Why Primitives Are Primitive

I recently found the YouTube channel of Franck Zanu. He is a native of Benin who has spent a good deal of time researching, studying and thinking about the plight of blacks around the world. I'm not sure I agree with all of his conclusions, but he has interesting and relatively defensible positions. Since he comes from Benin and I do not, at the very least I must respect his vastly superior experience.

Here is his conversation with a woman from the Caribbean about why he thinks Haitians will never be able to fix Haiti. I have queued it up to a relevant part of the discussion.

His assertion, which he lays out thoroughly if you watch the whole video, which I recommend, is that the Africans had never seen a functioning country. Prior to colonial rule, they'd never experienced anything other than primitive, tribal society. Here's an excerpt. I have edited this transcript for clarity. Her dialog is in italics.

We had tribal wars. And you must understand, even though the only thing African tribes have in common is skin color. Once we go to this tribe is a different language, different religion, different everything. Food, everything. It's like you've been to China, in France, except the way in the same region. Let people get this picture clear. It was a continent with only tribes.

(When the Europeans arrived in Africa) there was no republics. There were no countries. No modern day concept of what country means. There were no formal boundaries and borders. So let's talk about Benin itself. How many tribes were in Benin at that time? About 50. 50 different tribes or more... But you can't say Benin because there was no Benin. You can say the region. You see what I mean? It was a region that stretched all the way from the Nile River in Nigeria, all the way to Ghana, just a region. That's no name for anybody. There was nothing like Benin, Nigeria, Ghana. 

No. But there was a concept of Dahomey.

That's correct. That's a tribe ... That's one tribe of very brutal guys. Guys with potbelly married 200 wives, and they call them chiefs. And the foreigners named them kingdoms, because that is the only way they know from where they were coming from Europe. But there was no kingdom. We are not kingdoms.

It's any pot belly guy married to many women with his family making war on the other small tribes, and they were describing them based only on the word they know. The Europeans say, oh, this people's kingdom. It was only chiefs. We never had kings in Africa.

When he made these points, it really hit me that without the experience of being a meaningful part of a functioning, modern country, even if it was modern in the 18th Century sense, you would have no idea how to organize such a country. You could take it over, but you would then revert to mean and become a really big, primitive tribe. More likely, you would devolve into many smaller tribes and go to war with each other.

More than 200 years later, they're still at the starting line.

Franck, who has appropriated an extra c for his name, possibly by nefarious means, has this terrific analogy explaining what happened to African and Caribbean countries after independence.

Now what I am explaining about Haiti goes for every single black Caribbean country. They also did the same thing. They ask for countries to run. They have never run before. What I'm explaining about Haiti has to do with every single African country. Nobody in Africa, at least sub-Saharan Africa, who's great great great great great grandfathers have ever seen a country with their eyes, let alone manage, administer, run it.

None has ever created a political system that is authentic to the people who live in it. None. None. We don't have the concept of political systems we have. We don't have the concept of economic systems yet colonialists came to build a country within a short time, install it the same way they know from where they came from, the busses, the bus stops, the roads, clinics, schools, churches, all these they build.

But you foolishly ask them to give you something you don't know how to run. It reminds me of an analogy I have created and I keep using, and that is, a guy came with an airplane big enough to take 400 people. Okay, took natives from a land into the plane. Okay? The people managed to jump the pilot, the copilot, and the junior engineer and killed them all.

...Okay, so now they've killed the pilot, the copilot and the engineer. Only then did they turn around and ask, "Does anybody know how to fly this thing?" Nobody knows how to fly that thing.

...So African leaders got independence within three years. They recognize, oh, shoot, we don't know how to fly this plane. But as it is about Africans, ego is far bigger than intellect. They couldn't confess to the masses. So do you know what they did. They coined a term immediately and say guess what. We got independence from colonials.

It's worth thinking about. I confess, I never considered this and now realize how I've taken civilization for granted. It makes me see the evolution of the West in a whole new light.

A Little Image Translation

 I couldn't find the tweet I wanted to include here, but this image will have to do. Do you know why Muslimas must dress like this?

In Islam, they believe that men cannot be expected to control their sexual desires. To prevent sexual sin, women must cover themselves completely. The image I had in mind was a still from a BBC interview with a woman covered even more completely than this, where you could only see her eyes.

Aside: Will Neuralink technology make the niqab obsolete? If women had sensors in their clothing that provided them visual information from the world around them, they wouldn't even need the eye slits any more.

If you tell boys from a very young age that they cannot control their sexual urges and that women must safeguard themselves by dressing in sacks, what do you think that does to their attitudes towards women as they reach adulthood? Forget the whole male guardian thing and all the legal second-class status for women issues, just think about how you bend males in your society when this is front and center in public every day all day. Every woman you see on the street reinforces the notion that men cannot control themselves.

If you can't control yourself when you see a Western chick dressed normally, then this is no big deal.

🚨🇬🇧 Pakistani Amar Mehraj kidnapped a 17-year-old British girl. He hit her in the head with a rock and dragged her across the ground.

Amar took her to a house, drugged her, and then r*ped her. He invited three other Pakistani migrants to the house and made money from it.

Amar… pic.twitter.com/p5ewmqF9Pv

— Radio Europe (@RadioEuropes) August 12, 2025

He did it because, when he saw her, he wanted to have sex with her and he knew, just knew that it was pointless to try to control himself.

To this guy, the trial must have seemed like a Kafka play. He could not control himself, yet he was on trial for not having controlled himself. Madness!

This post came about after I saw several videos of Muslim men in England smirking and smiling when confronted by British men who had caught them approaching little girls in parks or outside schools. It was jarring to see how the Muslims thought the whole interrogation was both surreal and comical. How in the world could they be suppressing laughter as they were being threatened?

A frustrated, frightened and angry British woman posting on X clued me in. She said something like, "Every time you see a veiled Muslima, see instead the Islamic teaching that men can't be expected to control themselves."

With that mental model, it all made sense. The Muslim women are wearing protective clothing that keep them safe from men. You, a Western girl, are not. They can relax in public. You cannot.

The multiculturalists don't know how anything works. They haven't worked through the dynamics of Islamic society and how they play out in daily life. The Islamic idea that women are responsible for preventing rapes and sexual assaults through their dress may or may not work, but it's real and it is utterly incompatible with the behavior of Western women.

You'd think they would have thought of that, but they didn't.

Recycling For The Win

This was pretty stunning. It turns out the British government recycles all the dinghies that come across the channel carrying "migrants." I wonder if they get their deposit back with each one. In any case, whatever it is the British government says about trying to stop illegal immigration, they clearly aren't if they send the boats back to France to get reloaded and used again.

Ex-MP Andrew Bridgen claims the Home Office uses GXO Logistics (30% share ownership Vanguard, Blackrock) to truck the dingys back to France for the next wave of migrants. GXO has a multi-million pound contract with @Keir_Starmer's traitor government.pic.twitter.com/XfbezX2MSE

— Paul Weston (@PWestoff) August 12, 2025

Exit Question: How will an Islamic Europe change America?

I Don't Need You, But I Do

 ... because I have AI.

And it's ruining me.

One of my favorite scenes from The Simpsons, back when it was good, was where Lisa met Bleeding Gums Murphy, the saxophonist. He said that the reason he played was that the music was inside him and he just had to put the saxophone in his mouth and let it out. Writing and speaking is like that for many of us extroverts.

Once released, however, the need has been met and we can go about our lives. Well, until the next urge to communicate arises, that is.

When I write here, I only have an idea in my head. I don't have an essay composed, I just sit down and start typing. The words come out, formed in English composition, until I'm done. I never restructure my posts and I rarely edit them beyond grammar and spelling.

Once the blog post has been written, I move on to something else.

I've discovered that AI kills my blogging. Like singing in a soundproof room, it's fine for practicing, but it never gets shared with anyone. I've been using AI to thrash out ideas, but once I've done so, I feel like I do when I've finished a blog post. The fever is gone and I just don't have the energy to recreate it and post here.

AI has made me a hermit. It has also murdered my sense of style.

There are no elements of composition when you talk to it. It is simply Q and A. There is no wry commentary or made-up words that create a playful atmosphere. There are only brute ideas bandied about and discussed until a modicum of certainty has been achieved.

Style can't be nurtured in such an environment. It can only be stunted and warped until you become slothful and clumsy in your writing. 

"If I stop practice for one day, I notice it in my playing; if I stop two days, my friends notice it; if I stop three days, the public notices it." - Pianist Hans von Bülow.

That's how I've felt using AI.

This Is Not Sustainable

This is worth watching if you want to understand why the EU and the UK face widespread civil conflict.