Africa.
Just the name of the continent inspires so many clichés:
from Jim Kerr and Simple Minds singing "when you cry, it rains...
Africa" on the Real
LIfe album to the extravagances of White Mischief white Kenyans
From "I had a farm in Africa...." to Ranulph Fiennes'
stiff upper lip in "The English Patient".
From endless news footage of starving tribespeople in deserts to
the white mercenary plots of The Wild Geese and their real-life
counterparts Mark Thatcher and his cohorts
From Wilbur Smith's romanticised historical tales of Rhodes and
Isandhlwana
From Michael Caine in "Zulu" to my old 1950s geography
books' black and white plates (never "pictures", always
"plates") of the Kimberley diamond mines.
And especially South Africa: so recently the home of the great social
experiment of Apartheid, or "Apart Life"; the rallying
point of so many 1980s student protests, of Soweto and Steve Biko
and Archbishop Desmond Tutu, and of course "Free Nelson Mandela
(with every 5 Litres of motor oil.....)".
What would South Africa be like in the 21st Century? A land now
ruled by its black majority but still driven economically by its
white minority, where white supremacists like Eugene
Terreblanche had until so recently held sway. Where tales of
urban violence and carjacking are rife.
Over Easter 2006 we found out...
A surprisingly comfortable 10hr Virgin overnight
flight and 1 hour's adjustment of the watch found us letting down
in to an overcast Johannesburg, where the runway is a steep hill
(but shouldn't we be landing up it?) and
is surrounded by an aviation graveyard: 747s with no engines, a
couple of BAC 1-11s and an Antonov in various stages of disrepair.
As expected, thus far.
Every single passport officer is visibly, forcefully black, offset
against a starched white uniform and desk. But all the passengers
are white, even the domestic passengers. And not just white, but
blonde, tall, pale-skinned. Like.... well, like Dutchmen, of course,
which is what they are all descended from.
Out through an empty Customs, and our first encounter with the African
method of job-creation. Every other person wants to carry our bags/direct
us/help us/rob us? We don't
know. But they all want tipping. And they're all
black.
There are butterflies flapping around in the terminal and the smell
of the tropics wafts in through the doors. Ah, Trinidad....
On the mobile phone our friend warns us not to talk to anyone, not
to put our bags down, not to smile at anyone, just to be invisible
whilst she negotiates the traffic. And of course being ex-pat British
she turns up in an immaculate V8 Land Rover Discovery, is treated
like royalty by the ramp guards and within a few seconds we are
whisked away. As if someone had opened a door marked REAL
AFRICA, then slammed it shut again. Now we would watch
Africa go past once more framed by windows, by camera lenses, by
TV screens...
The rich (some black, most white) live in fortresses
behind guards, electric fences, dogs, armed security patrols and
walkie-talkies. Security is really big business here. Everyone has
stories of friends who have been mugged/shot/beaten/raped/hijacked;
we are warned not to stop at the lights at night, not to break down
on the motorway, to watch the hawkers who are at every traffic light
in case they smash the windows and steal handbags, or anything else
they can reach.
These are gilded cages, but nonetheless cages. All the expats I
chatted to missed the ability to just walk or cycle out and see
the real country.
Violent crime exists all over the world; the difference in South
Africa is that the Apartheid era struggles resulted in the country
being flooded with East European arms. A bag snatching typical of
London would, in Johannesburg, escalate to murder by shooting.
And the inexorable rise of the bling bling gangster n' drugs culture
isn't helping at all. But it's rich against poor: South Africa is,
despite its history, not essentially racist like the US. This may
sound like a strange comment but it's true: many of the whites are
racist in a muted way but I hear the same comments in the UK and
it's just noise and hot air. The black middle class is expanding
and becoming integrated and empowered. Black empowerment programs
are driving this, and despite many of the whites seeing this as
just an extra tax, it's starting to work
You gain the impression of an economy still in white hands and run
for the benefit mainly of whites, but increasingly by and for blacks.
And it is easy to forget that it is stil the only country in Africa
where whites and blacks share a democratic government.
The South African press, both TV and printed media,
is startlingly frank about the problems the country faces 10 years
after the end of apartheid. Watching vox pop black youth speak frankly
to the camera about public drunkenness is elucidating.
The government has a balancing act to perform:
to keep the economy (still largely driven by the whites) going whilst
pushing black Africans in to positions where they will gain an economic
stake in society and demand better education for their children,
who will then perceive themselves to be the equals of the whites
It will take a generation or more for things to
right themselves. A by-product is the export of white talent, especially
to Europe, where many Afrikaners are seeking a better life free
from crime and black empowerment.
Land redistribution is a big issue in parts of
South Africa: the Government have committed to a "Willing seller/Willing
buyer" model as opposed to a Zimbabwe-style land-grab. This
has had disappointing results in recent years due to (depending
on your point of view):
The unwillingness of rich indolent white farmers
to release the land stolen from the black tribes to their former
workers by setting unrealistically high sale prices on the land
to prevent blacks from buying the land, whilst at the same time
paying lip service to the Government's policy
or
Honest hard working white farmers who have
invested generations of Capital and labour in wresting the agricultural
capability of the land from its former fallow status (and, by the
way, feeding the nation and Zimbabwe to boot) setting prices according
to market forces but not finding any blacks willing buy at these
prices: indolent blacks taking the attitude "if we wait long
enough the Government will give us the land anyway; why should we
buy it?"
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The situation is exacerbated by insufficient Government
training and support for new black farmers plus inexperience on
the part of many potential black farmers in dealing with financial
institiutions and Capital-intensive equpment suppliers.
During the Apartheid years, when many countries
(not, may I say, including Mrs Thatcher's Government) pariahed South
Africa, the Afrikaans self-sufficiency, entrpreneurial spirit and
natural athleticism generated huge levels of home grown industry
and self-investment; although a little of this has leaked away now
SA is "back in the world" it is still evident. This gave
the Afrikaaners a wall to back up against: the South African whites
had nowhere else to go so they had to survive on their own wits.
It has made them a resilient race.
There is huge fear amongst the white population
of the black majority Government becoming just another black crazy
racist kleptocratic dictatorship, but then again these were the
people who feared black majority rule.
Now the worst fears of the whites have not been realised (they have
not been massacred in their beds, South Africa has survived 10 years
of black majority rule, Nelson Mandela has been quietly succeeded
by Thabo Mbeki and the economy is still going) they worry about
the Mugabe model: the long, slow slide in to racism, lawlessnes,
violent land redistribution, tribal violence, economic collapse
and famine.
Thabo Mbeki and the other ANC leaders cannot condemn
Mugabe; they owe him Big Time. He helped their struggle during the
Apartheid years, now he is reaping the harvest. South African oil
and power is all that is keeping Zimbabwe from total collapse at
present.
Quite where this goes is anyone's guess; once Mugabe
dies or is shot a SA peacekeeping force in the country restoring
law and order within 48 hours, followed by a commitment to a multicoloured
government and a Truth and Reconciliation Commission, would be very
welcome indeed to ordinary Zimbabweans.
They all know the typical African decline starts
with corruption and leaders not releasing power so a great deal
of attention is paid to be seen to be rooting out corruption at
the highest levels of government, and there is a great deal of navel
gazing to facilitate this.
Jacob Zuma (ex-head of the National AIDS Council) has been the
latest politician to fall foul of this, and despite his obvious
stupidity in his recent AIDS rape case (he had unprotected sex with
a woman he knew was HIV positive then "had a shower" to
stop him from catching AIDS), it remains to be seen whether he can
escape conviction on corruption charges.
What doesn't help is a fairly common attitude that everything is
OK with the country provided a black man, any black man, is in charge.
However, even with this going on there is the perception
that all that has really changed since 1992 is that a small number
of blacks have enriched themselves at the expense of the majority
of the black population. And the old adage that "the only people
that treat blacks worse than whites are other blacks" is at
the back of everyones' minds.
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Without
a baseline it's hard to pin down individual examples of how things
have got better or worse since the end of Apartheid: the slow
replacement of white managerial staff in key planning posts via
black empowerment may or may not have been responsible for the
chaotic organisation of the passenger transfer buses at Johannesburg
airport, where a moment's forethought would have provided a service
where full buses don't need to back out in to the main service
road running across the front of the terminal, causing chaos.
Many of the whites think things have got worse but that could
easily just be bad eggs.
AIDS has created a seismic shift in the population
balance: of the total population of 46.9m,
30% have AIDS, so that is 14m AIDS cases. Scary. And in the long
term, capable of shifting the black/white boundaries.
Wherever you go, and you may be 20 miles from
the nearest house, there will be blacks walking down the side
of the road. Often with no shoes, the men usually alone and morose,
the women in groups and brightly-coloured, with precariously balanced
loads on their heads.They must walk miles and miles.
South African roads are interesting: nearly all
(including, confusingly, those marked as motorways on the maps)
are 2 lane, but all major roads have solid yellow lines on the
left hand edge of the normal road, with half a lane's tarmac to
the left of that. When slower moving traffic is travelling in
front of faster moving traffic, the slower moving traffic moves
over half a lane into the left hand section facilitating overtaking
by the faster traffic. It is customary for the faster traffic
to thank the slower traffic using their hazard flashers following
the overtaking manoeuvre. It's a simple and cheap system and works
very well, but wouldn't work in the UK because everyone, including
the oldest pensioner in the oldest Lada, thinks they are going
quite fast enough, why would anyone want to overtake them? The
nanny state colludes in this by refusing to teach young drivers
how to overtake safely and penalising safe overtakers by putting
speed cameras on all the fast bits!
In fact, South African drivers are very courteous
and, on the whole, very good drivers. Around Johannesburg they
drive too fast and too close together, but then that's par for
large cities anywhere (no one beats the Italians around Milan
for suicide driving, though......).
South Africa is a very big and very beautiful
country: we travelled extensively within its borders, from Johannesburg
to the Garden Route in the South to the Little Karoo to the Karoo
to Cape Town to Cape Point to the Wine District to the Botswana
border on safari. The weather ranged from iffy to fantastic: the
scenery from interesting to gobsmacking. Our visit was rushed
and we missed loads of things. We'll definitely go back to see
Cape Town, the Northern Cape, Eastern Gauteng and Natal Province,
pus the East Coast beaches.
South Africa is not what I expected when I imagined
Africa: it has a proper, European infrastructure. The electricity,
the telephones, the roads all work (the benefit of 50 years of
white investment during the Apartheid era, an Afrikaaner told
me sniffily). I could detect no obvious running down of the infrastructure
dating from 1992: some new roads were being built and the country
is experiencing a housing boom at present, although no one can
quite explain what's driving it.
The new housing is of consistently good quality and based around
the US system of subdivisions, whereby a developer will buy a
very large piece of land, put in the roads, services and amenities,
then build on some of the plots and sell off the others. The houses
ape new England fashions: lots of painted timber and zinc roofs.
Generous plots and pre-planted trees makes for an instant community.
Just occasionally, though, the well-oiled system descends into
farce. On the way to the Botswana border we passed through Zeebug,
where the (fast, well-metalled) main road suddenly and without
warning becomes a mud track for the entire length of Zeebug. There
are roadworks, true, but this alone cannot explain the run-down,
unkempt, mud-splattered mess we drove into. Perhaps it was REAL
AFRICA after all.
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