A refuse problem does not make a country a latrine.
Indeed, and as dirty as Big Muddy happens to be from both natural and human causes, the risk of raw sewage floating by is tiny compared to just about any major river in the non-civilized parts of the world.
Leaving aside for the moment your implication that Africa is not civilized (in ironic contradiction to your earlier claim that most Africans live in cities), how safe is it to swim in the lower Mississippi?
So respected that it devotes entire issues to the "culture" of hip hop music?
Or as earlier cultural bigotry would have it:: "So respected that it devotes entire issues to the "culture" of jazz?"
Well I'm looking at their content right now and I see a bunch of poorly translated PC-laden pseudointellectual Afrocentric left wing drivel...
There may be problems with some of Africultures's translations, but they are better than those of the average "clean website of a small town U.S. paper." As for the charges of PC and pseudointellectuality, you would have to prove those. As for Afrocentrism, you should expect a publication about African history and culture to place African history and culture at the center of its publications.
It certainly makes it look like a latrine and smell like a latrine. Being inclined to empiricism in these matters, I will have to take appearance and smell as evidence of their latrine condition.
Leaving aside for the moment your implication that Africa is not civilized (in ironic contradiction to your earlier claim that most Africans live in cities)
You presume incorrectly that cities inherently civilized.
how safe is it to swim in the lower Mississippi?
Safer than just about anywhere in the Niger.
Or as earlier cultural bigotry would have it:: "So respected that it devotes entire issues to the "culture" of jazz?"
Strange. I don't recall any mainstream jazz musician who glorified the great African hip-hop "cultural" contributions of rape and gang shootouts in his music.
As for the charges of PC and pseudointellectuality, you would have to prove those.
Not difficult. It appears throughout the magazines subject matter - hip hop music, slavery reparations, whining about colonial imperialism, whining about the West, whining about the proletariat's "plight," whining about Mumia's plight - and all of it wrapped up in badly translated marxist jargon. It's just the type of thing you'd expect to see in a Nation of Islam bookstore.