The White Man’s Burden

Humanity has been unkind to West and Central Africa. For centuries it farmed people from West Africa for the slave trade, and in appalling conditions transported people as though they were inanimate objects to work for nothing for the rest of their lives in strange environments learning strange cultures. Even after the slave trade stopped West and Central Africa was a place where White men were urged to

Take up the White Man’s burden, Send forth the best ye breed
  Go bind your sons to exile, to serve your captives’ need;
To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild–
  Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.

Today the peoples of West and Central Africa have fledgling governments and are trying to improve the lot of their people. Of course there is corruption and in some nations a serious disease, Ebola, but the white men seem reluctant to take up the burden of fighting the disease, unless of course it threatens to spread to places where white men live.

Take up the White Man’s burden, The savage wars of peace–
  Fill full the mouth of Famine And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest The end for others sought,
  Watch sloth and heathen Folly Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man’s Burden, and your pockets fill
With gold that you can steal from those that you make ill
And when your job is done retreat back into your space
And leave the place you ravished a broken barren place.