Thomas Sowell reminds me of my interpreter, Mr. Dau, when I worked for Trans-Africa Mining Corp. in the Republic of Mali.
By that time, Mr. Dau had graduated from several European Universities, could read, write, and speak in five languages, and could discuss with authority any subject you could bring up in any of these five languages. He had run afoul of the current, at that time, communist leaning government and had wound up at my very remote mining camp.
One day when we were in the middle of one of our many discussions and he had just astounded me with his depth of knowledge on the subject, I blurted out, “Mr. Dau, I’ve lived over fifty years now in the United States and I never before met a black man with your degree of intelligence.”
Mr. Dau, calmly replied, “Why do you think we sold them to you?”
That’s a story worth retelling. Can you tell me the year and anything else to help with the veracity upon retelling?
Oh. There are no words...