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From
Liberator to Tyrant: Recollections of Robert Mugabe
Stephen Talbot,
PBS Frontline/World (US)
June 29, 2006
http://www.pbs.org/frontlineworld/stories/zimbabwe504/profile.html
Frontline/World
series editor Stephen Talbot interviewed Robert Mugabe twice in
the late 1970s. In this personal essay, he looks back on that pivotal
time, just before independence, when he met "an eloquent, direct
and impressive man" who promised to turn Zimbabwe into a model for
African democracy. Talbot uncovers how far Mugabe pursued and then
utterly betrayed that promise and says, "After all these years,
it's still difficult and painful to reconcile my memory of this
man with the tyrant he became."
When I first
met and interviewed Robert Mugabe, he was still the exiled leader
of an African nationalist movement trying to end white-minority
rule in what was then Rhodesia. It was July 1977 at the Kilimanjaro
Hotel in Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania. I was a 28-year-old freelance
reporter, he was a 53-year-old "terrorist" or "freedom fighter,"
depending on your point of view. He had recently spent 10 years
in a Rhodesian prison, now he was commander of a guerrilla army.
In the United States he was virtually unknown.
My first impressions,
jotted in a yellowing notebook: "Mugabe: straightforward, eloquent,
direct, to the point; ironic, barbed sense of humor. Impressive.
Not in the least bit jive or phony, no posturing." "We are fighting
for a democratic state, for self-determination, for an end to exploitation,"
Mugabe told me. "All countries should help us. There is no reason
why the American people should not come to our aid." He was particularly
keen on telling me how grateful he was for humanitarian aid from
Sweden. Mugabe spoke confidently, but without arrogance. A formal
man, dressed casually in an African print shirt, he conveyed the
dignity of a well-educated teacher, his previous profession. When
his wife, Sally, who was from Ghana, entered the room, he rose to
greet her with obvious warmth. After all these years, it's still
difficult and painful to reconcile my memory of this man with the
tyrant he became.
Today, Mugabe
is one of Africa's longest-reigning dictators, routinely denounced
by Amnesty International and Human Rights Watch for abusing his
people. "A disgrace to Africa," says Wole Soyinka, Nigeria's Nobel
Prize-winning author. "A caricature of an African dictator," says
Desmond Tutu, South Africa's Nobel laureate. And Pius Ncube, the
Catholic archbishop of Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, says he prays for "a
popular uprising" to topple Mugabe's regime. Of all the depressing
statistics about Mugabe's broken country, the one that gnaws at
me the most is that life expectancy has declined in the last two
decades from 62 years to a mere 38 years. It wasn't supposed to
be this way. When he came to power in 1980, in a landslide election
victory after a negotiated settlement of the war, Mugabe was greeted
as a national hero, at least by Zimbabwe's black majority. And at
first, Mugabe delivered on promises of peace, reconciliation with
the white minority, and social development. Yet even as early as
the 1980s, there was an ominous turn of events. Mugabe had formed
a coalition "Patriotic Front" government with a rival guerrilla
leader, Joshua Nkomo, but it soon fell apart when Mugabe accused
Nkomo of plotting a coup against him. Mugabe shocked many of his
international supporters by unleashing his North Korean-trained
Fifth Brigade against Nkomo's minority Ndebele tribe in southern
Zimbabwe. Thousands were killed.
Frontline was
one of the few media outlets in the United States to sound the alarm,
in the 1983 documentary Crisis in Zimbabwe, reported by Charlie
Cobb, an African American journalist, who, like me, was dismayed
to see Mugabe acting as brutally and repressively as the white-minority
rulers he had replaced. Should I have seen signs of what was coming?
Had Mugabe deceived me? In that hotel room back in 1977, Mugabe
assured me he was doing everything possible to overcome differences
between the two guerrilla factions, Zanu (Zimbabwean African National
Union) and Nkomo's Zapu (Zimbabwe African People's Union). Mugabe's
group was primarily Shona, Zimbabwe's majority ethnic group. Nkomo's
base was among the Ndebele. "If we make this attempt at unity and
it fails, we fail the people of Zimbabwe," Mugabe insisted. He outlined
in great detail the steps he was taking to try to integrate the
Zanu and Zapu armies. Mugabe had seen what had just happened in
Angola in the mid-1970s, where three rival nationalist movements
clashed as soon as Portugal ended its colonial rule. Angola's civil
war became a Cold War cauldron, with Washington backing one side,
Moscow the other and Beijing the third. Cuba sent troops, South
Africa invaded. Thirty years later the country is still devastated.
In Zimbabwe,
the Soviet Union backed Nkomo and China supported Mugabe, but Mugabe
was pragmatic enough to realize that a repeat of Angola would be
a disaster. For the time being, and through independence day on
April 18, 1980, Mugabe would maintain his tactical alliance with
Nkomo. And once in power, even after crushing Nkomo's opposition,
Mugabe allowed Nkomo himself, his burly adversary, to remain part
of the government as long as he lived. So the authoritarian impulse
was probably there in Mugabe from the beginning, but I chose to
see his pragmatism and his political skill. After that first meeting
with Mugabe in 1977, I interviewed him again in 1979 at an Organization
of African Unity conference in Liberia
(just before
Liberia descended into civil war) and filmed him later that summer
at his exile headquarters in Maputo, Mozambique. Looking at that
old interview just now, I am immediately struck by Mugabe's apparent
sincerity, his baritone voice, his reassuring manner. At the time,
the fighting across the border in Rhodesia was fierce. Ian Smith's
white-minority regime was aided by a crude assortment of white mercenaries
from around the world, and there was always the threat that South
Africa's apartheid leaders might intervene to save their ally to
the north. But Mugabe seemed cool and calm, even in the midst of
his rundown guerrilla compound.
The offices
of Mugabe's Zanu Party were located in a funky high-rise building.
Mozambique had only recently emerged from its own war of independence
against Portuguese colonial rule and was a poor, struggling - if
momentarily euphoric - country. The offices were spartan, the elevator
not functioning. We lugged our camera equipment up many flights
of stairs to the roof of the building, where we interviewed Mugabe
against the city skyline. He joked that having to climb the stairs
kept his staff in shape. "In the West, many consider you a terrorist,"
I began. "We are fighting an unjust system," he replied. "We are
not fighting the whites as whites. ... We are not terrorists. ...
We are fighters for democracy." Political rhetoric, of course. Even
in my 20s and sympathetic to his cause, I could recognize that.
But it also meshed with my own experience. Back home, I had become
friends with a number of Zimbabwean students studying in the States
who were members of Mugabe's Zanu. The thing I remember about them
most was how nonracist they were. For people engaged in a struggle
with Ian Smith's notoriously racist government, they were themselves
almost incomprehensibly free of animosity toward whites. Of course,
the guerrilla war in Rhodesia was brutal, with atrocities on both
sides. But the Zanu people I knew in the United States and those
I was meeting in Mozambique defied the Mau Mau image prevalent in
much of the West.
The Zimbabwean
I knew best, Tirivafi Kangai - who would later become an ambassador
for Mugabe's government - was a gentle soul, a teddy bear, with
an easy laugh. He had a few malapropisms in his otherwise articulate
stump speeches that still make me smile whenever I recall them.
My favorite: He frequently declared that the people of Zimbabwe
would be free, whatever it took, "by hooks or by crooks." In retrospect,
the "crooks" part seems eerily prescient. Today, Mugabe and his
cronies live in luxury behind high walls, having looted their country
and impoverished their people. The man I once saw as modest, even
ascetic, now acts like the late Mobutu Sese Seko, the dictator in
his leopard-skin pillbox hat who plundered Zaire and lived in splendid
isolation on a vast compound in his pillaged, ruined nation. That's
not the vision of Zimbabwe that Mugabe presented to me in 1979.
Asked what kind of society he hoped to lead, Mugabe replied, "A
truly democratic society devoid of racism ... a society where there
is equality, where there are civil liberties. ... And as far as
our own program is concerned, we are for a socialist society, you
see."
In those days,
nearly every African leader or would-be leader professed to be a
socialist of some sort - whether it was Julius Nyerere's "African
socialism" in Tanzania or Nelson Mandela's left-wing ANC, which
included the South African Communist Party. Raised as a Catholic
and educated in part by Jesuits, Mugabe became a Marxist while studying
in Ghana during the era of President Kwame Nkrumah, the grand old
man of African nationalism. Mugabe's Marxism was an ideology that
hardened during his 10-year prison term in Rhodesia and was influenced
by his Maoist allies in China. I should have paid closer attention
to Mugabe's definition of socialism as a "socio-economic system
... which is planned and operated by those who are chosen by the
people." For Mugabe, the goal became a one-party state, not a European-style
social democracy. And his own power - not the welfare of his people
- became his obsession. I never had an opportunity to discuss all
this with my friend Tirivafi. But if he was disgusted by his president's
power grabs and personal aggrandizement, he never said so publicly.
Tirivafi spent most of his career abroad, as a diplomat in India,
Africa and Europe. He died of natural causes at an early age.
Mugabe's 26
years in power have turned out to be a textbook example of Lord
Acton's famous dictum, "Power tends to corrupt and absolute power
corrupts absolutely." In the first election after independence,
Mugabe's Zanu Party won control of 57 out of 80 seats in parliament,
easily overwhelming their nominal ally, Zapu. A pattern soon developed:
When Mugabe felt firmly in control, he was relatively benign, running
Zimbabwe like a ward boss in old Chicago, handing out patronage
to his friends. But whenever Mugabe felt that his power was threatened
-- by Nkomo, by white farmers, by the Movement for Democratic Change
-- he lashed out. Usually his brutal crackdowns were timed to upcoming
elections he thought he might lose. Mugabe's confiscation of white-owned
farms in the last six years has been highly political. Zimbabwe
inherited an inequitable agricultural system from colonial Rhodesia.
A quarter of a million whites owned most of the fertile, productive
farm land in a nation of what was then 7 million blacks. The farms
were efficient and bountiful, producing tobacco as a cash crop and
more than enough corn to feed the country and to export. African
demand for land reform was strong, but Mugabe did not want to jeopardize
the economy, and despite some militant talk, he did almost nothing
to redistribute land until he was challenged in the polls.
Suddenly Mugabe
played the race card. He urged "war veterans" -- unemployed, demobilized
guerrilla soldiers - to occupy white farms. Ownership of many farms
was simply transferred to Mugabe's cronies, who have proved to be
either incapable of farming or totally disinterested in it. Most
whites have left the country, sometimes invited to start over in
neighboring Zambia or Mozambique. Thousands of black farmworkers
lost their jobs, and agriculture has collapsed. Malnutrition is
now widespread. Eighty percent of Zimbabweans are unemployed. The
whole country, now some 12 million people, has closed in upon itself,
cut off from the rest of the world, trapped in its own private torment.
Mugabe, now 82, has virtually achieved his one-party state. Zanu
controls most of the seats in parliament. When Mugabe needs to,
as in 2002, he rigs elections. His party, which only needs a 75
percent majority (which it has) to change the constitution, does
so on a whim. He has silenced what used to be a robust and free
press, jailing and torturing reporters. And he has become increasingly
mercurial and brutal. Last year he launched his own version of slum
clearance, called Operation
Murambatsvina ("Clean the Filth"), evicting some 700,000 people
from their homes in Harare and other cities -- mostly desperately
poor people who, he feared, might support the opposition or stage
food riots. When condemned by the international community, Mugabe
hisses back, claiming he is the target of a Western conspiracy.
Paranoia has replaced the openness with which, 30 years ago, he
solicited international support for his rebel cause.
All of this
has caused me, and others, to wonder what exactly transformed Mugabe
from a promising national hero to a tyrant. Is it simply that he
has remained in power far too long? Or was there some other trigger?
Ian Smith, Mugabe's now-elderly enemy, has said he thinks Mugabe
is simply "deranged." Mugabe's outbursts against homosexuals seem
particularly bizarre, though perhaps this is political theater,
aimed at tradition-bound, deeply conservative voters. Some speculate
that Mugabe became unhinged after his wife, Sally, died in 1992.
He subsequently married his secretary, who is some 40 years younger
than he. Others trying to fathom Mugabe's psyche look back further,
to the horrors of the Rhodesian war and the emotional scars such
a conflict can leave. There was one moment in particular during
Mugabe's years in jail: His only son died and he was not allowed
to attend the funeral. An extraordinary man like Nelson Mandela
was able to rise above such torment and personal loss and went on
to free his people and reconcile his nation. But few countries are
fortunate enough to have a Mandela.
Long ago, Mugabe
seemed to hold something of Mandela's promise. When I last spoke
with him, on that rooftop in Maputo, he had come to a crossroads.
His guerrilla army had taken the offensive, and he might, conceivably,
have shot his way to power, but the toll in lives would have been
high and it might have provoked a larger conflict, involving South
Africa and perhaps even Britain and the United States. There was
an apocalyptic mood back then, with South African apartheid leader
P.W. Botha telling the BBC that World War III had already started
in southern Africa between the West and the Soviet Union. At that
moment, Mugabe had the good sense to accept a British offer to go
to London and negotiate an end to the bitter conflict. The Lancaster
House Agreement, which paved the way for majority rule in Zimbabwe,
was signed just before Christmas in 1979. There would be no repeat
of Angola, no spark for a third world war. As a result, Mugabe entered
office with a reputation for international statesmanship - a reputation
enhanced by his support, at some risk to his own country, for an
end to apartheid in neighboring South Africa. The reluctance these
days of African leaders to denounce Mugabe's human rights abuses
is self-serving - they don't want to call attention to their own
shortcomings - but it is also partly a legacy of respect for a man
who was once a freedom fighter.
I have pondered
the enigma of Robert Mugabe countless times - and questioned my
own naïveté in taking him at face value. It's unnerving
when you misjudge someone so profoundly. At the risk of sounding
ridiculous, there is one thing that everyone notices but rarely
mentions about Mugabe: his mustache. That small, distinctive streak
of dark hair just under his nose is Hitleresque. Not a perfect match
- Hitler's was more of a square, Mugabe's is narrower - but one
can't help making the comparison, however unfair and stupid that
might be. In fact, many political cartoonists who dislike Mugabe
draw on the Hitler comparison. I never asked, but I can't help thinking:
Is Mugabe being deliberately provocative? Or does his style of facial
hair have no political symbolism whatsoever? I can still remember
my excitement at meeting Mugabe and filing my first radio story
about him. This was history - a man leading one of the last anticolonial
struggles in Africa. He seemed to measure up - a tough, university-educated
African leader with British flourishes. When I asked him how he
would describe U.S. policy toward Zimbabwe, he deadpanned, "A mixed
grill." What happened to the Mugabe I knew in the late 1970s still
bewilders and disturbs me. Even if he lacked Mandela's transcendent
humanity and compassion, Mugabe could have been an esteemed statesman
and a popular president. Instead he has run his country into the
ground, one more tyrant on a long-suffering continent, his people
waiting for him to die.
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