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Stupidity, hunger and inhumanity

African nationalism crumbles into regionalism (the Balubas refuse to feed the Luluas, Katanga becomes a state on its own and Albert Kalonji crowns himself king of southern Kasai).

Building a nation on a solid, constructive foundation. The national front that drove back Cohen he was in fall apart and licks its wounds.

The problem of tribalism and ethnic tension
By only focusing on certain industries like natural resources, it allows the rest of the colony to sink into under development and poverty.
In the aftermath of independence the nationals who live in the prosperous regions realize their good fortune and their gut reaction is to refuse to feed the rest of the nation.

The casinos in Havana and Mexico City, the beaches of Rio, Copacabana and Acapulco are these scars of this deprivation of the national bourgeoisie, who turns its country virtually into a bordello for Europe (whorism).

The national bourgeoisie gets considerable help from the western bourgeoisie who happen to be tourists enamored of exoticism, hunting and casinos. The national bourgeoisie establishes holiday resorts and playgrounds for entertaining the western bourgeoisie. The sector goes by the name of tourism.

The nationalization of industry by the bourgeoisie is not the same as the total transformation of the country. Its vocation is not to transform the nation but prosaically serve as a conveyor belt for capitalism, forced to camouflage itself behind the mask of neo colonialism.

"...a shapeless, rising mass, still admired in the Dark Ages."

I don't understand why he thinks that the militant who confronts the colonist war machine with his rudimentary resources realizes that while he is demolishing colonial oppression he is indirectly building another system of exploitation.

The disconnect between the new governments and the rural interior, and tribal parties that oppose centralization and unity and denounce the one party dictatorship.

The dreams in the douars and villages are not those of the children in the cities dreaming of luxury goods or passing their exams but dreams of identification with such and such a hero whose heroic death still brings tears to their eyes.