Things Fall Apart - Part Three - Chapter Twenty-Twenty Five - Excerpts
Things Fall Apart - Part Three - Chapter Twenty-Twenty Five - Excerpts
Excerpts
Chapter Twenty
Okonkwo said, almost to himself. "But I cannot understand these things you tell
me. What is it that has happened to our people? Why have they lost the power
to fight?"
"Have you not heard how the white man wiped out Abame?" asked Obierika.
"I have heard," said Okonkwo. "But I have also heard that Abame people were
weak and foolish. Why did they not fight back? Had they no guns and
machetes? We would be cowards to compare ourselves with the men of Abame.
Their fathers had never dared to stand before our ancestors. We must fight these
men and drive them from the land."
"It is already too late," said Obierika sadly. "Our own men and our sons have
joined the ranks of the stranger. They have joined his religion and they help to
uphold his government. If we should try to drive out the white men in Umuofia
we should find it easy. There are only two of them. But what of our own people
who are following their way and have been given power? They would go to
Umuru and bring the soldiers, and we would be like Abame." He paused for a
long time and then said: "I told you on my last visit to Mbanta how they hanged
Aneto."
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"Does the white man understand our custom about land?"
"How can he when he does not even speak our tongue? But he says that our
customs are bad, and our own brothers who have taken up his religion also say
that our customs are bad. How do you think we can fight when our own brothers
have turned against us? The white man is very clever. He came quietly and
peaceably with his religion. We were amused at his foolishness and allowed
him to stay. Now he has won our brothers, and our clan can no longer act like
one. He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen
apart."
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will not be buried by his clansmen. His body is evil, and only strangers may
touch it. That is why we ask your people to bring him down, because you are
strangers."
"Will you bury him like any other man?" asked the Commissioner.
"We cannot bury him. Only strangers can. We shall pay your men to do it.
When he has been buried we will then do our duty by him. We shall make
sacrifices to cleanse the desecrated land."
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The Commissioner went away, taking three or four of the soldiers with him. In
the many years in which he had toiled to bring civilization to different parts of
Africa he had
learned a number of things. One of them was that a District Commissioner must
never attend to such undignified details as cutting a hanged man from the tree.
Such attention would give the natives a poor opinion of him. In the book which
he planned to write he would stress that point. As he walked back to the court
he thought about that book. Every day brought him some new material. The
story of this man who had killed a messenger and hanged himself would make
interesting reading. One could almost write a whole chapter on him. Perhaps not
a whole chapter but a reasonable paragraph, at any rate. There was so much else
to include, and one must be firm in cutting out details. He had already chosen
the title of the book, after much thought:
The Pacification of the Primitive Tribes of the Lower Niger.