A Review of Carl Patrick Burrowes’ “Between The Kola Forest & The Salty Sea” (Part VI)

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By Attorney Keith Neville Asumuyaya Best

Where we have been: a summary of all we have covered up to this point, for the benefit of those just catching up with us. Now, join us: for Part VI: the conclusion of Burrowes’ Between the Kola Forest & the Salty Sea.

We ended Part V after the ‘flagship’ of a recently launched, earth-shaking, shipping operation—between Africa, Europe and the Americas—berthed, (came in) to its homeport. The boat’s manifest soon recorded the triumph, (success, coup) of this maiden expedition the wearied ship’s captain and crew had engineered.

Out of curiosity, now, they followed the tallyman’s studied routine as he inventoried the ‘catch’ that these fishermen had harvested from the ‘sea.’ The over-laden vessel gradually rocked itself to its normal equilibrium (balance) as time and time again, to hold was let open to let the imprisoned—now reduced to “animals” fight their way through, onto dry land. First through were the women and children, to set the stage for the preliminaries and the kick- off.

Through glazed eyes, the dollar-$ign$ glittered at the sight of the (dazzling, spanking-new) shipment of Gold, Black Gold, (Africans, in human flesh) that had been ferried back across the base of the infamous, “trade triangle,” by these fishermen (or hunters). The promise of untold wealth, for the long-haul, was unmistakable, (definite, obvious).

For a while, the local, senior and wealthier landowners and farmers had brought up the rear, knowing that the ‘bulls’ (younger and stronger) African men would be kept for later. Now, feasting their greedy and crafty eyes on the stature and heft of the strapping young men being whipped to keep them advancing forward, the landed gentry, their (calculated) pomposity more gild than the painted ornaments they wore, moved forward as well, but from the opposite side, into the open-air market, ready for the ‘kill.’

Following that first shipment, the large-scale reduction of Africa’s population—now had begun in earnest, (for real).  Still on the cusp, (the focal point) the well-worn hands of the ubiquitous, (ever-present) tallymen of head-counting  lore, (wisdom, experience) would ring up, issue the death-toll  and produce an eventual, cumulative  catalogue (list, record) of Africa’s faithful-departed, dispatched by the millions, over the centuries.

Europe and the New World now were on course for a new level of advancement, (expansion, progress) thanks to the black manpower that eons before, in another time and place, had moved and shaped into existence, Egypt’s ancient pyramids—on backs of ebony, buttressed, (reinforced, braced) by steel, shackled this time around, by captors from Europe and the New World.

In this New World, Africans in bondage were biting the white man’s dust—and kissing their butts—in hopes of surviving a fate bereft of every iota, (speck) of promise or hope of someday returning to a world, now distant and, to all concerned, forever-lost. Back on the Black Continent, those who had avoided being stolen away continued raising themselves up when the dust settled—after spasmodic (every now and then) outburst of violence and confusion.

The European’s early formation of their predatory battalions would maintain, (preserve, keep) the cadence (tempo, beat) of history’s steady march down the road of ‘’progress,” down through the ages.” The 8th century epic  poem “Beowulf,” would foster the bridge between the timeless, and unrequited, (unfulfilled, unsatisfied) lust for and reliance on “gold” that today, continues to drive the world’s modern-day economic system, long begun from its lowly, ancient beginnings—off the ravaged backs of kidnapped, poor and defenseless men, women and children, no thanks to Europe’s pillage,  the world over.

How Burrowes began his story

Dr. Carl Patrick Burrowes began his book, Between the Kola Forest & the Salty Sea (the Story of Liberia) with an engaging intro he had taken pains to settle on. It would take him, we surmised, to most of the many places he had always planned to go. Almost naturally, then, the book’s coverage would extend to the West African sub-region and, by implications proceed onward—to take in the entire continent—as it does, given all that—since time immemorial—has attested to the Continent’s long-acknowledged mantra: the “Cradle of Civilization.”

Between the Atlantic Ocean, and the Sahel, (southern shores of the West African Sahara Desert) this drama of industry, commerce and thievery, outlined Carl Burrowes’ demographic, and linguistic odyssey that a priori, (in foresight) Dr.  Carl Patrick Burrowes had anticipated. It was a landmark dig that long before the author’s birth, had plowed up and turn over the soils of history in an archaeological excavation, (scientific study of the material remains of past ages, as evidence of man’s culture, life and history) for this significant, authenticate find, (discovery) that even base elements of the human race must submit to, their idle and fruitless pontification through the ages, down to the present, notwithstanding.

What else, then, could not befall a continent that began the human race—with its abundant wealth in tow, as home to a race that most of the world’s people, had been brainwashed—or cajoled (misguided) into learning to hate: the Black race—a fact of creation—an empirical (observed, practiced)experience that other races rejecting the African reality as too “rife with “contradictions ,” (for their taste) and too humbling for the “super-humans” to abide. Accordingly, they must rewrite history in their favor, as they continue to try to do.

Today, many members of the Black race are beginning to learn to live with these and other facts of life—not giving a damn—never mind that they ought to be concerned about what Europeans and their minions might still be formulating.

“The story of the Liberian People,” Burrowes’ book continues, “does not begin in America, as portrayed in many history books, nor in the rain forest of present day Liberia, as many people would assume.

The story began about 1.5 million years ago in East Africa, where the oldest human bones have been found. From there, early people migrated to Asia, then to various corners of the world. In short Africa is the ancestral home of people all over the world, including those living in China, Europe and America.

The story shifted about 60,000 years ago. By then, people were living in West Africa and making a variety of simple tools,” Dr. Burrowes’ book reads.

How the review began—or should have

Our review of the book had begun just as simply and almost as engagingly. It started—or should have begun—with Dr. Burrowes’ first public reading of his book—with, and to—a group of writers, shortly after he arrived in the country. The writers had dropped in on him—we believe—asking that he did the honors.

An advance copy of the book had been dispatched to us at the Daily Observer through a mutual friend—the professional bassist, Ernie Bruce—courtesy of Dr. Burrowes.  We went ahead and read the book, taking notes as we read, in preparation for this review.

Because of space—given the holiday—the conclusion will be continued! Thanks!

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