Caught Tony Leon interview on 702 yesterday. Defensive, lacking in self-awareness, sense of history and place.
That he doesn’t think it’s problematic to refer to ascendancy of a black man as an ‘experiment’ in a predominantly white ‘colour blind’ Party says a lot about Leon.1/
Leon’s ‘record of non-racialism’ is as poor as that of his political leadership and judgement. He was a mediocre, shouty opposition leader who could not see beyond fear and resentment of white people who saw change as loss of status and power in the South African race matrix. 2/
After the 1992 referendum, the DP was a limited but semi decent political party. His legacy as leader of DP/DA is forever linked to poor electoral performance, dog whistling evident in the ‘fight back’ slogan which heavily borrowed from ‘swart gevaar’ mentality. 3/
Unlike earlier gen of thoughtful, considered liberals & decent human beings,Leon’s generation is brash,highly strung, white liberals who considered apartheid state as problematic as liberation movements. This brand of ‘middle’ politics yields ‘race blindness’ & zero nuance.4/
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1. From social distancing to burial protocols,a major shortcoming of @SAgovnews Covid strategy has been the inability to develop a South African specific approach which is informed by belief systems, cultural practices & realities of Africans.A thread on death & burial protocols.
2. For people whose loved ones are ill or died during Covid, there’s a sense of dislocation, confusion, fear and trauma.Inability to care for loved ones has left many people with feelings of guilt and no closure. @SAgovnews hasn’t really communicated about these complex feelings.
3. In isiXhosa we say ‘andimtyisanga necephe’, I didn’t give her/him/them a spoonful of medicine. They’re coping with sudden death & with no opportunity to care for their loved ones and often without the opportunity to say goodbye. In RSA, even FaceTime is not possible for many.
In early 200s, a young man from my village was arrested at a Rustenburg mine hostel. Wrong place, wrong time, he walked through the gates drunk, shortly after a man had been murdered. He was sentenced to 17 years because they couldn’t tie him to murder. @Our_DA
It would take at least 5 years for the charges to be dropped. First time I visited him on a Saturday @ Leeuwkop prison, I literally tripped over families, relatives, spiritual advisors visiting incarcerated black men. Inside the prison, there was no place to sit with him. @Our_DA
They say prisons are full ‘innocent’ people but in this instance, the young man was innocent and so were 9 other men I met during my visits. I still have his court records and those of 5 others I met @ Leeuwkop. All 10 of them were eventually released. @Our_DA
I answered the phone, it was dad. ‘Poni, your mother’s been summoned to tribal court. These people...Do they know MaRhadebe?!’ Mother took the phone and with the quietest voice declared ‘I am going and I will speak for myself’. Women were represented by male relatives. 1/
Me: Let’s talk about this. You don’t have to go. Tell them to piss off. Ma: Watch your language. I know I don’t have to go. But I am going. Do you know they delivered the notice at 6am. Ngenjixukuxa. It’s decided, I will go. 2/
My parents and their friends went to tribal. On arrival, a minor chief blocked parking and took his time, receiving salutations. It was a passive aggressive move, to intimidate ma before court started. After they ignored her, she parked the behind the chief, blocking him in. 3/
Pops had a cream linen suit. You know,the kind used by Europeans visiting Africa. Mom hated it, said it was loud. So, dad said he’d pack it away to be buried in. Mom was like ‘good, you’ll be covered in shroud, we won’t see it’. 1/
He died 3 days after admission. My sister found his freshly laundered suit and the rest of his outfit, right down to socks, polished shoes, matching tie and ‘pocket square’ tucked in the breast pocket of his jacket. 2/
So, in ‘cream colonial suit’ he was buried. My parents had very different ideas about burial. About death, they were both direct and matter of fact. My mother was buried in Pyjamas. Pops was dressed in his finest. 3/
When I was young, 10-13, Dad wasn’t overtly religious. He was a ‘measured’ Anglican. But he always read his bible. When I declared myself an atheist at 13 and challenged him to ‘convince me’, Pops, quoted that bible. One weekend, debate (argument) went on until early hours...
He didn’t do well without ‘5 hours’. I did fine. So, 1am he’d ask for a break. 6 am, the argument resumed...In the end, he admitted ‘defeat’. Saying he couldn’t prove God’s existence. But he believed because for him, it’s about faith. Nonsense! Said 13 year old me.
When I was 18, police vans and TDF tanks drove to my village looking for me. I was arrested at home, in front my parents and cousins. When Dad tried to intervene, a soldier pushed him, in his own living room! Mr. G pushed back...at 18, I stepped in and made the decision to go...
For those of us who are alarmed and angry at the murder of #FikileNtshangase, we must remember that this is but a glimpse of corrosive conflict in rural communities, especially for those who demand accountability from traditional leaders, political leaders and mining interests.
In some communities, people’s homes have been severely compromised, with huge cracks on the walls, weakened foundations because of aggressive practices by mining companies emboldened by traditional leaders and in some cases, local and national politicians.
The murders of #FikileNtshangase and #Bazooka occurred in communities where people are fighting for environment justice from the state & mining interests. We must ask the state about its role in these communities. We must demand #JusticeForFikile and justice for all communities.