It was 1973. My sequel to the first essay Tanzania: The Silent Class Struggle, called “The class struggle continues” (which later became Class Struggles in Tanzania) was making rounds of comrades “underground” in a mimeograph form. I can’t remember if I sent it to him or somehow he got hold of it. He read it through and took time to send me his comment:           

As a young person [almost] half his age I was thrilled. It etched on me an everlasting impression. I had known Samir barely for two years. If my memory serves me right, I first met him in a workshop of the Institut Africain de Développement Economique et de Planification (IDEP) he had organised in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. The fascination of listening to Samir and his colleagues was enormous. I had tried to plough through his Accumulation on World Scale but can’t claim to have understood it. Since then Samir remained a friend and a comrade, never failing to invite me although many a time I had to decline. I was among the few on the Nile cruise to celebrate his eightieth birthday. The celebration was a seminar. Every morning we would meet on the deck having read in the cabin the previous night. He was first to come, holding his partner (Isabella)’s hand to help her negotiate steps, and last to leave. Isabella then was in frail health.

Samir has been variously described as a scholar, intellectual, all of which he deserves but for me, more than anything else, he was a political person. Working class politics permeated his every pore. Even during the worse of times, he did not shy away from declaring himself a Marxist, openly and proudly.  He stood firm, unshakeable when many of his contemporaries and younger scholars sought refuge in mainstream intellectual fashions to become celebrities. Neither did he covet awards nor did he seek endorsement of Western universities, (particularly United States) and scholarly organisations. But he genuinely appreciated and welcomed invitations from Third World institutions. He was enormously happy when I invited him to the University of Dar es Salaam to deliver the second Nyerere Annual Lecture in 2010. In the citation, I said:

“As a militant Marxist scholar, Samir Amin has two outstanding qualities. He has been consistent and passionate throughout his life in the advocacy and defence of human emancipation from the vicious capitalist and imperialist system, regardless of the changing intellectual fashions. On this, he is uncompromising. Second, he has consciously done everything possible and seized every opportunity available to provide space, forum, and a training ground for young African scholars.”

I said he was pre-eminently a political person. And now I can add what I couldn’t say then in the citation read from a scholarly podium. Once he had invited two of us to an IDEP workshop in Dakar. We needed to meet a comrade who was in exile then. We hesitatingly asked Samir if he could invite him also so that we could meet him. Without further ado or questions he did it!

I last met Samir Amin last year (2017) when he came to Dar es Salaam to give a lecture.  With Bashiru Ally, then a young emerging scholar, now the Secretary General of the ruling party Chama Cha Mapinduzi, we had tea at my place. Samir was smoking away his cigar, copying copies of his books, in portable document format, on flash for us. Samir was not one to respect intellectual property rights!

His intellectual works, scholarly contributions and political interventions have been sufficiently covered in dozens of tributes that are pouring in every day.  I will not go over them. I wanted specifically to capture Samir’s attitude and treatment of younger generation, done as a matter of course and without pretence. When I first learnt of Samir’s passing on from Samia Zennadi, our mutual friend from Algeria, I could not find words to express my grief in prose. Spontaneously, the following stanza rolled out to capture the sentiment I have expressed in prose here:

A baobab has fallen

Plants will miss your shade

Shoots will miss your protection

I’ll miss your love and warmth

Yes, comrade, plants will not shrivel and shoots will not die. They will continue to derive sustenance and inspiration from the baobab for, as Natasha [Issa Shivji] wrote, you live on “in our imagination of a more just world and in the fight against oppression”.

*Professor Issa Shivji is Director of the Nyerere Resource Centre at the Tanzania Commission for Science and Technology.