
Think of a story that goes in the following order. A people recognize their being through culture. They stand out, identify and make themselves recognized through it. They voice it. In a flash, however, they are robbed of that very culture. They keep flying back to it, to the remains of that suppressed, oppressed, dear-to-the-heart culture. They still find their voice in it. They fight, mobilize, call and cry in its name.
They finally win in its name.
This is the culture, the weapon and the strength, that holds unequivocal value in the light through which Amilcar Cabral viewed National Liberation.
How ‘true’ is the cultural victory is a story for another day. The chronological story mentioned above, however, is the story of the colonized peoples. One that they pride their struggles in. One that holds immense importance, power and value for them. One that is personal to Cabral and his experiences.
Culture can be identified as a sensitive, crucial reality which was immediately recognized and played with, by the colonial powers. It was this culture that was suppressed, undermined and ridiculed to an extent that eventually the reverse of it came true, that is, there was a birth, one after the other, of heroes and leaders who pulled the culture out in the light once again, to be accepted and celebrated. To be remembered, embraced and prided in. To be used as the catalyst of hope and resistance, of the past memory, that the national liberation movements would stand tall and strong on. Such was the importance of culture, and such was the attachment of Cabral with it. Such was culture in the dream of Nkrumah and the hidden fears of Sukarno, in the protest of Gandhi and the sacrifice of Lamumba. For the purpose of this essay, we will confine ourselves to the powerful thoughts of Cabral.
It is astounding how his understanding and situating of ‘culture’ instantly brings about such vivid and loud images of what was happening. He had done the near impossible, that is, to condense the aim of centuries of control and conquest into one word: culture. He made the primary prey of colonialism absolutely clear. It was a fight between cultures, except that one side was not allowed to ‘compete’ or ‘represent’ itself. How else could the rich, historically rooted, celebrated culture(s) be paralyzed to an unbelievable extent. Was it not the genocide of culture that was exercised for hundreds of years by the empires to remain in power. To suppress, and to assimilate.
For Cabral, culture was the very identity of the society he was coming from, and the societies suffering around him. It was the best, most accurate and sensitive representation of who ‘they’ were. In the ‘us versus them’ dichotomy, what ‘they’ had and were systematically robbed of was this very reality: the reality of their culture. It was this culture, the norms and the identity, the image and the practices, which the National Liberation movements sought to reclaim and rebuild. It was this memory and attachment to culture that assembled the broken, fragmented, bleeding lands and peoples together, in the effort to give it the life it deserved and the life that it itself promised.
It is almost poetic, and yet so crucial, how Cabral basis his entire understanding of National Liberation on just one simple thing; Culture. Poetic, because it is as if this one word accurately and wholly contains within itself, the memory of two pasts. The past that was free and the past that was dictated, robbed and controlled. This one word expresses both the pain of the struggles and sacrifice, as well as the celebration, pride and might associated with it. It is the thirst of this pride and might that the National Liberation drove on and for. Culture was both, the catalyst and the goal.
What colonial rule did was a combination of both a subtle and aggressive suppression of culture. Subtle, when terming it as a means to civilize, polish and train the ‘natives’, and create “assimilated intellectuals” (as Cabral would call them) for their own good (of course). Aggressive, when ‘they’ were out-rightly showed that no matter how perfectly they adopted the ‘civil’ system, the European way of life, they could never merge with the people of the empires. The actions, laws, and inhuman attitudes were repeatedly and methodologically employed to show the colonized ‘their place’. The place, the tier, the stratification they would always, inescapably belong to no matter how closely they embraced the alien model of life.
National liberation was, therefore, directed against thin unfair, painful, forced domination. The fight was fought, voices were raised, and blood was spilled to reclaim the culture from the reins of domination. Staying true to his powerful wording, Cabral rightly calls it the “cultural combat”; a duel to preserve the long standing values and traditions, the identity and representation. A combat which called itself National Liberation and derived its power from the essence of culture it was fighting for. It is beautiful how the pride and unity in the liberation movements manifested themselves in the longing, and recovering of their cultures.
In the eyes of Cabral, the idea of liberation was never an exclusionist one, or an “attribute of privileged peoples”. Far from it. What he dreamt was to preserve and promote culture while taking everyone on board, including the Africanized “petite bourgeoisie”. Thus, this culture was to bind the people together, accommodate them, break them free from the prison of a culture and system they did not belong to, and did not own.
In National Liberation, if one seeks to understand what is it that really drove it, empowered it, kept it breathing and willing to breathe in the face of much tyranny and tragedy. The answer lies in the longing, memory and love for culture. It was love that kept the liberation movements going. It was this longing that made the giant leaders and their followers never stop, to not allow the domination and suppression again, to live on their own terms.
They had embarked on the journey of returning, to define, celebrate and relive their own culture. Their own personality.
