“The Arab Union with its desire to unite all Islam into one. The Soviet Complex with its ultimate dream of a soviet world. The capitalistic economies of the British Commonwealth, Common Europe, and your United States of the Americas, with their hunger for, positive need for, sources of raw materials and markets for their manufactured products. All, though paying lip service to the African Development Project, have still their own ambitions.”

Sven Zetterberg waggled a finger at Homer Crawford. “I do not charge that your United States is attempting to take over Africa, or even any section of it, in the old colonialistic sense. Even England and France have discovered that it is much simpler to dominate economically than to go through all the expense and effort of governing another people. That is the basic reason they gave up their empires. No, your United States would love to so dominate Africa that her products, her entrepreneurs, would flood the continent to the virtual exclusion of such economic competitors as Common Europe. The Commonwealth feels the same; so does the French Community. The Soviets and Arabs have different motivations, but they, too, wish to take over. The result …” The Swede tossed up his hands in a gesture more Gallic than Scandinavian.

“What has all this got to do with El Hassan?” Homer Crawford asked softly.

The Swede leaned forward. “If we more devoted adherents of the Reunited Nations are ever to see our hopes come true, Africa must be united and made strong. And this must be done through the efforts of Africans, not Russians, British, French, Arabs … nor even Scandinavians. Socio-economic changes should not, possibly cannot, be inflicted upon a people from without. Look at the mess the Russians made in such countries as Hungary, or the Americans in such as South Korea.”

“The people themselves must have the dream,” Crawford said softly.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Nothing. Go on.”