"Do they know its Christmas" is a classic. I readily admit that I
hate it, loath it, feel disgusted by it, and hate it some more! This bizarre
blend of the saccharine and the lachrymose is a real fossil of a time when
Black Africans were seen as harmless little victims of strange and
incomprehensible forces beyond their control. A bit like kittens, I suppose.
"We" in the West were supposed to come to their aid, blah blah.
Charity, dear citizen, charity! Nothing more politically controversial than
that. (Thank God for Artists United Against Apartheid!)
Sure, I don't oppose aid to the starving. Quite the contrary, in fact. Yet, wasn't there some kind of connection between the famine in Ethiopia and the civil war in that nation? How about taking sides in that civil war? Isn't there a connection between the parasitical practices of the global establishment and world starvation at large?
Struggle, not charity, is the bottom line. And no, I didn't like Boy George's terrible hair cut, either.
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