Africa addio

The Africa of the great explorers,

the huge land of hunting and adventure

adored by entire generations of children

has disappeared forever.

To that age-old Africa,

swept away and destroyed

by the tremendous speed of progress,

we have said farewell.

The devastation, the slaughter,

the massacres which we assisted

belong to a new Africa...

one which if it emerges from its ruins

to be more modern, more rational,

more functional, more conscious

will be unrecognizable.

On the other hand,

the world is racing toward better times.

The new America rose from the ashes

of a few white man, all the redskins

and the bones of millions of buffalo.

The new, carved up Africa

will rise again

upon the tombs of a few white men,

millions of black men,

and upon those immense graveyards

that were once its game reserves.

The endeavor is so modern and recent

that there is no room to discuss it

at the moral level.

The purpose of this film is only to bid

farewell to the old Africa that is dying

and entrust to history

the documentation of its agony.

The age of compromise has begun.

For the first time,

the gardens of the Ocean Road Palace

are open to the new African bourgeoisie

for the grand farewell party.

Old and new masters search in the lanes

for imitation and symbiosis

in the eagerness to find

something in common.

And that's how two centuries of history

draw to a close.

The last representative of

Her British Majesty

leaves the scene graciously

in that climate of festive cordiality

that always accompanies the departure

of a guest who has overstayed his welcome.

In this remote immensity,

the wail of sirens and firing of cannons

make no more din

than a child's birthday party.

Europe is in a hurry to leave

and on tiptoe

even if, all things considered,

it has given far more than it has taken.

Europe, the continent that nursed Africa,

can no longer manage this big black baby

that grew too quickly,

keeps bad company

and what's more,

hates it because of its white skin.

And so it is abandoned,

still cranky and immature,

just at the moment

when it needs Europe the most.

Africa comes out of its long Middle Age

and exchanges the spear for the gun.

The soldiers of

the most famous African regiment

formed by white men who've lived

in the country for three generations

lay down their arms

without military honors,

and trust the defense of their homes

and families to new hands.

The first spontaneous demonstrations

take place

controlled by

the new African police force.

Products imported from African countries

that aren't yet independent are destroyed.

First to go

are colonialist Portuguese eggs.

Next it's the turn of

oranges from South Africa.

And South African beer.

Once the popular enthusiasm is unleashed,

the new police must prepare to contain it.

The first elections in the history

of the Dark Continent are imminent.

The crowd presses impatiently

toward the polling places.

They're all afraid of arriving too late

and ending up empty-handed.

For this great day of Uhuru,

every party has promised its voters

the prize of the land, livestock, houses

and cars of the whites that remained.

In the highlands of Kenya,

the property of the white colonists

the big, green plateau

that for 100 years

was the fortress of

the rural aristocracy,

the Uhuru is late to arrive.

After 100 years,

the ancient African landscape

is transformed

into the Scottish countryside.

There are even foxhunts,

even if there are no foxes here.

All that's needed is for a black man

to drag a piece behind him

that just arrived by plane from England,

in order to leave the scent for the dogs.

The fox is a harmful animal

that does not exist in Africa.

If the white men

want to hunt it so badly,

they have to teach someone

to act like one.

But the fox is a treacherous prey

and should never be underestimated.

Your honor, in force of

Articles 7 and 19a

of the Repression of Mau Mau

Criminal Activities Act of April 4, 1953

I ask thatJeroke Camau

accused of arson, theft, robbery,

attempted murder and aggravated murder

be given the maximum penalty.

These weapons,

made by him and his accomplices

were used to carry out

the crimes to which he confessed in full

during the investigation.

On the night of April 6, 1961,

Rashidi Singhida entered

the farm at Aberdare Point

of the British citizen, John Fletcher

where the defendant strangled

the Askari guard, Josephi Nathaeli.

The defendant's second victim was

Miss Elizabeth Reagan

the farmer's sister-in-law

killed by a gunshot fired by

Singhida through the window of her room.

Mr. Fletcher ran down the outside stairs

where he was hit by several gunshots

that shattered his legs.

He dragged himself inside the house

in the attempt to protect

his wife, Mrs. Jane

and two daughters, Lois and Mary,

ages 15 and 18,

who had looked for shelter

under the table.

The corpses of the three women

were found headless and without limbs.

The body of Mr. Fletcher,

a former Navy officer,

was found stabbed 72 times

with a panga.

Defendant Rashidi Singhida,

do you confirm the inquiry transcript

already signed by you?

We take the liberty

of pointing out to your honor

that the defendant knows English

and doesn't need an interpreter.

I will reveal to you the facts

that emerged from the investigation.

For nine years, you were the nanny

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