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I regarded Africa through the eyes of a journalist. That is what I am. I also looked at Africa through other eyes, those of an African American and a woman. Armed and advantaged with these many ways of seeing, I roamed Africa and gathered its stories of the profane, the sublime, and everything in between. ![]() It is based on my reporting from South Africa in the early 1990s, followed by a posting there, from 1995 to 1999, as Johannesburg bureau chief for the Washington Post. From Jo'burg, I covered much of the continent south of the equator. I chronicled President Nelson Mandela's South Africa rebuilding itself after the ravaging years of apartheid, and I chronicled the tragedy of Mobutu Sese Seko's Zaire, now named the Democratic Republic of Congo, tearing itself apart in back-to-back wars. These two stories were the bookends of my African travels, the bittersweet crosscurrents I navigated. This impressionistic reporter's memoir does not claim to cover the length and breadth of the continent. Nonetheless, it amplifies some of the broad dynamics unfolding among Africa's 800 million people in their disparate regions, nations, and cultures. Many Africans share similar traditions and beliefs about family, society, and spiritualism. These infuse much of the continent with a collective sense of Africannes, as does the long history of conflict with and ultimately conquest by an outside world based on that pernicious invention called race. ![]() Some readers will rush to pin a label on this work, for American discourse on Africa tends toward stereotypes. But I am neither an Afro-pessimist nor an Afro-optimist. If you must call me anything, call me an Afro-realist. I write this book with an affectionate concern for and loyalty to the African struggle. I am guided by the legions of African people whose lives are built on extraordinary fortitude, unwavering hope, and profound humanity, despite immense odds. Lynne Duke Hardcover, 2003, Doubleday Paperback, 2005, Harlem Moon |
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