Making the seemingly impossible possible
Hitler also got engineers to do the impossible. He wanted a vehicle with an engine at the back so it could not be destroyed by enemy gunfire. He assembled engineers to design one.
He was repeatedly told such a contraption was impossible. He told the engineers such a vehicle was urgently needed, and most likely blocked his ears and went away.
When finally the impossible became possible, he said the engine should not use water for cooling since it would be used in the desert. As they say, the rest is history.
The old Beetle is still on our roads with its oil cooled engine neatly tacked at the back.
What was thought impossible! thought remained only in uncivilised hinterlands of the third world. Now we learn some of the people who voted for him were in “rural areas” — any place 30 miles out of the city.
To say rural area is to talk of conservatism and backwardness. They are to blame. Rural Trump connecting with kindred spirits from Trump Towers in the heart of New York City! It defies science.
Our conceited opposition has often had to agonise over the same phenomenon — the backward rural folk messing up things in every election.
On a good day we are told they are intimidated or forced outright to vote for the ruling party (Soldiers are not supposed to travel to their rural homes around election time in Zimbabwe.). Otherwise how can a normal person (and our normal is the educated and most alienated fellow) vote for Zanu-PF? Even when that person has been made owner of the soil — a son or daughter of the soil!
On a bad day they are accused of ignorance, what Karl Marx called “idiocy of rural life”. They don’t know what they are voting for. They don’t know what they want. The clever folk in urban settings know best what’s best for everyone.
They make “informed” choices because they are exposed to the media. Oh yes, the same Trojan horse which led to Hillary Clinton’s thorough hiding she might never believe in pollsters or newspapers or watch television again.
The situation is more tragic in our part of the world. Rural folk constitute about 70 percent of the population. Our democracy is open-ended. The “ignorant” vote is weighted the same as the “enlightened” urban vote. When properly mobilised, most eligible, registered rural voters will go out to cast their ballot. The urban voter on the other hand is often a disenchanted fellow, very cynical one who asks too many questions before he can decide whether joining a voting queue is worth his while.
Given a choice, the urban voter would love to rule over rural areas without their vote. Their interests are at variance. Yet one must hazard that intimidation or no intimidation, Trump’s and Mugabe’s rural voters seem to have something in common which the urban voter often doesn’t like.
They are rooted in the soil. They don’t vote to please the international community or foreign investors. It’s America. It’s Zimbabwe.
It’s something else with your urban voter, especially in Zimbabwe. Even when the Trumps and Bothas of this world remind him repeatedly to his face that “blacks are not people”. Well, prove that you are people.
Henry Ford and Adolf Hitler proved in their determination that necessity is the mother of invention. They gave the world the Ford and the Beetle out of the impossible.
Fortunately in Zimbabwe’s case the matter at stake is not anything like the Wright brothers trying the first plane, or something for the Guinness Book of Records or a Nobel Prize. What’s matter with the bond notes? Where are our economists? All we want is an educated and informative statement from them about the feasibility or not of getting a new currency for Zimbabwe. Something that’s not political. Economics or financial logic not burdened by the dead weight of incurable historical experience.
People solve their own problems, they don’t merely ape others. The bond is about Zimbabweans trying to solve their problems. Zimbabwe is not America. It is not South Africa.
Rural Zimbabwe might have to do it. At the risk of our enlightened economists playing the Trojan horse in the war to build a new Zimbabwean economy.