Mobutu's Rumble in the Jungle
Today's Boston Globe has an interesting piece on the legacy of that fight in the Democratic Republic of Congo, then called Zaire. The legacy is, at best, a mixed one. Of course the Congo has pretty much gone to hell in the years since 1974, when Mobutu Sese Seko Kuku wa za Banga (Translated: “The all-powerful warrior who, because of his endurance and flexible will to win, will go from conquest to conquest leaving fire in his wake.” Ronald Reagan, whose administration’s judgments on Africa were almost unfailingly wrong, more prosaically called the murderous kleptocrat “a voice of good sense and good will.”) was able to lure the fight, largely by using public monies that could have gone to far better purposes in Zaire. In the short-term the fight was a rousing success, at least as an athletic spectacle. In the long run, the stadium stands as a symbol of the ruin of postcolonial Congo, a vast expanse that has known little but hardship and chaos since Leopold, King of the Belgians, sunk his tentacles into it well more than a century ago.