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South afriCAN- by Simon Reader
Apparently,
South Africans are an unhappy bunch, according to some recent survey
conducted in Washington by sociological 'experts'. Anyone who calls
themselves an 'expert' is clearly missing the definition of the term;
'ex' is an unknown quantity and 'spert' is a drip working under pressure.
The Americans, for all their arrogance, have bought their own version
of 'foot 'n mouth' to South Africa - firstly, they are about to start
a very serious war, and, secondly, the land of contradictions compiling
a survey in another county regarding satisfaction? Exactly. Don't
do that.
Why are we unhappy? Because we feel that the ANC is incompetent and
corrupt? Because our sports teams are not doing as well as we think
they should be? Because we have a growing suspicion that African Nationalism
is the new apartheid? Bollocks. We are unhappy because we think it's
okay to be unhappy. We think we have excuses like Black Empowerment
and Affirmative Action, or sporting quotas or outspoken, useless politicians
who would not be out of place in Verwoerd's cabinet. We think it's
okay to be unhappy when our Reserve Bank Governor is smoking cigars
and on the glamour pages of every society star-fucking publication.
It's all right to have bad attitudes considering our neighbors in
Robert Mugabe and Sam Nujoma, and we are given licenses to complain
about the implication of our deputy President in the abortion that
was and is the arms deal.
There comes a point when we have to admit the following. No matter
how much we try, how much effort we apply, there are things, systems,
mechanisms and dynamics of our nature and future that can only continue
'within the hands of the Gods'. Fate, regardless of politics or powerful
fat cats, will take it's course.
One of the most irritating sounds in the world comes from a little
bar in Fulham, London, on a Sunday night. If you creep up next to
the window, you'll recognize voices, South African accents, talking
to each other or maybe some Eastern European immigrant. You'll hear
friendliness on both sides - perhaps even recognition. But the conversation
that follows will be the same, if not worse, then that of a white
beggar at any given intersection in Johannesburg. "These people are
ruining the country," "Crime is on the up like never before," "Black
administrators are killing sport and demanding impossible equations".
All the same, lowly, complaining South Africans, discouraging people's
interest by demonstrating an untrue and swollen portrait of what exactly
is going on. It happens everywhere, yet South Africans in London are
notorious for negativity and pessimism - I have no problem with a
block of flats in Hackney being Afrikaans (Stellenbosch graduates
who refuse to speak English - 105 of them, allegedly) but I do when
they moan about 'their people' being framed or removed from the political
spectrum. Bear in mind, these are the same people who sing Nkosi 'Sikelele
Afrika in the tubes whenever the Springboks grace Twickenham or where
jerseys and hats and scream so much so that you avoid them whilst
you are on the tube.
This is a type of 'cloak and dagger' game they are quite happy to
play with patriotism - love your country for it's merits, but moan
about it's administration. The lure of the pound and the universe
of the euro - much better than the rand or the stinking biltong book.
Unfortunately, there is also a problem with shallow patriotism. South
Africa's biggest companies - banks, service providers, insurance firms
and internet companies have entire armies of BMW-driving-golf-shirt-wearing
salesmen or executives, who stand up at dinner parties or fund-raisers
to say what should be, 'I am here to encourage you with confidence,'
but turns into 'Me, Myself & I' or "Don't talk whilst I am interrupting'.
These are the people who have everything for free, including lunches
and golf shirts and who, most importantly, have positively fuck all
idea about what is going on. It is trendy to believe in what you do,
what you are and where we see us - but do you really, really live
it?
Last week saw Kaizer Chiefs and Jomo Cosmos battle it out at FNB Stadium
for the final of the Coca-Cola Soccer Cup final. It appears that the
art of Football Hooliganism, which the British and Germans have perfected,
has reared its ugly head here. That goes without saying - you cannot
be proudly South African when incidents such as missile throwing and
vandalism tarnish South Africa's most popular sport. Nor can you be
when you here where Sport Minister Balfour was. I quote, 'When I am
at my sister's house in Middledrift, eating fresh bread and jam with
my nieces and nephews, I don't like seeing that kind of thing.' Unbelievable.
Instead of making an appearance at this popular annual event, he surrounds
himself with piles of bread and jam. Why is he Sports Minister? "Because
I love games." Well, I love MG's and Land Rovers - why can't I become
Transport Minister? Perhaps the games that he was referring to are
Silly-Buggers, Ballyhoo, Shenanigans and Tomfoolery - which leads
me into this. In terms of where we are, in terms of where we have
come from but most importantly, in terms of where we want to go -
if fate will guide this country and take all our current belief and
patriotism with it, then we must ask the hands of the Gods that they
could meet us half way - a reasonable request. 50/50 - if the ANC
is again victorious in the next election, they must regard 1999 as
the last time Ministers in the cabinet were appointed because of their
contribution during the 'struggle'. Comrades, as in 'Viva Comrades',
have had their deserved fun and experience in important positions
with the responsibility of crucial decisions. Appointments now carry
much more weight than the 'struggle' - we cannot afford more ludicrous
and completely inapplicable structures as a result of political clueless
ness.
It is a nice thought, aspiring to be as wealthy as some of the younger
British aristocrats (without doing a days work in your life). You
could call yourself an actor, watch television the entire day and
talk like you've studied at Harvard.
You return back to England on the odd occasion, where you're constantly
involved in a war against your friend Jaspar Montague-Finnermore-Bromomere-Cadogan
based on his better collection of Gieves and Hawkes shirts or Omega
watches. You are in the same circle of friends (backstabbers) as Lady
Victoria Hervey and Lord Frederick Windsor - two of the very worst
ever, and, even though you know this, you think it's good to hang
around them. Daddy has a castle in Scotland, and you take your friends
(backstabbers) for lavish dinner parties where you say things like,
'Giles, we'll take coffee in the Billiards room'. Who would you rather
be?
It is well documented that the British, for all their exquisite tastes
and teachings, are indeed the most selfish people upon the planet.
The caliber of person represented above is by no means an exaggeration
- it is alive and walks amongst us. Again, don't do that.
For the last time this year, I'll tell you that success in this country
will only happen when one takes great risks and make brave decisions.
Personified in the story of perhaps one of the most brilliant people
ever, Johnny Clegg.
Think about this quickly. A seventeen-year-old Jewish boy from Yeoville
finds a group of African men playing a strange guitar under a tree.
The leader of the group is a janitor - with due caution, he starts
teaching the youngster how to play in his small room at the top of
an apartment block. When the white landlord finds out, he sacks the
janitor immediately, sending him back to Kwa-Zulu Natal. A few months
later, young Johnny Clegg is walking around when he sees a young black
man carrying exactly the same guitar. 'My name is Sipho,' says the
man, 'I've come from Zululand to find the young white man who wants
to play the African guitar.'
The next time you get despondent, or you hear Minister Balfour attacking
our talent or Essop Pahad making some ridiculous comment, think about
Johnny Clegg and where he is now. America is a land full of opinion
polls, surveys and fixed elections. Also be aware that more and more
sensible Americans are settling here permanently - not only because
it's Open Season for Hunter Bush and his poodle Blair, but also because
they see immeasurable potential amongst and within good people.
If there is one thing that South Africa deserves for Christmas, it
is pride. Not Oakley sunglasses and free golf shirt pride, but pioneering
pride - acceptance of where we are and fearlessness to cross cultures.
Have a very good new year - remember that if you are willing to be
lucky, nothing looks after you better than fate.
We have never been more heroic.
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Simon
Reader is a producer and consultant for a South African communications
company. He intends to complete his first novel within the next year.The
views of the writer are his own and may not be supported by the website-
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