more recently, the blacks seduced by Mr Obomber - ever think that their heros' hands are as bloody as any so-called communist?

Come to think of it, some of the worst atrocities you could think of have been committed by so-called religious people - Muslims, Christians, Jews, the list is endless. But religion, perhaps paradoxically, is boom-business.

No, we are not going to be cowed from proclaiming who we are and what we believe in. We are Marxist and, alas, we are, yes, communist.

And, last but not least by any means, we are Pan-Africanist, whose ideal is the unification of Africa under a socialist government of African states. The Osagyefo (Redeemer) Kwame Nkrumah (pictured right) wished it and worked, and died, for it - and it is the sacred duty of successive generations of African descendants to strive for its realisation.