The world is a scary and dark place. Not just in Africa. Where the people have good tans, but face death, hunger and genocide the way we face alienation, anomie, and poorly made Lifetime movies here in America.
You can make a pretty good movie about Sudanese people overcoming the odds and doing good in society, but I can't get inspired by it. The only reaction I get from watching inspired people is depression.
I am a useless and worthless human being. Not that it takes being depressed to know that I've never done anything in my life. I can't even blame it on my village getting bombed or almost starving to death. My belly is swollen into 36 (OK maybe 38) inches of Pizza Hut's garlic encrusted dough. Unlike the Sudanese in this film I've never created a free health clinic or even gotten a degree in Economics. But then again I don't think I am a good person. Not that I think you are either.
I have a theory about how morality is linked to the mode of production, but you can't be trusted to read it. Just know that even a refugee's life in America sucks. And they probably feel sorry for you. Because we have lost what he calls "culture" and "community."
I don't romanticize community even though I am a communist. A culture's morality can't be judged by preliterate standards of cooperation. Capitalism at once inspires individualism and requires nearly unparalleled kinds of social cooperation.
The messianic force of radical critique finds salvation for the modern world precisely in it's comprehension of the social cooperation that is required by Capital. What critique seeks is not only the augmentation of this social dependency form to higher states of cooperation, but to build an awareness of the necessarily social in technologically advanced nations.
See, aren't ya glad I don't go any further there?