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1、Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: The danger of a single story Im a storyteller. And I would like to tell you a few personal stories about what I like to call the danger of the single story. I grew up on a university campus in eastern Nigeria. My mother says that I started reading at the age of two, althoug
2、h I think four is probably close to the truth. So I was an early reader, and what I read were British and American childrens books. 00:38 I was also an early writer, and when I began to write, at about the age of seven, stories in pencil with crayon illustrations that my poor mother was obligated to
3、 read, I wrote exactly the kinds of stories I was reading: All my characters were white and blue-eyed, they played in the snow, they ate apples, 01:05 and they talked a lot about the weather, how lovely it was that the sun had come out. 01:11 Now, this despite the fact that I lived in Nigeria. I had
4、 never been outside Nigeria. We didnt have snow, we ate mangoes, and we never talked about the weather, because there was no need to. 01:25 My characters also drank a lot of ginger beer, because the characters in the British books I read drank ginger beer. Never mind that I had no idea what ginger b
5、eer was. 01:36 And for many years afterwards, I would have a desperate desire to taste ginger beer. But that is another story. 01:43 What this demonstrates, I think, is how impressionable and vulnerable we are in the face of a story, particularly as children. Because all I had read were books in whi
6、ch characters were foreign, I had become convinced that books by their very nature had to have foreigners in them and had to be about things with which I could not personally identify. Now, things changed when I discovered African books. There werent many of them available, and they werent quite as
7、easy to find as the foreign books. 02:14 But because of writers like Chinua Achebe and Camara Laye, I went through a mental shift in my perception of literature. I realized that people like me, girls with skin the color of chocolate, whose kinky hair could not form ponytails, could also exist in lit
8、erature. I started to write about things I recognized. 02:35 Now, I loved those American and British books I read. They stirred my imagination. They opened up new worlds for me. But the unintended consequence was that I did not know that people like me could exist in literature. So what the discover
9、y of African writers did for me was this: It saved me from having a single story of what books are. 02:58 I come from a conventional, middle-class Nigerian family. My father was a professor. My mother was an administrator. And so we had, as was the norm, live-in domestic help, who would often come f
10、rom nearby rural villages. So, the year I turned eight, we got a new house boy. His name was Fide. The only thing my mother told us about him was that his family was very poor. My mother sent yams and rice, and our old clothes, to his family. And when I didnt finish my dinner, my mother would say, F
11、inish your food! Dont you know? People like Fides family have nothing. So I felt enormous pity for Fides family. 03:42 Then one Saturday, we went to his village to visit, and his mother showed us a beautifully patterned basket made of dyed raffia that his brother had made. I was startled. It had not
12、 occurred to me that anybody in his family could actually make something. All I had heard about them was how poor they were, so that it had become impossible for me to see them as anything else but poor. Their poverty was my single story of them. 04:12 Years later, I thought about this when I left N
13、igeria to go to university in the United States. I was 19. My American roommate was shocked by me. She asked where I had learned to speak English so well, and was confused when I said that Nigeria happened to have English as its official language. She asked if she could listen to what she called my
14、tribal music, and was consequently very disappointed when I produced my tape of Mariah Carey. 04:44 She assumed that I did not know how to use a stove. 04:48 What struck me was this: She had felt sorry for me even before she saw me. Her default position toward me, as an African, was a kind of patron
15、izing, well-meaning pity. My roommate had a single story of Africa: a single story of catastrophe. In this single story, there was no possibility of Africans being similar to her in any way, no possibility of feelings more complex than pity, no possibility of a connection as human equals. 05:20 I mu
16、st say that before I went to the U.S., I didnt consciously identify as African. But in the U.S., whenever Africa came up, people turned to me. Never mind that I knew nothing about places like Namibia. But I did come to embrace this new identity, and in many ways I think of myself now as African. Alt
17、hough I still get quite irritable when Africa is referred to as a country, the most recent example being my otherwise wonderful flight from Lagos two days ago, in which there was an announcement on the Virgin flight about the charity work in India, Africa and other countries. 05:55 So, after I had s
18、pent some years in the U.S. as an African, I began to understand my roommates response to me. If I had not grown up in Nigeria, and if all I knew about Africa were from popular images, I too would think that Africa was a place of beautiful landscapes, beautiful animals, and incomprehensible people,
19、fighting senseless wars, dying of poverty and AIDS, unable to speak for themselves and waiting to be saved by a kind, white foreigner. I would see Africans in the same way that I, as a child, had seen Fides family. 06:34 This single story of Africa ultimately comes, I think, from Western literature.
20、 Now, here is a quote from the writing of a London merchant called John Locke, who sailed to west Africa in 1561 and kept a fascinating account of his voyage. After referring to the black Africans as beasts who have no houses, he writes, They are also people without heads, having their mouth and eye
21、s in their breasts. 07:04 Now, Ive laughed every time Ive read this. And one must admire the imagination of John Locke. But what is important about his writing is that it represents the beginning of a tradition of telling African stories in the West: A tradition of Sub-Saharan Africa as a place of n
22、egatives, of difference, of darkness, of people who, in the words of the wonderful poet Rudyard Kipling, are half devil, half child. 07:31 And so, I began to realize that my American roommate must have throughout her life seen and heard different versions of this single story, as had a professor, wh
23、o once told me that my novel was not authentically African. Now, I was quite willing to contend that there were a number of things wrong with the novel, that it had failed in a number of places, but I had not quite imagined that it had failed at achieving something called African authenticity. In fa
24、ct, I did not know what African authenticity was. The professor told me that my characters were too much like him, an educated and middle-class man. My characters drove cars. They were not starving. Therefore they were not authentically African. 08:20 But I must quickly add that I too am just as gui
25、lty in the question of the single story. A few years ago, I visited Mexico from the U.S. The political climate in the U.S. at the time was tense, and there were debates going on about immigration. And, as often happens in America, immigration became synonymous with Mexicans. There were endless stori
26、es of Mexicans as people who were fleecing the healthcare system, sneaking across the border, being arrested at the border, that sort of thing. 08:53 I remember walking around on my first day in Guadalajara, watching the people going to work, rolling up tortillas in the marketplace, smoking, laughin
27、g. I remember first feeling slight surprise. And then, I was overwhelmed with shame. I realized that I had been so immersed in the media coverage of Mexicans that they had become one thing in my mind, the abject immigrant. I had bought into the single story of Mexicans and I could not have been more
28、 ashamed of myself. 09:25 So that is how to create a single story, show a people as one thing, as only one thing, over and over again, and that is what they become. 09:36 It is impossible to talk about the single story without talking about power. There is a word, an Igbo word, that I think about wh
29、enever I think about the power structures of the world, and it is nkali. Its a noun that loosely translates to to be greater than another. Like our economic and political worlds, stories too are defined by the principle of nkali: How they are told, who tells them, when theyre told, how many stories
30、are told, are really dependent on power. 10:11 Power is the ability not just to tell the story of another person, but to make it the definitive story of that person. The Palestinian poet Mourid Barghouti writes that if you want to dispossess a people, the simplest way to do it is to tell their story
31、 and to start with, secondly. Start the story with the arrows of the Native Americans, and not with the arrival of the British, and you have an entirely different story. Start the story with the failure of the African state, and not with the colonial creation of the African state, and you have an en
32、tirely different story. 10:51 I recently spoke at a university where a student told me that it was such a shame that Nigerian men were physical abusers like the father character in my novel. I told him that I had just read a novel called American Psycho - 11:09 - and that it was such a shame that yo
33、ung Americans were serial murderers. 11:24 Now, obviously I said this in a fit of mild irritation. 11:29 But it would never have occurred to me to think that just because I had read a novel in which a character was a serial killer that he was somehow representative of all Americans. This is not beca
34、use I am a better person than that student, but because of Americas cultural and economic power, I had many stories of America. I had read Tyler and Updike and Steinbeck and Gaitskill. I did not have a single story of America. 11:54 When I learned, some years ago, that writers were expected to have
35、had really unhappy childhoods to be successful, I began to think about how I could invent horrible things my parents had done to me. 12:09 But the truth is that I had a very happy childhood, full of laughter and love, in a very close-knit family. 12:16 But I also had grandfathers who died in refugee
36、 camps. My cousin Polle died because he could not get adequate healthcare. One of my closest friends, Okoloma, died in a plane crash because our fire trucks did not have water. I grew up under repressive military governments that devalued education, so that sometimes, my parents were not paid their
37、salaries. And so, as a child, I saw jam disappear from the breakfast table, then margarine disappeared, then bread became too expensive, then milk became rationed. And most of all, a kind of normalized political fear invaded our lives. 12:56 All of these stories make me who I am. But to insist on on
38、ly these negative stories is to flatten my experience and to overlook the many other stories that formed me. The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story. 13:24 Of course, A
39、frica is a continent full of catastrophes: There are immense ones, such as the horrific rapes in Congo and depressing ones, such as the fact that 5,000 people apply for one job vacancy in Nigeria. But there are other stories that are not about catastrophe, and it is very important, it is just as imp
40、ortant, to talk about them. 13:44 Ive always felt that it is impossible to engage properly with a place or a person without engaging with all of the stories of that place and that person. The consequence of the single story is this: It robs people of dignity. It makes our recognition of our equal hu
41、manity difficult. It emphasizes how we are different rather than how we are similar. 14:08 So what if before my Mexican trip, I had followed the immigration debate from both sides, the U.S. and the Mexican? What if my mother had told us that Fides family was poor and hardworking? What if we had an A
42、frican television network that broadcast diverse African stories all over the world? What the Nigerian writer Chinua Achebe calls a balance of stories. 14:32 What if my roommate knew about my Nigerian publisher, Muhtar Bakare, a remarkable man who left his job in a bank to follow his dream and start
43、 a publishing house? Now, the conventional wisdom was that Nigerians dont read literature. He disagreed. He felt that people who could read, would read, if you made literature affordable and available to them. 14:55 Shortly after he published my first novel, I went to a TV station in Lagos to do an
44、interview, and a woman who worked there as a messenger came up to me and said, I really liked your novel. I didnt like the ending. Now, you must write a sequel, and this is what will happen . 15:13 And she went on to tell me what to write in the sequel. I was not only charmed, I was very moved. Here
45、 was a woman, part of the ordinary masses of Nigerians, who were not supposed to be readers. She had not only read the book, but she had taken ownership of it and felt justified in telling me what to write in the sequel. 15:32 Now, what if my roommate knew about my friend Fumi Onda, a fearless woman
46、 who hosts a TV show in Lagos, and is determined to tell the stories that we prefer to forget? What if my roommate knew about the heart procedure that was performed in the Lagos hospital last week? What if my roommate knew about contemporary Nigerian music, talented people singing in English and Pid
47、gin, and Igbo and Yoruba and Ijo, mixing influences from Jay-Z to Fela to Bob Marley to their grandfathers. 16:05 What if my roommate knew about the female lawyer who recently went to court in Nigeria to challenge a ridiculous law that required women to get their husbands consent before renewing the
48、ir passports? What if my roommate knew about Nollywood, full of innovative people making films despite great technical odds, films so popular that they really are the best example of Nigerians consuming what they produce? What if my roommate knew about my wonderfully ambitious hair braider, who has
49、just started her own business selling hair extensions? Or about the millions of other Nigerians who start businesses and sometimes fail, but continue to nurse ambition? 16:46 Every time I am home I am confronted with the usual sources of irritation for most Nigerians: our failed infrastructure, our failed government, but also by the incredible resilience of people who thrive despite the government, rather than because of it. I teach writing workshops in Lago