Feb 22, 2012
The day after the palindromic date. No longer completely symmetrical. Not until 2022/ No, not even then. Also the day after Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras. Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent when I will see ashes on the foreheads of some Christians. In church on Sunday Father Kieran, click here, sternly warned his flock at St Cyprian's Roman Catholic Church. "No meat! No meat of any kind during Lent!" I never do eat meat of any kind. Except fish, which according to the Catholic Church, doesn't count. My Irish mother always gave us fish on Fridays; she was not Catholic but when you grow up in a predominantly Catholic country and do not want to make any more mad than absolutely necessary, you follow the population. For Lent I want to give up pride and ego. I try to do this every Lent, and fail miserably. It is too abstract, very difficult. But I will try. First, on the bus today, stand aside for everyone else to board first. A little start to a long journey. I also want to solve problems. Lent is a time of meditation, 40 days before the major Spring festival celebrates the bursting of new life from trees, from the ground, from animals. I gave birth the first time in Lent, at the end of March 1981, to Angus Zoltan Dodgson Pekala.
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Feb 21, 2012
Wow. 02212012 in the US, 21022012 in Australia, UK, Nigeria, Sierra Leone, Kenya... A palindrome but not in the US.
I hope your palindromic day has gone well. Mine has! Spring is here in New Jersey, my building contractors are sick of winter and working faster, more determined, because they need to be other places when the daffodils are waving in the gardens.
Me too.
I need to be in a plane at 20,000 feet, or at 5,000 feet, being shot at, or dropping a bomb on a plane supplied by the US, UK or Russia. I am climbing into the head of the chief pilot in the air during the 1967-1970 Nigerian Civil War aka Biafran War, because I am moving the stories from the memories of he who was there, from the written pages, into your heads, into your conscience.
Because the story is compelling, and because it needs to become part of you.
My efforts so far have been great, I wouldn't say heroic, but I have gone out of my way more than would be expected for a woman of 60. Which, I keep reminding myself, is what I am. Maybe because I am 60 I am in such urgency to tell the story, this story needs to be told, and I spent a lifetime blissfully ignoring it.
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I had a lovely chat tonight with uber Asian journalist Charles Heathfield Dodgson, who is my baby brother. He was sitting in Sydney, Australia in what was our mother's sitting room, me sitting on my sofa in New Jersey on what was and is my office.
We talked about the letters between our parents when Dad was a Captain in the British Army, medical corps in India and Burma. He left England a few days after he married my mother in her church in Belfast. That was January 1945. He did not return until 1947, because that was how long the boats took to travel back empty to collect the military forces.
All that time my mother stayed in London at St Mary's Hospital, physician to the bombed, the wounded and those sick from war.
The letters had vanished, but at Christmas, Charles and our legal brother Patrick found them. And I have been rejoicing ever since.
I immediately was ready to fly to Australia and transcribe them; I am still ready to do that. These are treasures and a correspondence between 2 young professionals who shared the medical profession and loved and trusted each other. Before infidelity and mistrust broke my mother's heart and destroyed my father's career.
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I took the picture below on my final night in Sydney in December 2010. I was staying with Charles, sleeping on my mother's bed that had been sent out from Ireland after her mother died. This area of Sydney is The Gap, and is a well-known ending place for young women discovering they were pregnant, or betrayed by their lovers, or both.
I can see the cries of anguish in the surf underneath the cliffs. I wish they had not jumped. I wish the British government and the US government had permitted secession of Biafra, and the Northern region of Nigeria.
But they did not. And it is not for me to blame or criticize. Just tell stories. May God bless us all.
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Feb 20, 2012
USA. Presidents Day in the United States. Something to do with a lot of presidents born in February.
In the Igbo community in Pennsylvania, their only High Chief was born in February. High Chief MC Orji runs an autoshop in West Philadelphia, after a career maintaining airplanes in Nigeria, England and the United States. Listen to the High Chief talk, click here. About MC Iroko Auto, click here. About the priest who runs his church, click here. About Art Bearing Witness, click here.
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Southern Sudan. At the beginning of December, I went to a well-organized symposium on Southern Sudan in Philadelphia at Temple University. We heard that the situation is dire, splitting Sudan into 2 countries is not stopping genocide, and that the 4th genocide has already started. Who is killing who, what can international community media report? I need to find out and keep you posted.
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I have been focusing a lot on Nigeria recently, because a lot has been happening. I will always have my main focus on Nigeria, because I see that Nigeria holds the keys to prosperity in sub Saharan Black Africa. Nigeria is the biggest Black country anywhere, and has possibly Black Africa's highest percentage of literates, numerates and professionals.
I hope you are reading the pages and listening to the talks and understanding that the Nigerians on these pages are representative of good, hard-working Nigerian professionals.
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Feb 19, 2012
Contrasts today. I started my Sunday worship in Newton Monthly Meeting of the Society of Friends, aka Quakers, in Camden, New Jersey. The financial markets collapsed and donations have dried up and Quakers have to stop paying people who do not have their focus on administration or building the church.
This realization is not shared by all, and bitter fighting over entitlements and turf are ongoing. Quakers do not, do not like to be told what to do, and having even one Quaker give an order causes a rebellion, or even a revolution. Ah dear. The world needs Quakers, because we all have as our center the Peace Testimony, which means we try to be kind to each other.
-----------------------------------During Quaker Meeting I had a phone call, which I responded to with a text, then I sent another text when I was in my car getting ready to drive 30 minutes across the Delaware River and across Philadelphia to West Philadelphia. Seems like everyone was contacting me at once. I sent a definitive text: "I am faster than light, but slower than prayer and love." Indeed.
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host Irving Jean-Baptiste to meet the Art Bearing Witness Team, particularly the host Omenihu Amachi and the Executive Producer High Chief MC Orji. What a terrific group, and I was very happy to be able to photograph them together, look at the picture on Irv's page, click here. Afterwards Irv downloaded the third episode of the discussion of topical issues he has with MJoTAtalks: Youth host Carlos Ginsburg. Listen to it on MJoTAtalks: Music & Youth, click here. I started a page on the priest who shepherds the Igbo Catholic flock at St Cyprian's Father Kieran, click here.
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Feb 18, 2012
MJoTatalks has for 2 months been recording stories from Biafra. During that time Nigeria teetered on the brink of revolution, and decided not to revolt, and I came to know the whirlwind of a man who was the Chief Pilot of Biafra, which meeting resulted in MJoTAtalks getting exclusive rights to develop the movie of his book, The Last Flight, click here.
Such a lovely quiet Saturday, sunny, warm, an early Spring. Two consecutive meetings with MJoTAtalks principals, Mr Omenihu Amachi, click here, and High Chief Malachy Orji, click here, and then I spent some hours walking past Woodland Cemetery, then through the University of Pennsylvania Campus to the University of Pennsylvania Museum.
During my 18 years in academic research at the University of Pennsylvania I gave birth one by one to 3 boys, and then a girl. I had published more than a score of scientific papers, a book "The Carbonic Anhydrases", I organized a number of conferences and was awarded grant support from the US Government, and from the huge pharmaceutical company Johnson & Johnson. And every so often, I wandered into the University Museum for a formal dinner with the Egyptian mummies, and the huge crystal in the Dome Room.
We were in the Dome Room today, I was there to support the Coalition of African Communities in Philadelphia, which is a wonderful collection of African intellectuals. We will be recording their stories on MJoTAtalks, one by one. Wait for these!
During my meeting with the host of Art bearing Witness this morning, we wrote down something that has been our practice but has not previously been stated. Everyone we record for MJoTAtalks we believe is ethical, decent and a wonderful example of a hard-working African professional. We don't record crooks or people we don't like. MJoTAtalks endorses the lives and works of our guests.
If we find out later that our guest has been misrepresenting himself or herself, the audio will be removed. If we find our guest is accused and we do not find the damning evidence credible, the audio will stay.
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Feb 17, 2012
What I have learned today is that heroes and war are close to the thoughts of many, even those who have never been in a war. because war stains everyone, for a long time, maybe forever.
I found a picture of my father's father, Lieutenant Hubert Heathfield Dodgson. Trained in Sandhurst, survived the First World War, and in January 1919, 2 months after the Armistice (November 11, 1918), married the widow of Campbell Lindsay-Smith, a Scottish portrait artist whose life ended as a kilt-wearing Gordon Highlander in trench warfare in Belgium on November 10, 1915.
This picture of my grandfather was taken nearly 100 years ago, but the pain of my grandmother at the loss of her step-brother Maurice Cambie, and husband of 3 months (no children), and the pain of the losses of 3 Dodgson first cousins: this I feel constantly.
Grandfather was born in India the son of a Cambridge-educated lawyer (Charles Heathfield Dodgson) and the daughter of an heir to Australia's Tooth's beer fortune (Caroline Maud Tooth Dodgson).
Grandfather was drop-dead gorgeous. So was my father, although my father was dark like his mother. Both happily ignored their marriage vows and broke the hearts of their wives, my grandmother Hannah and my mother Dr Patience, click here. Soldiers I talk to to this day have no idea the effects that infidelity have on their families.
War is hell, and the brave soldiers know it. War must be avoided at all costs.
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Feb 16, 2012Gosh, a week has passed since I updated this page. When did Valentine's Day become a season, instead of a day?
The days of and before Valentine's Day were filled with traveling around North Jersey and New York, and included inspecting a building site of a creative investor who understanding of light and dark in buildings, a Japanese meal eaten at the Japanese shopping complex in Edgewater while watching seagulls fly and swoop for fish on the Hudson River, an evening meal at the Buka Nigerian restaurant in Brooklyn, a quick trip back to South Jersey to discuss college financing and the perils of parents expecting twins, a walk around Clover Park in Staten Island, a Chinese meal on Victory Boulevard (I always prefer to be on the winning side), stories told by a master storyteller on MJoTAtalks, a trip to Kennedy Airport, watching planes take off from Kennedy Airport from Canarsie Pier, and then a quick visit to my favorite young man, 11-yo Cecil, who has had a special place in my heart since I traveled with him and his mother to and through Sierra Leone.
So now I am back in my office, listening to the rain, trying to figure out the best approach to lowering my population of cats from 5 to 2, trying to figure out the best approach to salvaging my 2 computers whose hard-drive died simultaneously on February 8, surrounded by boxes of bamboo flooring which is yearning to be laid on my study and kitchen floors and be walked on.
But everything I am doing now is preparation for my main task, which is preparing a screenplay for The Last Flight, which details the airwar by the chief pilot of the Biafran Airforce. This story is th ebest one I have heard or reasd in my 6 years in Africa and African communities. The best. Captain Okpe is a master story teller whose love of the English language is detailed in The Last Flight, and comes from the pragmatic reason that he may only have a second or 2 to give or take an instruction that can mean the difference between life or death. His mastery if the English language is why he is alive. God bless Captain August Okpe.
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Feb 9, 2012
Aaaaghhhh.. 2 computers crashed. My main computer has a dead hard drive. Dead as in cannot come back again after 3 days with Roy, the ace computer fixer. Sob.
I have 4 computers and 2 hard drives. I havent lost data, but the programs were installed a long time ago, these I will miss.
But computer programs change so fast. Maybe I don't need the programs I used 5 years ago. I dont do many layputs for MJoTA any more, we have moved over to webpages and audio.
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Feb 8, 2012
Trying to sort out what happened in Biafra 42 years after January 14, 1970, when Major General Effiong formally surrendered to Nigeria in Lagos.
Misconceptions and accusations abound. I love Igbos, Yorubas, Kalabaris, Issan, Efenmai, Hausas... Clearly the ceasefire in Biafra was magnificent, with Biafran military ultimately getting Nigerian pensions.
But I am highly disturbed by reports of women and children feeding lines being targeted, as is claimed by an Irish Roman Catholic priest in a BBC documentary on this website, click here.
I want to know what that was all about. I cannot imagine a Yoruba of sound mind attacking a woman or a child. Cannot. Impossible. Nigeria was not overtaken by psychotic murderers, like in Nazi Germany. War is hell, we know that. But a nation hell-bent on destroying a group of its citizens would not be so ready to forgive.
Captain Okpe did receive a taste of the fury of the captors at the end of the Biafran War, when he was held without being charged for 10 months. He was not taken back into the Nigerian airforce, as some others from the Biafran airforce were, however, he was able to
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Feb 7, 2012
Hearing about Syria, feeling cold blasts in my heart. I see calls for arms embargoes against the terrorits. Who decides who is a terrorist? The powers outside Africa got the Biafran conflict totally wrong: one third of Nigeria that was Biafrans wanted to secede, the one third in the north wanted them to secede, the other third in the west would have gone along with it. But British parliament wanted a single Nigeria and to this, the terrible wound that Nigeria inflicted in the heart of Nigeria still bleeds.
What about Syria? I read the president is an eye surgeon, an ophthalmologist. His wife is the daughter of an eminent cardiologist in London. OK, sounds like me 30 years ago: the daughter of physicians married to an eye surgeon, an ophthalmologist. I can't imagine the father of my 2 older sons, Dr Pekala running a small country, or a troubled country such as Syria,. How did the president of Syria get to be president when he had dedicated his life to being a healer? What does thios mean in Syria? Is the west supporting the wrong side? I don't know. But I want to know.
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Feb 6, 2012
Sierra Leone, a tiny former British colony in West Africa, breeds strong, strong women. Adult women have survived death in being born, death when they themselves gave birth, medical mistakes, non-existent medical care and war. The war ended 10 years ago, and these women survived the war, and the peace.
You are going to read a lot more about 2 strong Salonean professionals living in New York: Zain Sesay-Harell and Jeneba Bangura. I have had my eye on these sisters for some time: Jeneba, since she managed to get me on a plane out of Nigeria in 2010; and Zain since I followed her to Washington for the annual convention of the Black Nurses Association last February.
These sisters are doing great things, and soon, you will be reading about them on these pages, and listening to them.
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I now know why Biafra was able to stand against blockades and constant bombing of civilians that caused widespread starvation and the deaths of 3 million people. Sheer determination. And genius at making do with things they had. And hard work. And the Catholic church. And a few good friends. And genuine heroes.
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was on the road yesterday, collecting a genuine hero, Captain
August Okpe, click here, from New York and bringing him to Philadelphia to be
celebrated by his countrymen in church and at a party hosted by the always hospitable Igbo community leader, trained aeronautical engineer High Chief Malachy C Orji, click here.
Captain Okpe was the Chief Pilot of Biafra. All his life he has done impossible things, including now, effortlessly, and as if these things were the logical next step. He wrote a book, click here, that reads as if he was sitting in a library all these years, rather that flying 300 people from Lagos to New York or Rome or anywhere.
I know if Biafra had been allowed to develop as a nation, Captain Okpe would have been commanding the Biafran Space Program, and would have been the first in space. That was not to be, the British did not want Biafra to be its own nation.
Captain Okpe passed the genuine hero test.
I am related to a British decorated hero, who also passed the hero test. The genuine test is that I tell them they are heroes, they look embarrassed and tell you they were just doing their duty, they knew heroes, real heroes, and they are all dead.
My relative, the Right Rev Maurice AP Wood (Bishop of Norwich 1971-1985), said that, and he was the most highly decorated clergyman in Britain in the second world war. Google him. His mother Jane Dalziell-Piper and my grandmother Hannah Dalziell-Piper were sisters.
Captain Okpe, 42 years after the Biafran War, retired after a career as a civilian pilot, laughed at being told he was a hero, he said he couldn't believe he was paid for dong what he enjoyed. Which was knocking out Nigerian planes so they would stop bombing civilians. God bless him. A genuine hero.
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I have been updating the Biafran pages, and the Black History month pages. The more I learn about the Biafran War, the more I am ashamed at being British. Biafra wanted to secede, the rest of Nigeria wanted them to secede, but the British wanted the murders of Igbos to continue, and a single Nigeria.
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I totally missed the Superbowl, but congratulate New York on having this year's best football team!
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Feb 4, 2012
MJoTAtalks is all about Black History every day. Read about the history of Nigeria on these pages.Also read about the history of Sierra Leone, click here.Every day is Black History Day at mjota.org and mjotatalks.org.
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Feb 3, 2012
MJoTAtalks: Art Bearing Witness host Omenihu Amachi this week interviewed the pilot who flew the last hostile plane (attack plane) out of Biafra. And the first. Listen to him talk about how Nigeria plucked the brightest university students out of class in 1963, sent them to Canada to train as pilots, and how he hijacked a Nigerian plane to start the Biafran airforce when Nigeria declared war on Nigeria. All was forgiven eventually, he has a military pension, and a terrific book.... Read about it, listen to the interview, click here.
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Roses for Ruth. MJoTAtalks: Fiction presents the story of Ruth, who spent the last decades of her life living between 2 fields of roses. My gift to my readers for February, which is the month of Valentine's Day. This is a love story, a love letter from me to Allister and Patience, who are her only grand-children. Click here.
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Stop dumping on the Police Commissioner of Kogi State, Mr. Marvel Akpoyibo. Kogi State is a small state, one of the smallest of the 36 states in the Republic of Nigeria. It is close to Abuja. I read a report that he was injured on January 13, in reprisal after he physically led police into a raid. I hope he is doing well.
PC Akpoyibo is a good man, and he is not the man that Sahara Reporters (click here) went after in a video report. Not the picture, not the person. Sahara Reporters is sometimes in a hurry, this was one of those times. I am a great supporter of Sahara Reporters because they do a lot of good, but now they are becoming a giant in African media, I can see they need some serious fact checkers.
PC Akpoyibo is maybe the most intellectual cop in the planet, with several law degrees. He believes in law and order, he computerized the police command in the state of Lagos, and he believes in justice.
Read a brief few paragraphs about him at the end of an article I wrote after being his guest in his house when he was police commissioner of Lagos, click here.
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Feb 2, 2012
Groundhog day and the snowdrops are blooming in New Jersey. Which means the ground is warmer and the light is brighter. Six weeks to the spring equinox.
My new favorite word is deflate. On December 26, I heard someone talk about Christmas deflating. And indeed, I watched Christmas deflate the week between Christmas and New Year as some lights were taken off the porches, some Santas vanished from from gardens, some reindeer disappeared, and finally almost all trace of Christmas was gone by mid-January.
By mid-January we were in a huge crisis in Nigeria. Which started on January 1st when President Jonathan of Nigeria announced that fuel prices would be immedaitely rise 3-fold. Nigerians took a few days to assemble and protest, and on January 10, 2012, I was in New York outside Nigeria House standing in solidarity with Occupy Nigeria. Protests and rolling strikes continued all across Nigeria, and we all thought we were going to see real change in Nigeria and a commitment from Nigerian politicians to Nigerian health and education.
Today I read a plea for Nigerian parents to stop flying their children first class to university studies in Europe and North America, and stop giving them allowances of 200,000 Naira a month (about USD1,200). The strikes and chaos in Nigeria is because the price of fuel soared from 65 Naira a liter, in a country where the monthly income of a worker is between USD50 to 150. The problem in Nigeria is the age-old problem in societies: most of the resources go to the elite ruling class and the rest, the 99%, are in poverty. These 99% can either stay healthy or die. Many die prematurely.
So with all the strikes and protests and Occup Nigeria, we had a window for sharp, bright Nigerians to come together and demand the stop of fiscal mismanagement and selling out Nigeria to foreigners and the creation of a workable constitution.
But then what happened? President Jonathan dropped the price of fuel to 97 Naira a liter, and all the protests, strkes and Occupy Nigeria deflated. Slowly. But now, nearly all traces of dissent are gone from marketplaces, embassies, the World Bank, the United Nations.
Deflate. Great word. Deflation. Cause of heartbreak and death. I stand with Occupy Nigeria. I weep with Nigerians. My heart is broken.
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Feb 1, 2012
Today I had lunch at the University of Pennsylvania with 2 long-time friends who are also scientists, and have remained at Penn long after I left in 1996 after 18 years. Together, adding up the ages of the 3 of us, we have lived an even 200 years. I went to 2 of his weddings, he went to 2 of mine, and I once took her to Germany and she did her PhD project more or less in my lab, and with my equipment.
And we had lunch in Marco's restaurant. Marco Lentini is the son of the late and wonderful Grazia Innocenti Lentini, she of Florence, in Italy that is Firenze, and all she was doing was coming to Philadelphia for a week for public relations for the University of Florence. Then a young man from South Philadelphia named Pete told her she would be his wife. She laughed at him and told him he was teasing. But when she was back in Florence, he sent her money for an engagement ring, but she bought a mink coat, and came back to him.
Marco was the second son, the second of 3 children, and Grazia fed them so well. I remember her telling me, more than once, that she arose at 5.30am because she needed to give her children fresh pasta for breakfast, and fresh means the noodles are made when they are used in a dish, not a month before, or a week before, or even the night before.
And now Marco has 2 restaurants, and his picture is on the door of one of them, smiling next to President Obama. Grazia's morning pasta stretched far and long.
Every time I think of Grazia I smile. She was the financial coordinator in the Department of Physiology, the other half of business administration with Roberta Perry Coleman Metelits. I was told Roberta held her hand as she was dying. That makes me smile too. They came together to see me when my first son was born at Penn, and my second son, and my third son. My daughter was born in New Jersey, and when I brought her to them, they blessed her.
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The first day of Black History Month!
If you have been reading this page, you know that history was made on January 1st in Nigeria, when the President unilaterally tripled the price of fuel and spun the country into chaos. Occupy Nigeria became the rallying call inside Nigeria and in diaspora communities in the United States, United Kingdom and across Europe.
The strikes stopped 2 weeks later when the president backed off the tripling and settled on setting the fuel price at 140% of the December 31 price. Nigeria seems to have settled down to accept grinding poverty in its citizens and extravagant wealth in the rulers. The president explained that increasing the fuel price was for the good of the citizens. I have not heard how the citizens are paying for food now that a lot of small businesses have collapsed and jobs have been lost. I am waiting news of massive outbreaks of disease and premature death.
If you have been reading this page, you will know that our audio recordings of Nigerians remembering the Nigerian Civil War, 1967-1970. You will have heard from scholars and Biafrans who were children and from the chief pilot of Biafra, all interviewed quietly by the artist, Omenihu Amachi. This is Black History, this is African history, and many of the survivors of this genocide are still with us. The echoes of the pograms on Igbo Nigerians are sounding today, with a declared intent to remove Igbo Nigerians from Northern Nigeria. Biafra was declared a sovereign state because the genocide of Igbos had started, I have seen the number of Igbos murdered as 30,000, and General Ojukwu wanted to stop this genocide and the outside world was not listening.
So who is an Igbo? A man, a woman from an ethnic group in Nigeria. Click here, on Art Bearing Witness, and you will see the face of an Igbo. You will see the face of Omenihu Amachi, who was a child during the Biafran War. He works in health care, but his passion is painting. He has a degree in fine arts from Cheyney University, Pennsylvania. But before that, when he was in Nigeria, he trained in broadcasting and had a career on radio and television. He is the face of the Igbo; a gentle artist with a wife and teenage daughter.
Who is an Igbo?
Click here and you will see the face of Dr Ngozie Achebe, who is a published fiction writer and a medical graduate who practices medicine in California where she has lived for over a decade with her family.
Click here and you will see the face of Dr Okey Ndibe, a journalist who writes a weekly column in Sahara Reporters (click here). He has an MA and PhD in literature, and teaches in a university in Connecticut.
Click here and you will read about the auto shop of High Chief MC Orji, who trained as an electrical engineer and aeronautical engineer and kept planes flying in Nigeria and the United States until the massive aeronautical disaster that was 9/11/2001. He lives in Philadelphia with his family, close by his 2 brothers and their families.
Click here and you will read about the memorial to General Ojukwu, who died at 78 in England on November 26, 2011. He graduated from Oxford University with a BA and MA, and was the second university graduate in the Nigerian Army. His massive intellect and education and ability to connect with the humblest peasant and the mightiest ruler positioned him in 1967 as the military governor of one third of Nigeria, the Eastern Region of Nigeria. When he declared Biafra a sovereign nation in 1967, he declared an Igbo Israel. I have been told by several Igbos that they believe they are one of the lost tribes of Israel. The British Parliament in a large majority voted to continue supplying arms to the Nigerian Army so that the genocide could continue. The United States Government followed the lead of the British. And the Russians happily supplied arms also. A lot of nations really really hate the Igbos. I am guessing it is because the State of Israel was declared in 1949 and they don't have the Jews to kick around anymore. What other reason could there be? Why am I hearing daily today that Igbos are being murdered in Northern Nigeria?
Can Biafra happen again? Our guests on Art Bearing Witness are discussing this question. Dr Chieke Ihejirika is a scholar who teaches political science and history at Lincoln University in Pennsylvania. Click here to read about him and to listen to him talk about Biafra then and now.
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MJoTAtalks, click here
-MJoTAtalks:
Art Bearing Witness with Omenihu Amachi, click here
-MJoTAtalks: Health with MJoTA publisher, click here
-MJoTAtalks: Fiction with MJoTA publisher, click here
-MJoTAtalks: Music & Youth with Irv & Carlos, click here
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Biafra audio. Listen to speeches by General Ojukwu and the Biafran national anthem. Click here.
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Haddonfield New Jersey mayor is Tish Colombi. Lovely picture of Tish in article on Olympic runner who grew up in Haddonfield, click here.
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