[kictanet] Vitriol in cyberspace

Mon Dec 8 15:27:32 EAT 2008

Walu

Is inane chatter not an abuse? Or are there some who are allowed to abuse the people on this mailing list?

What do people gain in defending the corrupt? Why do we fear to hear the people who are incorrigibly corrupt being rebuked?

JM

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From: P Gitau Githongo <pgitau at githongo.com>
To: j.maina at ymail.com
Cc: KICTAnet ICT Policy Discussions <kictanet at lists.kictanet.or.ke>
Sent: Monday, December 8, 2008 3:14:06 PM
Subject: Re: [kictanet] Vitriol in cyberspace

Alice,

Might I suggest that you add a guiding principle to the mailing list rules,
along the lines of.. 

'Contributors should seek to improve or benefit the understanding and
knowledge of others as well as their own.' 

You could then urge contributors to gauge their own statements according to
such a principle before forwarding to the group. 

Hopefully that way, the rest of us seeking to practice the above principle
are not subject to the kind of deluge of inane chatter seen last week. 

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Subject: [kictanet] Vitriol in cyberspace

Dear All,

Could we comment on the presentation that Brian (a Kenyan) made at the IGF
currently taking place in Hyderabad. It was an excellent presentation on
access befitting the theme of the forum: "Internet for all" and he has
done us proud.

It is also great to have quite a large Kenyan delegation at this India IGF
contributing Kenyan specific IG issues.  The IGF is a process/event/forum
that  had not received enough attention both at the national and regional
level.
---------

I will also take this opportunity to remind listers of some of the
KICTAnet mailing list rules:

    * Please mind your manners:
    *  Be polite - virtual members are real not a cyberspace borg with no
feelings.
    *  Watch your words. Kick the bad language - People are listening.
    *  Laws are laws - What's real in the real world are the same in
cyberspace.
    *  Don't send rude or offensive  e-mails or postings.
    *  Be ethical in your posting. Don't lie, plagiarize, defame, or
deliberately do harm to another KICTANet forum user.

If you are not able to respect these simple rules...the KICTANet
administrator will have no choice but to suspend you!

best
alice

Binaifer Nowrojee wrote:
>
> For those who have not read this opinion piece, I would urge you to do
so and reflect on it.  Why do we need to bring down Brian Longwe on the
basis of his nationality?  Why not celebrate his success?  Why assume
that a non-Kenyan will not positively contribute to Kenya?
>
> Best
>
> Binaifer Nowrojee
>
>
>
> Barack Obama and the graveyard of hope
>
> Wambui Mwangi (2008-08-11)
>
> http://www.pambazuka.org/en/category/comment/50078
>
> Printer friendly version
>
> There are 2 comments on this article.
>
> I am finding it very difficult to join in the jubilation about Senator
Barack Obama. Not that I want to deny the man his victory, but my
impulse to celebrate keeps deflating on the idea that the best thing
that happened to little Barack was not growing up in Kenya.
>
> I have been imagining alternative trajectories for him if he had come to
know the world through the eyes of a Kenyan citizen, if his mother and
grandparents had not rescued him from our chaos and contradictions and
brought him up somewhere his intellect and talent could grow.
>
> If he had grown up here, and had he somehow managed to retain most
elements of his current self, he would have been another outstanding,
intelligent and competent Luo man in our midst: and he would have been
killed.
>
> Yes, we would have assassinated a Barack Obama if he had remained ours,
with us, one of us here in this schizophrenic cauldron we call home.
This is not going to stretch the imagination of any Kenyan - after all,
when we had that incredibly good-looking and charismatic home-grown
hero, Tom Mboya, we shot him to death.
>
> And when that austerely intellectual and elegant leader, Robert Ouko,
threatened to look overly intelligent to the world, we killed him too.
We killed Pio Gama Pinto and we killed JM Kariuki. There is no reason to
suppose that Barack Obama, whose integrity of purpose and stringent
sense of ethics even his enemies concede, would have survived his Kenyan
roots.
>
> He is much too intelligent, too charged with the promise of history, too
bold in his claim to a shining destiny, too full of the audacity of
hope, for us to have let him survive. Kenya would have killed Barack
Obama, or at least his dream, as we inevitably destroy, in one way or
another, the best and the boldest of us. Goldenberg whistle blower David
Munyakei's challenge to his country to be bigger than our greed was met
with a whimper, and then with rapid abandonment. We did not deserve him,
either.
>
> As for John Githongo, he should have known better than to take the idea
of public ethics seriously - this is Kenya, after all. Let him enlighten
people at Oxford instead; such considerations are too virtuous for us,
too sensible, too conducive to a promising future. We do not even remark
on the haunting wastage of all this shining accomplishment - Micere Mugo
sings her lyrical poetry for Americans, and we do not even know enough
to mourn the loss.
>
> And yet we are all enchanted with the power of the idea of Barack Obama,
the hope of him, the beauty of his life's trajectory, the universe of
possibilities and probabilities that it conjures for the least of the
rest of us. If someone's cousin's friend's neighbour makes it to the
United States... then we all have a chance. We have a strange
predilection for schizophrenic loves and loyalties; we let geography
dictate our alliances and imaginary lines decide our friends. It is as
if our social contract states that here, at home, we are obliged to
behave like fighting rats to each other but when abroad, when released
from the shackles of kin and clan and conclave, we can fly and soar and
master the sky.
>
> When Wangari Maathai is abroad, we feel that her Nobel Prize is partly
represented in each of our Kenyan living rooms; when she comes home, she
is just another Kikuyu politico. We preen about our athletes winning yet
another international competition to anybody who will give us half a
chance, but when they are at home we turn them into more fodder for
militias.
>
> Caine Prize winners are Kenyan by automatic assent, but Binyavanga
Wainaina is a Kikuyu writer when at home and Yvonne Owuor is indelibly a
Luo - we shrink them to fit the midget-sized visions we have of
ourselves.
>
> It is clear to all of us, and the evidence continues to accrue, that we
have, collectively, a certain global competence, as Kenyans, that we
produce individuals of substance and historical purpose.
>
> Being Kenyan, however, we prefer to drown in the pettiness of our
parochial quarrels when at home, and if one of us threatens to be too
hopeful, too ambitious, too intelligent, too creative or too
inspirational to fit into our trivial little categories of hatred and
suspicion, we kill them, or exile them from our societies, or we just
cause them to run away inside, hiding from us and from themselves the
grandeur of their souls, the splendid landscapes of their imagined
tomorrows.
>
> Nothing but the worst for us, at home. We recognise each other by our
most rancid rhetoric. We insist upon it, we cultivate it, we elevate it
to an art form: Kenyan, and quarrelsome.
>
> Kenyan, and clannish. Kenyan, and counter-productive. Kenyan, and
self-destructive. Kenyan, and consistently heart-breaking. Genius
everywhere, and not a thought to be had. Promise and potential
everywhere, and not an opportunity to be had. Money everywhere, and not
an honest penny to be earned. Helicopters aplenty, but no help for the
needy. A land awash in Cabinet ministers and poverty.
>
> I have been watching Kenyans getting high on Obamamania, and I am
wondering what we are so happy about? It is perhaps that we are
beginning to acknowledge what we should always have known - given a half
a chance, an ever so slightly conducive context, Kenyans are more likely
to over-achieve than not. At the faintest provocation, Kenyans will leap
past expectations without breaking their stride or breaking a sweat,
especially if they happen to have escaped the imprisoning edifice we
call home and found foreign contexts to flourish in, no matter how
alien.
>
> I went to a town in the Canadian Arctic once, in the far north, where in
summer the sun shines even at midnight and in the winter the world is an
endless landscape of ice and snow. Here, far, far away from home, where
nothing was familiar except the gentleness of elderly Inuit women and
the comforting weirdness of the white residents, I was told that the
local dentist had, for many years, been a Kenyan. Everybody said he had
been an excellent dentist, out there in the desert of the cold. I was
unsurprised.
>
> We are an adventurous people, we Kenyans, and we take to the world
outside our home as if born to a conquistador culture - we are brave and
brash and bold, out there. We buy and sell things, and make money at it,
out there. We go to school and excel and cover ourselves with
accreditations, out there. We win things, out there. We get prizes, out
there. We are at our best, out there.
>
> However, at home, for some reason we refuse to either acknowledge or
examine - we have chosen simply to set aside this capacity. Here, at
home, nothing but the very lowest common denominator will do; nothing
but the basest and most brutal aspects of our selves are to be presented
to each other; nothing but the most cynical manipulation is the basis of
our political space. We prefer to be ruled by individuals whose
mediocrity is matched only by their mendacity, here at home.
>
> We prefer to abdicate our adult responsibilities and capacity for reason
to "leaders" whose lack of virtue is as legendary as our attractively
exotic pastoralists. We do not only waste talent, here at home - we go
out of our way to suppress and repress it. We do not only deny dreams,
here in Kenya - we devour them, and ask each other, "Who do you think
you are?" As if the success of another is an affront.
>
> In Kenya, grand vision and soaring imagination is illegitimate; here,
they just call you naive. Out there, you stand a chance of becoming a
hero; at home, you will have nothing but the taste of ashes in your
mouth. Mothers, take your children abroad.
>
> Barack Obama has written two books, in which he discusses ideas. Ideas.
This is a man with vision and conviction, and enough good ideas that
even those who do not like the pigmentally-advantaged are listening, and
changing their minds.
>
> Even those who think that his name sounds suspiciously like a
terrorist's are reading his books and listening to his speeches, and
changing their minds. This is a man with interesting and inspiring
things to say - which disqualifies him from any Kenyan-ness we would
have liked to claim.
>
> Americans like the image of them that Barack Obama has painted in words;
which Kenyan leader would dare to build dreams bigger than his roots?
Which Kenyan leader would ever be so foolish as to attempt inspiration
instead of instigation?
>
> Barack Obama has seduced the world by the power of his persuasiveness,
and while Kenyans raise another glass to the accomplishments of "one of
our own," it seems clear to me that we gave up our rights to him when we
gave up our hopes for ourselves. When we settled for incompetence, and
corruption, and callousness, we defined ourselves out of his universe,
and out of his dreams.
>
> We rejected Barack Obama-ness when we allowed those pangas to slash our
dreams, when we watched our hopes spiral away in smoke. We allowed the
ones who had done this to become the only mirrors of ourselves, and then
squelched our disgraced selves back to the mire of our despondency.
>
> Barack Obama cannot be a Kenyan, and Kenyans cannot grasp Barack Obama's
dream. We have already despaired of it, and of ourselves. His dream
would have died with ours, here at home, here in the graveyard of hope.
>
> But oh, how we yearn to see ourselves reflected in his eyes...
>
>
> *Wambui Mwangi is an assitant professor of Political Science at the
University of Toronto, Canada. This article first appeared inThe East
African, June 15 2008.
>
> *Please send comments to editor at pambazuka.org or comment online at
http://www.pambazuka.org/
>
>
>
>
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