I
often visited the Nile International Hotel for lunch or dinner on a balmy
Kampala night. I would sit there in the gardens, surrounded by other
guests and look up at the Hotel, flags flying in the equatorial breeze,
a Marabou St
ork
vulture would fly overhead toward the trees in
the distance reminding me of another vulture that had walked on the same
grounds where I sat. He had an office here and the Hotel became infamous
for being a torture and interrogation chamber for a multitude, the end of
the road for many others
Fortunately those days are behind for the Pearl of
Africa, Idi Amin died today August 16th far from the place where his reign
of terror and death took place in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. The one who
thought he was immortal, at the end of the day, was mortal like all of us
and many in Uganda hope, that if there is a hell that he be the latest arrival
and join the company of Hitler, Pol Pot, Stalin, the infamous Emperor Bokassa
of the Central African Republic and many others who have sown terrors in
their lands. Today there are no Ugandan flags flying at half-staff for the
former self-proclaimed President for Life of Uganda.
In
a rare interview Idi Amin was asked what he wanted to be known for when
he died. His answer was rather surprising, “a great athlete.” The
reality for Idi Amin is that at his death most of us see him as a butcher,
rather than a boxer and athlete. Which brings up the question: Who
was this Idi Dada Amin? Who was this man who gave himself titles (pure
son of Africa, His Excellency President for Life, Field Marshal, Al Hadji
Doctor, Idi Amin, VC, DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes
of the Sea, and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and
Uganda in Particular) and medals (Victorian Cross amongst them, self-bestowed)
that would drag any man down to the red earth of Africa?
Idi
Amin was a big man, size wise, but in reality a small man of heart.
He pursued power, women, fame, he desired to be loved by the people of Uganda,
only to be despised and rejected. A man deeply insecure that wanted
to be taken seriously but often was seen as a bumbling buffoon who never
saw that with the titles he gave himself came responsibilities. He
wanted to be served, but in turn never learned to serve those whom he presided
over. He became a laughing stock
even in his own country, so he resorted to naked, abusive power, terror
and fear to subjugate a country. He went through life as an intimidator,
even British citizen had to bow to him and pledge allegiance. He wanted
to be seen as a great statesman and wrote letters of advice to President
Nixon at the time of Watergate, asked Queen Elizabeth to come to Kampala
and find a real man, him. He offered himself to be King of Scotland, thank
God, that was turned down.
When
you study the life of Idi Amin, you see a life that was corrupted by power.
Power, that ran amok, power that was not harnessed, but allowed to reign
freely subjugating a people who wanted a servant leader, but got a tyrant,
twice the son of hell that Milton Apollo Obote had been, the President of
Uganda that Idi Amin overthrew. He called himself big Daddy, the one
who never had a father around him. His father abandoned the family
soon After Amin was born in Kabogo near the Sudanese and the Democratic
Republic of Congo somewhere around 1925 (when he died he was between 78
and 80). His father was a Kagwa, a small Sudanese tribe. His
mother belonged to the Lubarra tribe that lives around the northern town
of Arua.
Idi
Amin the product of an absent father and a mother that was said to have
been a witch and traditional herbalist. From his birth there seems
to have been a pact with the devil, a sort of selling of the soul, the absence
of heart in the quest for power. Idi Amin was one that used people
to get things, instead of using things to serve people. He wanted to be
King and somewhere in this quest he forgot that he was a mere mortal, he
as many others before him, saw himself as a semi-deity that was above the
rule of law, above common decency. Some accounts say, he even bragged on
several occasions to having consumed human flesh, commenting that it “tasted
salty.”
Not
much is known about his childhood and youth. His mother moved south to the
Jinja area where she became involved with a soldier in the “King’s African
Rifles.” A man she was purported to have bewitched when things did
not turn out to well in their relationship. Young Amin might have
attended a missionary school for some time, but his early job was selling
(mandazis) donuts in Jinja, became a cook for the soldiers at the “King’s
African Rifles” barracks where he was inducted as a private because he was
a big, burly bully and fit the type of person who the British sought as
soldiers in their African Army.
As
a soldier his evil side came to the forefront. He was the kind who
showed no mercy, especially if his enemy was helpless. He left a trail
of tears in Kenya, northern Uganda. He carried out his duties in a
most ruthless manner.
Boxing
and Rugby became the sports he started to participate in, becoming the heavyweight
champion of Uganda and in rugby he was simply an animal. His British
officer would take a hammer to his forehead and prime him for the contest
to release his mean streak and competitive spirit and off he went to destroy
the competition.
Relationally
this conqueror the British Empire as he proclaimed himself was also a failure.
He had no real friends, only those whom he bought, he eliminated so many
of his friends, people who worked with him and for him, from ministers to
general, from soldiers to common citizens, anyone who stood in his way to
keeping the power, real or imagined, throwing their bodies into Lake Victoria
or the Nile River. The fish in Lake Victoria around Kampala and Jinja
grew to enormous size according to some, and the Dam on the Nile was clogged
with bodies, the crocodiles became fat and fishermen often pulled in bodies
into their nets. When an enemy was killed he often would spend time
with the corpse and perform what a blood rite, a cutting with the knife
and a licking the blood off of the knife, a way of appeasing the spirits
and causing that person’s spirit to do no harm to him. (During his rule
over 300,000 people were murdered by his henchmen)
He
had women around him, 5 wives, one of which it has been rumored he had killed
and dismembered showing her children what happens to someone who does not
obey him. He is said to have over 34 mistresses and many other encounters
resulting in many bothersome STD’s, syphilis being one of them and that
might certainly have affected his thinking. He also had over 40 some
children, many of them going into exile with him to Saudi Arabia, one of
his boys ran for a local office in Uganda and was defeated in recent times.
Spiritually
Idi Amin was a Muslim, but in name only and not in practice. His life
showed outward observance, but no heart conversion. He used religion
as part of his quest for power. Declaring a holy Jihad to make Islam
the state religion (seeking support from Lybia and Saudi Arabia – which
he got) which brought great harm to the Churches, ministers being eliminated
left and right (Archbishop Luwum amongst them), parishioners harassed and
not promoted in state jobs, churches being told what they could not preach
about, such as using the name of Israel in sermons. The churches quit
praying for him, but Bishop Festo Kivengere wrote a book around that time
entitled “I Love Idi Amin.” This Anglican Bishop refused to hate and
continued to love in spite of the hatred spewed against him and the churches
where the secret police would sit in the services and monitor what was going
on, often arresting the leadership after the service. Idi Amin, was
given a Moslem burial, but his life is not a testimony to the faith of Islam
and its precepts, his actions were not a Holy Jihad, but bloody murder of
anyone who opposed him. He might have kept the art of Islam in its
practices at times, but never practiced the heart of Islam.
The
rule of Idi Amin lasted for 8 long years from 1971 until his overthrow in
1979. Uganda, the fruitful pearl of Africa became a literal wasteland.
Food became short in supply, milk was absent for years, children grew up
knowing only their mother’s milk. The economy was ruined as he expelled
all Asians from Uganda, took over their businesses and homes distributing
them to his cronies who simply took the goods and often shut down the stores.
Medicines were absent, medical equipment looted from hospitals and clinics,
Uganda became refuse dump instead of a pearl.
Makerere University the former jewel of higher education became graveyard
instead of a place of learning. This insecure, power hungry maniac
bestowed a Doctorate of Law and Philosophy upon himself, but could not read
well, nor write, but he could speak for hours.
If
you look at his life, over and over again it is power exhibited through
sheer force, it brought him to the presidency of Uganda and it ended his
reign as President for Life, dying this week in obscurity away from Uganda
in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia where he lived in comfort supported by the Saudis
which is sad for keepers of the faith of Islam.
In
his quest for power he invaded Tanzania and thought his glorious army would
win the day, he hated President Julius Nyerere of Tanzania who was beloved
in his country and saw him as weak and challenged him to a boxing match,
but when it was all said and done, Idi Amin fled the country, his Army was
routed and the Libyan troops sent to aid him went home.
Idi
Amin was no hero, no conqueror, he, like others before him and since him
used people, bought people, abused people and threw them away like a used
facial tissue. Today Big Daddy is no more, but his memory lives on
in the hearts and minds of those that are still carrying around the scars
of his eight years of terror…but tonight Uganda and the world can rest a
bit easier, the Hitler of Africa is no more…jon