Pinto editor: “My escape from
Kenya”
(Pio Gama Pinto Kenya’s Unsung
Martyr, edited by Shiraz Durrani, will be launched in Nairobi, Kenya on October
16)
This story is based in some
part to questions put to the author by Journalist and Author Cyprian Fernandes.
By SHIRAZ
DURRANI, Senior Lecturer, Information
Management, Department of Applied Social Sciences, London Metropolitan
University. He is also an avid writer the histories of Kenya’s armed struggle
against colonialism and neo-colonialism.
I had two
interviews at the Kenya Special Branch Police in September 1984, following the
publication in two parts of my articles on Pio Gama Pinto in a Nairobi
newspaper.
However, in the brief space of time
between the publication of the articles and the Special Branch starting to take
“special interest” in me, a large number of activists, including many from Mau
Mau days, started sending messages of support. Their main message was that they
wished to continue and consolidate the process of recording the true history of
Kenya and to apply the lessons of history to current struggle. The questions
that the Special Branch fired at me during interviews at the Nyayo House give
an indication of how hurt the regime was at my research into the history of
publishing and the anti-imperialist struggle in Kenya:
Why
are you writing about Pinto and Kimaathi, and not about Kenyatta? Even
historians are not allowed to do research into Mau Mau.
Why
are you, a mere librarian, doing this research?
Do
you not know that people at the highest level in the Government are offended by
your article on Pinto?
Are
you a communist?
Why
do you write about workers and peasants?
What
do you understand by workers - even Moi is a worker, why are you not writing
about him?
Do
you think that you will escape the wrath of the Government machinery just
because you are “an Indian”?
And on and on.
I gave
factual information to the questions they asked. But omitted to volunteer information that
they were indirectly trying to get from me. For example, they asked me to make
a list of everybody I knew at the University of Nairobi. Well, I knew lots of people, but I focused on
those who were more likely to be looked favourably by the government and
omitted many people (in and out of university) who were my political
colleagues.
But
overall, I gave truthful answers as the facts could easily be verified. They asked what sources I had used the
material for the Pinto articles. I had
this ready. They asked me to go with the
source material for the next interview - which I never attended. But I had all the material ready as I was not
making it up. They asked me if I knew
Odinga and if he had asked me to write the article. I could answer truthfully that I knew Odinga
(who didn’t in Kenya?) But that I had no contact with him and he had not asked
me to write the articles (again truthfully).
I focussed on academic and professional reasons why I was writing on
Pinto - correct again, but did not volunteer my political convictions behind these
academic and professional writings. They
also asked me come the next time with copies of all the articles I had written
which were all in public domain so I had no problems with these.
Their reaction was skeptical and
implied that I was lying, that they did not believe me. They kept saying that I should not think that
I will escape their “treatment” just because I was Asian. There was a hidden
threat of violence to me and my family behind all their questions. The
interviews were highly intimidating and meant to instil fear. My concern was not only for me and my
family’s safety but also that through me they would get to know details of my
underground connections and activities.
Following
the second interview, I was asked to return to Nyayo House for a third
interview in three weeks’ time. People
in the know advised that the third time would very likely be the last time as
there is no way out of the Nyayo House syndrome.
So I decided
to flee into exile. But how and to where?
I had not planned any such eventuality.
The first lesson was that Kenya really is a prison and it is not easy to
escape the clutches of the ruling elite.
They had built political, social and legal borders around people so that
no escape was possible without being detected and returned to the Nyayo
chambers. The first difficulty was that
anybody working at the University needed the permission from the Vice
Chancellor before leaving the country.
No prospects of getting this. But
that was not enough. To travel overseas,
one needs to buy tickets with foreign exchange and none was available without
government authorisation. A third hurdle
was leaving from the Nairobi airport where the Special Branch kept a list of
people required for special treatment.
It seemed
hopeless. Best to give up and face the Nyayo
interview and its consequences. Without going into further details here,
arrangements were made to get the foreign exchange and a “friendly” travel
agency provided the tickets for the flight flight - but from Tanzania as flying
out of Kenya was too dangerous. Went to
work in the morning then at lunch time taxis to cross boarder on foot to
Tanzania.
The
driving force for the books and articles on the history of Kenya was the anger
from an awareness of neo-colonialism and capitalism that divided the country
into 10 millionaires and 10 million beggars.
The injustice of stealing people’s land then treat them as thieves when
they protested. But one cannot fight
neo-colonialism and capitalism without a strong organisation . I was a member of December Twelve
Movement (DTM) - now Mwakenya-DTM - and
saw socialism as the only way out for working people. People’s theatre, underground leaflets and
newspapers, documenting crimes of the comprador regimes, writing historical and
other papers - all were part of the activities of DTM in which I was
involved. Involvement in this political
movement gave me strength in Kenya as well as in London where I landed.
Of
course, there was huge sadness in having to leave Kenya. Sadness not only for
what I had to endure but for my family.
Two young children and wife with a very bright future, all well
settled. All had to be uprooted. But my case was not so bad as that of many
others. Both of us managed to get good
jobs and would eventually live reasonably well in London.
Applying
for asylum was another huge hurdle. My
first application was rejected. My trade
Union - Unison - supported my application by getting a brilliant immigration
solicitor. I wrote a long document
challenging the British Home Office as to why they rejected my
application. It took six years for the
appeal to be heard - a period when one did not know if the Home Office would
turn up at dawn and put you on a flight to Nairobi. In the end, the adjudicator asked the Home
Office why my application had not been accepted as it was a very strong case
for asylum. The Home Office had to
accept my case. Thus I got asylum and
with it a document which would allow me to travel overseas.
Housing
in London is a nightmare. Especially for
families with children. Having spent a
bad winter in a flat offered by a newly-made friend, spent a fierce winter with
storms and broken pipes and broken window panes, gas condemned as unsafe, yet
re-connected by the landlord out of kindness.
Then Naila made contact with an African housing association which
supported refugees with housing. We
found a home, at last.
The
contrast of those willing to kill you for saying something they do not like -
and friendly individuals, colleagues, trade unions, going out of their way to
offer solidarity and support. My first
job in the London Borough of Hackney provided a sharp contrast of its own. Highly friendly lower level staff but having
to fight daily personal and institutionalised racism brought another struggle
which went on for years.
The book
on Pio started as part of the research on history of publishing. That itself was a camouflage for writing a
political history of Kenya which would not be tolerated by the ruling elite. So the cover of my library profession to
maintain that I was looking at history of publishing - not politics. But that cover soon blew away as I started
using bits of the work in small articles - on Maji Maji on Mau Mau, on Makhan Singh,
on Pinto. Politics is everywhere, you
cannot hide it under librarianship and publishing. Repression, looting, power games and
resistance are all part the larger political life.
I set up,
with others, Vita Books in London to publish books on subjects which many
foreign publishers found non-profitable and which Kenyan publishers found too
hot to handle. Hence Vita Books. First came Never Be Silent (2006) and many others followed, until the Pinto
book in 2018. The work on Pinto had
continued after the articles on Pinto in 1984. But there was not much time left
from political and survival work to devote more time to it. Kept collecting small bits of information in
a box file. Then came material from
Kenya National Archives with huge support from Vita Books now in Nairobi. Several archives in UK. But mostly desk research. Saw the examples of many others who had
started work on Pinto - and given up as it was too hot a subject. But got support from others around the
world. And most important from Pinto’s
family: wife and daughters and from Pinto’s brother’s family. Other material came from Nairobi
magazines. People were generous in
sharing ideas, experiences and photos.
Which have all gone in the book.
All acknowledged in the book.
I hear
the first copies are coming off the press in Nairobi this week (October 6). Will see a copy, probably next week. Then off to Nairobi for the launch.
There
will be a new vacuum once the book is out and launched. But Pinto, Makhan Singh and others I have
written about are always there with their watchful eyes, guiding, advising,
suggesting new ways to struggle for justice, equality and socialism. Wisdom from the previous generations for the
battles of the new generation.
Shiraz Durrani
London
05-10-18
The
impressions of Kenya once in London were captured in two poems: Prison without
Walls and Sina Habari:
A prison
without walls
There are
no walls
in this
prison
It is
built on a foundation of
fear,
intimidation, and threats.
Keep
the history book closed
Keep
the historian in prison
The
prison without walls
Has
room for many.
How to
subdue
the anger
of millions
who see
their sweat and blood
enriching
but a few?
Concentration
camps and stone prisons
are never
enough.
Gallows
will not silence them
they are
too many…far too many.
Quick,
open the gates
Gates of
the prison without walls.
Create a
terror
worse
than death.
No
evidence of violence
No, not
even a scratched forehead.
Yet
opposition is silenced
millions
are struck dumb.
Blame
the victim
Make
the innocent guilty
for
questioning their misery
for … being.
Interrogations,
threats, and insults.
Why
think? Why not be an animal?
Threaten
by suggestions, intimidate by looks
will your
child be safe?
The
prison without walls
is never
full
Bring in
more…and still more
till
the whole country becomes
a prison
house…without a single wall.
And yet
Questions
keep coming
voices of
protest keep singing
minds
keep working day and night
The
prison without walls
will
never solve the problem.
Only the united
will
of the
people
will.
Shiraz
Durrani
London
October
20, 1984
Sina Habari, Mwanangu (1985)
Sina habari, mwanangu
Sina habari
Isipokuwa
habari ya taabu, mateso, na kifo.
Sina habari,
mwananchi, sina habari.
Ukitaka aardhi, ukitaka chakula, sina
habari
Isipokuwa
habari za risasi na vita.
Sina habari, mzalendo, sina habari
ukitaka shamba, ukitaka haki nyumnba na nguo
sina Habari, isipokuwa
habari ya mapambano
Sina habari,
mwanangu
Sina habari.
Ukitaka maisha, lazima uwetayari kupambana
Na kupambana tena.
Sina habari, mwanangu sina habari
Isipokuwa
habari za taabu, mateso, na kifo.
Eh, mwanangu
Ukotayari
kusikia habari?
Shiraz Durrani
[February 15, 1985]
Sina
habari, mwanangu: I have no news, my child (1985)1
I have no
news, my child
No news at all
Except
news of troubles, torture and death
No news at all
Except
news of troubles, torture and death
I have no
news, people of my land No news at all
If you want land, if you want food House and clothing
If you want land, if you want food House and clothing
No news
at all
Except
News of bullets and wars
Except
News of bullets and wars
I have no
news, patriot
No news at all
If you want freedom, liberation Self-government and liberty
I have no news
Except
News of struggles
No news at all
If you want freedom, liberation Self-government and liberty
I have no news
Except
News of struggles
I have no
news, my child No news at all
If you want life
Be prepared to struggle And to struggle again.
If you want life
Be prepared to struggle And to struggle again.
I have no
news, my child
no news
Except
News of struggles, torture and death.
no news
Except
News of struggles, torture and death.
Oh my
child,
Are you ready
To hear the news?
Are you ready
To hear the news?
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