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Zimbabwe: I Have A Dream


Without meaning to sound like a 1960s civil rights activist, I have a dream. This dream is to one day follow the English cricket team in a test match against Zimbabwe at the historic Harare Sports Club.


I have a somewhat romantic notion of wishing to sit in the intense African sunshine, a cool drink in my hand, watching 22 cricketers in action as the sun rises overhead and disappears again behind the city.

This idea is not an unrealistic one, in theory, but what likelihood has it got of coming to pass when the political climate is what it is in Zimbabwe? Well, it remains rather unlikely.

What helps to perpetuate the situation in Zimbabwe, in addition to its racist tyrannical leader Robert Mugabe, is the support that the ruling Zanu-PF party of Zimbabwe gets from the equally racist ANC party of South Africa. South Africa's president, the leader of the ANC, believes that there is no "crisis" in Zimbabwe and believes that "It's a normal electoral process" taking place there. 

It is no surprise that the South African leader believes this when his policies in his own parties mirror so closely the racist policies of his neighbour to the north—something I have previously written about.

One blogger, with whom I wholly agree, writes:
But just as this election will tell us much about Zimbabwe it will actually tell us more about the African National Congress in South Africa. While the West refuses to criticize the party of their "saint" Nelson Mandela the reality is that the ANC is an authoritarian party very similar to Zanu-PF.

What is the solution? Well I have no idea. I fear that, especially with Morgan Tsvangirai withdrawing from the Presidential run-off, my dream may not happen until Mugabe is deposed, which at this rate will be when he dies of old-age. My hope would have been for a unity government, one like that the country had when called The Republic of Zimbabwe-Rhodesia could be one solution—ensuring that all citizens, black or white and supporters of whichever political persuasion had their say in getting their country out of the mire she finds herself in.

Furthermore, will there even be any cricket played in Zimbabwe in the future as Mugabe goes about punishing anybody who dares not conform to his plans to wipe out evidence of his countries colonial past? Recently, the cricketing academy was burned to the ground in suspicious circumstances—interestingly a white former test-cricketer was charged with arson over the incident.

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