“So, tell me something about humans.”
“Humans?” the patient asked with a ting of excitement.
“Yes, humans.” The doctor had a smirk on her face; she crossed her legs and placed her notepad and pencil on her lap, using her left hand to keep them in place as her right hand tapped on the armrest.
“Humans are an interesting bunch.”
“Interesting you say” the doctor was hoping her patient would open up more this time around. In the previous sessions he was guarded and irritable.
“Yes,” he sat up, a good sign. “Pretty interesting actually.” He looked into space as if conversing with some unknown power, a bad sign. The good doctor let the silence be, it was a comfortable silence, but the clock is ticking.
“You know,” he said still not making eye contact, almost as if he was not talking to the doctor. “They kill to show love.” He said as a matter-of-fact. He trailed off again. The doctor did not want to push. She did that last time and did not get anywhere, this time she’ll just let him go at his pace.
“Kill for love…can you believe that? Kill for love, that’s strange wouldn’t you say doc?”
“I would if I knew what they are killing.” A good doctor never commits to anything, especially not at this early stage.
“So you are not against killing?” He asked surprised, making eye contact for the first time.
“That’s not what I’m saying, not at all,” the doctor explained. “I mean they could be killing time, I wouldn’t be against that, would you?”
“Don’t get smart with me doc, you know I’m talking about killing as in ending life.”
“Now I get you, but what do they kill?”
“So you are still not opposed to the idea of killing for love?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Still non-committal, they taught you well.”
Again silence fell on them. It was the doctors turn to look out into space. It was proving difficult to get a patient who is so learned, albeit unqualified, in psychology to open up. At first she thought he was just suffering from the illusion of grandeur, but the past few weeks have revealed a man with a depth of knowledge in almost in every field.
“You never told me what is it they kill.” She tried once more.
“Flowers, most commonly roses.”
“And that is what is strange?”
“I see you are not sold on the killing for love thing,” he almost sounded disappointed.
“I’m just wondering if there’s anything else that makes them interesting.”
“Flowers are not the only thing they kill you know,”
“I guess,” the doctor thought it would be a good idea to change strategy, “they kill animals all the time.”
“And blacks.” He just threw that in with no ceremony.
“Blacks?” She was now more confused than ever. But the patient had drifted off again, lost in his own madness. The doctor opted for patience. Maybe he’ll come around in a few minutes.
“Are we done here doc?” He said after a good ten minutes had passed.
“No. you said something about blacks?” The doctor was hoping that the patient wasn’t closing in on her.
“Not really, we were talking about humans, not blacks.”
“And blacks are not humans?” She was a bit more confrontational now.
“Don’t you have enough notes for the day doc?”
The doctor looked at her notepad and all she had scribbled on it was ‘humans’, underlined and circled a few times. The patient looked at her looking at her notepad.
“You don’t have much do you?” he asked with pity in his voice. The good doctor just shook her head, an embarrassed smile on her face. “Ok,” the patient said as he sat up, “I’ll humour you. But this time make sure you take notes.”
So he likes helping people in distress, the doctor noted.
“So you say humans kill other humans for love?”
“Not only are you not taking notes, you are not listening either. We are done with killing for love business, that only applied to flowers. That’s your first error. As to your second, it is blacks who are killed by humans. Yes, humans do kill other humans, but here we are talking about blacks.”
“Aren’t blacks humans?” the doctor had to ask again.
“Are you looking at it from a biological or social perspective?” He sure enjoys being the guru, the doctor noted.
“Which point of view are you coming from?”
“Social of course.”
“Okay,” the doctor said as to encourage him to continue.
“Okay what?” the patient asked a bit irritated. The doctor remembered that he didn’t like the ‘patronising attitude’, as he put it, of psychologists. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Please explain how blacks are not human from a social point of view?” she was sincere and respectful in her questioning.
“Surely you can’t be that ignorant doc,” again he was disappointed in his doctor.
“Ignorant of what exactly?” she had a slight idea of where he could be going with this, but didn’t want to commit too early.
“Of what happened in the past half-millennium.” He said, dejected.
“Oh,” the doctor had guessed right, “the slavery, colonialism. So you are of the school of thought that blacks were dehumanized?”
“Are you not?”
“I guess I am,” the doctor said, not sure if this is good tact.
“Are you or aren’t you doc?” the patient was getting irritated by the doctors evasiveness. How do they expect you to open up and they don’t.
“I am.” The doctor committed, she was well aware that the textbook stuff wasn’t going to work with this patient.
“Well, I’m not.” Maybe the doctor hadn’t guessed right after all. “I posit that there were no blacks before all that you mentioned happened, but humans. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I would,” the doctor said, pondering on what the patient said instead of analyzing his thinking.
“So to say that blacks were dehumanized is absurd,” the patient continued, “simply because there were no blacks to dehumanize in the first place. Hence I say humans were blackened.” He concluded with a smirk.
“So,” the doctor started in deep thought, “you don’t agree with those that hold that in the past, say, half-century blacks have been or rather are in the process of being re-humanized? Or would you rather have it that humans are being deblackened?” the doctor had seemingly forgot about her notepad, or that this is a patient she is supposed to assess, she was just lost in conversation. What she didn’t notice was that this pleased the patient.
“Again you are missing the point doc,” he slouched back in his couch, “blacks are not humans. And you cannot deblacken humans because they are not black. The correct phrase is re-humanizing blacks.”
“But surely those are just words,” the doctor looked at the clock and realized they were over by a few minutes; she needs to wrap this up.
“Conceptual fidelity doc, conceptual fidelity.” He emphasized. “Anyway, there has never been any agenda, at least not a global one, now or in the past, to re-humanize blacks. Never. Maybe here and there a few blacks have tried, but failed. Humans don’t have time to re-humanize blacks; they are too busy killing them.”
“But not for love. So why are they killing them?” The doctor was trying to push him to the original point.
“For their leisure and comfort of course.” He said confidently.
“I don’t get how that works,” she really was confused. “Anyway the number of blacks has been growing,” she was desperate for time, trying to squeeze in everything.
“Goodness gracious me! This doctor can’t even follow a conversation.” Now he was definitely disappointed in the doctor, who was growing more confused and anxious, time not being on her side. “You see a billion black bodies, zombies if you ask me, going through the motions and you call that life?”
“But you yourself said you talking about killing as in ending life.” The doctor retorted.
“It’s good to see that even though you notepad is on leave, your memory isn’t,” he said sarcastically, looking at the almost blank notepad resting on the doctors lap. “But where your memory fails you, doc, is where we switched from a biological to a social perspective. But I will humour you.” He sat up, taking up the pose of a great tutor.
“Talking about ending life, surely you know of the human engineered wars that kill blacks. Let me not mention the biological war waged on blacks by humans. I take you have also heard of policies, imposed on blacks by humans, that deny blacks the necessities to sustain their bodies. Examples abound, but let’s rather not dwell too much on that. I’ve noticed our time is up.” He stood up, and stretched his hand out to the doctor, but the doctor signalled him to sit down.
“I still have a few minutes before my next patient arrives,” she said rather down in spirit. “I admit my sloppiness. But how do humans kill blacks? Socially that is.”
“You mean from a social perspective doc, conceptual fidelity I say. My grandmother, bless her soul, taught me that a wise man always answers a question with another. How are you not killing someone if you make so that his need can only be satisfied once he has satisfied yours? How are you not killing a mother if you make so that her children can only be taken care once she has taken care of yours?” He went quite for a bit, as if pondering something, as was the doctor.
“Listen doc,” he said as he stood up, “I do not want to disadvantage your next patient, so I will leave lest he find you not so sharp in mind.” The doctor just sat there looking into space.
“Oh, and one more thing,” the patient said before opening the door, “I don’t think I will be back for another session, the past few haven’t been much helpful. But maybe we could meet up for a drink and chat? You have my number. Goodbye.”