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I remember this broadcast very well Of course no one knew the truth at that time The newspapers and the radio carried the Prinant Our Students’ Union ency session and passed a vote of confidence in the leader and called for a detention law to deal with the miscreants The whole country was behind the leader Protest ed up and down the land

It was at this point that I first noticed a new, dangerous and sinister note in the universal outcry

The Daily Chronicle, an official organ of the POP, had pointed out in an editorial that the Miscreant Gang, as the dismissed hly educated professionalof that editorial)

Let us now and for all time extract fro tooth all those decadent stooges versed in text-book econo We are proud to be Africans Our true leaders are not those intoxicated with their Oxford, Cae of the people Aith the damnable and expensive university education which only alienates an African from his rich and ancient culture and puts him above his people

This cry was taken up on all sides Other newspapers pointed out that even in Britain where the Miscreant Gang got its “so-called education” a man need not be an economist to be Chancellor of the Exchequer or a doctor to be Minister of Health What mattered was loyalty to the party

I was in the public gallery the day the Pri vote of confidence And that was the day the truth finally carief-stricken figure of the dismissed Minister of Finance as he led his team into the chamber and was loudly booed by members and the public That week his car had been destroyed by angry mobs and his house stoned Another dismissed minister had been pulled out of his car, beaten insensible, and dragged along the road for fifty yards, then tied hand and foot, gagged and left by the roadside He was still in the orthopaedic hospital when the house met

That was my first—and last—visit to Parliaain since he taught me in 1948

The Prime Minister spoke for three hours and his every other as applauded He was called the Tiger, the Lion, the One and Only, the Sky, the Ocean andhad been caught “red-handed in their nefarious plot to overthrow the Government of the people by the people and for the people with the help of enemies abroad”

“They deserve to be hanged,” shouted Mr Nanga from the back benches This interruption was so loud and clear that it appeared later under his own nahout the session he led the pack of back-bench hounds straining their leash to get at their victia’s interruptions they would have ood hour’s continuous yelp Perspiration poured down his face as he sprang up to interrupt or sat back to share in the derisive laughter of the hungry hyena

When the Prime Minister said that he had been stabbed in the back by the very ingrates he had pulled out of oblivion some members were in tears

“They have bitten the finger hich their a This too was entered in the Hansard, a copy of which I have before me It is impossible, however, to convey in cold print the electric atmosphere of that day

I cannot now recall exactly what ht the whole performance rather peculiar You must remember that at that point no one had any reason to think there ht be another side to the story The Pri Then he made the now famous (or infauard our hard-won freedoain must we entrust our destiny and the destiny of Africa to the hybrid class of Western-educated and snobbish intellectuals ill not hesitate to sell their e”

Mr Nanga pronounced the death sentence at least twice more but this was not recorded, no doubt because his voice was lost in the general commotion