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3 June 2018 by Guest

Speedster Dale Steyn Pays Heartfelt Tribute to Late Hansie Cronje

Dale Steyn, on Saturday (June 1), paid an emotional tribute to former South Africa skipper Hansie Cronje on his 16th death anniversary. It’s pertinent to mention, Cronje died on June 1, 2002, in a plane crash, less than a year after he was handed a life ban over his involvement in the match-fixing scandal. Keeping the …

Dale Steyn, on Saturday (June 1), paid an emotional tribute to former South Africa skipper Hansie Cronje on his 16th death anniversary.

It’s pertinent to mention, Cronje died on June 1, 2002, in a plane crash, less than a year after he was handed a life ban over his involvement in the match-fixing scandal.

Keeping the match-fixing scandal aside, Cronje was one of the greatest players to represent the Proteas. He made his debut for South Africa at the 1992 ICC Cricket World Cup in Australia.

The late cricketer Cronje played in eight of the team’s nine tournament matches.

Credits: AFP

Cronje was named as the stand-in captain for an injured Kepler Wessels in the third and final test against Australia in Adelaide way back in 1994.

With it, he became South Africa’s second youngest test captain after Murray Bisset in 1898/99.

During the series against New Zealand in 1994-95, he got the captaincy role on a permanent basis.

From there on, until the day he was banned for life, he led South Africa 138 times in One-day Internationals, winning 99 of them.

At that time, he was the player to captain South Africa in the most ODIs (a feat bested by Graeme Smith who captained South Africa in 149 ODIs). However, his 99 wins as captain is yet to be broken.

On 7 April 2000, his reputation was tarnished when he was exposed in the betting scandal. After an inquiry by the King Commission, Cronje was banned from any involvement in cricket for life.

The disgraced allrounder challenged his life ban in September 2001 but on 17 October 2001, his application was dismissed.

Unfortunately, a few months later, the cargo plane in which he was travelling crashed on Cradock Peak in the Outeniqua mountain range. Cronje was only 32 then.

Prior to the betting scandal, Cronje was one of the most influential figures for post-apartheid South Africa. And Steyn’s tweet for him perfectly sums up his impact on the South African cricket.

The speedster took to Twitter to pay his tribute to Hansie Cronje, writing:

“I’m two-year older than Hansie was when he passed. But I’ll forever remember him through the eyes of my 11 year old self. Regardless of his mistakes, he was my then hero, he helped pave my direction to where I am today. RIP. God bless his close friends/family”.

Im 2 years older than Hansie was when he passed, but I’ll forever remember him through the eyes of my 11 year old self. Regardless of his mistakes, he was my then hero, he helped pave my direction to where I am today.
RIP. God bless his close friends/family https://t.co/2OAWVDg1PQ

— Dale Steyn (@DaleSteyn62) June 2, 2018

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2 June 2018 by Guest

Restorative Justice denied – was the TRC a farce?

The emphasis of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission on hearing the truth and forgiveness over ensuring that justice prevailed has left many people and particularly black people, disappointed. I was recently asked whether I would facilitate a number of panels at this year’s Franschhoek Literary Festival. Who wouldn’t want to interact with fine writers, creative …

The emphasis of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission on hearing the truth and forgiveness over ensuring that justice prevailed has left many people and particularly black people, disappointed.

I was recently asked whether I would facilitate a number of panels at this year’s Franschhoek Literary Festival. Who wouldn’t want to interact with fine writers, creative thinkers and thought leaders from all walks of life in such a beautiful place situated in the Franschhoek Valley and the Cape Winelands?

One of the three panels dealt with the book My Father Died for This written by Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata. It was to be a very emotional interaction to say the least.

The book deals with two significant events in the life of Lukhanyo in particular.

First was the unfortunate events surrounding the eight journalists that were suspended from the public broadcaster, the SABC, following their refusal to censor the news to favour the then president Jacob Zuma and the ruling party the ANC at that time. Basically, they were instructed by their respective bosses to report favourably towards the ANC and its President and not to cover, in any real depth, protest action and dissenting views throughout the country.

They refused, citing that to do so would be a blatant return to the dark days of apartheid censorship and the public broadcaster being a mouthpiece for the given ruling party of the day. They also refused because it was a blatant violation of some of our most basic rights that remain enshrined in our Constitution and our Bill of Rights.

But the then CEO at the SABC, Hlaudi Motsoeneng, who has since been found by a court to be unfit to hold his position at the SABC, took a rather dim view of this protest action by these journalists and instructed that they be suspended and finally fired from their jobs.

Little did he know that one of the persons who were subjected to this unfair labour practice and embarrassment was none other than the son of Fort Calata, a martyr of our struggle. Or that his great grandfather was none other than Canon James Arthur Calata, the longest serving Secretary-General of the ANC and a Rivonia trialist.

Now, Lukhanyo should not necessarily receive special treatment because of such a rich family history, however, we as a nation owe our collective gratitude to such families and should say thank you to them for serving us during the anti-apartheid struggle. Thank you for your sacrifice. We owe you and your family a great debt as a nation.

We should say this to all that have made sacrifices over the decades and who have fought against the evil of apartheid in whatever small measure, be it through active activism, unionism, detention, imprisonment, exiled, anti-apartheid movement activities or whether you or a loved one paid the ultimate sacrifice, death. To all, we say a collective thank you for serving.

The second significant event in Lukhanyo’s life was the tragic assassination of his father, Fort Calata, together with three other comrades in the Cradock area in the Eastern Cape in 1985. Matthew Goniwe, Sparrow Mkhonto, Sicelo Mhlauli and Fort were abducted while on their way back from an important meeting in Port Elizabeth, when they were intentionally and with premeditated intent brutally killed and their bodies burnt so as to hide their true identity.

They became known as the Cradock Four.

Two – Mkhonto and Mhlauli’s – bodies were found in different parts of a dump near Bluewaterbay. Goniwe and Calata’s bodies were found only days later in the same area, after the families insisted, police and other services continue their search. The Cradock Four was eventually buried in Cradock on 20 July 1985 and Reverend Beyers Naude and Reverend Alan Boesak presided over the funeral service, to which tens of thousands of mourners came, regardless of the “banning order” from the apartheid state. This was a turning point in the struggle against the evil apartheid system.

Now, given the circumstances surrounding the killings, an inquest was launched, albeit reluctantly, into the matter. The outcome of this inquest was inconclusive according to the powers that be at the time. But the family did not rest and pushed very hard post 1990 for another official inquest be launched, so as to seek justice for this tragic event. The then judge found that the suspicious circumstances surrounding the case pointed to State and police involvement but insufficient evidence suggested that no specific persons can be held accountable for this heinous crime. The family was yet again devastated by this outcome. Again justice eluded the Cradock Four families.

With the advent of democracy in 1994 and the subsequent Truth and Reconciliation Commission, there was renewed hope that the guilty persons would come forward and reveal the truth about those fateful days running up to the brutal assassination of the four comrades.

The guilty men took up the offer to come forward and confess their involvement. They acknowledged that indeed they were the ones that executed this evil act and that they also subsequently killed the two black police officers that were with them on the day because they threatened to “reveal it all” some years back already, and hence they too had to be permanently removed from society, just like Fort Calata and the others. They informed us that they received a communiqué signal from Pretoria, in particular from the Minister of Justice at the time that indicated that Goniwe and Fort were becoming a significant problem in that part of the country and that they must be permanently removed from society. Now, both Goniwe and Fort were very dedicated and good teachers at the local school at the time and guess who was the then Minister of Education? FW de Klerk. I mention this because the second inquest took place under his administration post 1990.

I think we can safely assume that if the Minister of Justice takes such a grave decision, as to permanently remove individuals from society, he would have to consult with his counterpart in education because the disappearance of two teachers will give rise to uncomfortable questions from various quarters and in no small measure from community structures. But I will leave that up to you to decide.

The perpetrators at the TRC were found to not be wholly truthful and as such their application for amnesty was declined. I also think that there was perhaps more of an emphasis placed on hearing the truth and forgiveness since the process was chaired by the honourable Archbishop Desmond Tutu, than ensuring justice prevailed by insisting and following through on those cases where persons were not granted amnesty. Sadly, this is where the TRC process disappointed in particular our black people to this day.

Many cases were left unresolved and hence no restorative justice was received by the aggrieved parties, and in this case, the Calata family once again received no justice and were left disappointed, this time by a democratic government and a democratic dispensation. Instead, government officials told the family in no uncertain terms that they must “move on” and that many other priorities exist and hence very little remains that they can do for the family. They even went as far as saying that limited resources are also a contributory factor to why they cannot further pursue this matter.

Let me be very clear, our democratic government has told victims of apartheid era atrocities, that they must rather forgive and forget and hence, move on.

We do not know what gave rise to the Ahmed Timol and Nokhutula Simelane inquest respectively being reopened in recent times but at least these families will find some comfort in the knowledge that justice will finally prevail and that they will find out the whole truth.

Why then can the same not occur for the Calata family? What is it about the Cradock Four that we cannot be exposed to or find out the truth?

The perpetrators, after confessing their wrongdoing at the TRC, are still roaming free in South Africa today while the families of the four men remain not knowing what happened to their fathers, husbands, brothers or uncles.

Surely, this cannot be right?

As South Africans, both black and white, we bought into and accepted Mandela’s reconciliation approach post 1990 but where you were found wanting in the TRC process and amnesty was not granted to you, restorative justice was supposed to be the next step. Why has this not happened?

Let us not allow these wounds to fester and inadvertently give rise to hatred amongst our people once again. Let us encourage our government to make the right decisions and to do what is the only right thing to do.

In order to build a nation, we must begin with healing.

In the name of restorative justice, let the healing begin. DM

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Category: NewsTag: cradock, news, online, south africa
31 May 2018 by Guest

Restorative Justice denied – was the TRC a farce? – Daily Maverick

The emphasis of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission on hearing the truth and forgiveness over ensuring that justice prevailed has left many people and particularly black people, disappointed. I was recently asked whether I would facilitate a number of panels at this year’s Franschhoek Literary Festival. Who wouldn’t want to interact with fine writers, creative …

The emphasis of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission on hearing the truth and forgiveness over ensuring that justice prevailed has left many people and particularly black people, disappointed.

I was recently asked whether I would facilitate a number of panels at this year’s Franschhoek Literary Festival. Who wouldn’t want to interact with fine writers, creative thinkers and thought leaders from all walks of life in such a beautiful place situated in the Franschhoek Valley and the Cape Winelands?

One of the three panels dealt with the book My Father Died for This written by Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata. It was to be a very emotional interaction to say the least.

The book deals with two significant events in the life of Lukhanyo in particular.

First was the unfortunate events surrounding the eight journalists that were suspended from the public broadcaster, the SABC, following their refusal to censor the news to favour the then president Jacob Zuma and the ruling party the ANC at that time. Basically, they were instructed by their respective bosses to report favourably towards the ANC and its President and not to cover, in any real depth, protest action and dissenting views throughout the country.

They refused, citing that to do so would be a blatant return to the dark days of apartheid censorship and the public broadcaster being a mouthpiece for the given ruling party of the day. They also refused because it was a blatant violation of some of our most basic rights that remain enshrined in our Constitution and our Bill of Rights.

But the then CEO at the SABC, Hlaudi Motsoeneng, who has since been found by a court to be unfit to hold his position at the SABC, took a rather dim view of this protest action by these journalists and instructed that they be suspended and finally fired from their jobs.

Little did he know that one of the persons who were subjected to this unfair labour practice and embarrassment was none other than the son of Fort Calata, a martyr of our struggle. Or that his great grandfather was none other than Canon James Arthur Calata, the longest serving Secretary-General of the ANC and a Rivonia trialist.

Now, Lukhanyo should not necessarily receive special treatment because of such a rich family history, however, we as a nation owe our collective gratitude to such families and should say thank you to them for serving us during the anti-apartheid struggle. Thank you for your sacrifice. We owe you and your family a great debt as a nation.

We should say this to all that have made sacrifices over the decades and who have fought against the evil of apartheid in whatever small measure, be it through active activism, unionism, detention, imprisonment, exiled, anti-apartheid movement activities or whether you or a loved one paid the ultimate sacrifice, death. To all, we say a collective thank you for serving.

The second significant event in Lukhanyo’s life was the tragic assassination of his father, Fort Calata, together with three other comrades in the Cradock area in the Eastern Cape in 1985. Matthew Goniwe, Sparrow Mkhonto, Sicelo Mhlauli and Fort were abducted while on their way back from an important meeting in Port Elizabeth, when they were intentionally and with premeditated intent brutally killed and their bodies burnt so as to hide their true identity.

They became known as the Cradock Four.

Two – Mkhonto and Mhlauli’s – bodies were found in different parts of a dump near Bluewaterbay. Goniwe and Calata’s bodies were found only days later in the same area, after the families insisted, police and other services continue their search. The Cradock Four was eventually buried in Cradock on 20 July 1985 and Reverend Beyers Naude and Reverend Alan Boesak presided over the funeral service, to which tens of thousands of mourners came, regardless of the “banning order” from the apartheid state. This was a turning point in the struggle against the evil apartheid system.

Now, given the circumstances surrounding the killings, an inquest was launched, albeit reluctantly, into the matter. The outcome of this inquest was inconclusive according to the powers that be at the time. But the family did not rest and pushed very hard post 1990 for another official inquest be launched, so as to seek justice for this tragic event. The then judge found that the suspicious circumstances surrounding the case pointed to State and police involvement but insufficient evidence suggested that no specific persons can be held accountable for this heinous crime. The family was yet again devastated by this outcome. Again justice eluded the Cradock Four families.

With the advent of democracy in 1994 and the subsequent Truth and Reconciliation Commission, there was renewed hope that the guilty persons would come forward and reveal the truth about those fateful days running up to the brutal assassination of the four comrades.

The guilty men took up the offer to come forward and confess their involvement. They acknowledged that indeed they were the ones that executed this evil act and that they also subsequently killed the two black police officers that were with them on the day because they threatened to “reveal it all” some years back already, and hence they too had to be permanently removed from society, just like Fort Calata and the others. They informed us that they received a communiqué signal from Pretoria, in particular from the Minister of Justice at the time that indicated that Goniwe and Fort were becoming a significant problem in that part of the country and that they must be permanently removed from society. Now, both Goniwe and Fort were very dedicated and good teachers at the local school at the time and guess who was the then Minister of Education? FW de Klerk. I mention this because the second inquest took place under his administration post 1990.

I think we can safely assume that if the Minister of Justice takes such a grave decision, as to permanently remove individuals from society, he would have to consult with his counterpart in education because the disappearance of two teachers will give rise to uncomfortable questions from various quarters and in no small measure from community structures. But I will leave that up to you to decide.

The perpetrators at the TRC were found to not be wholly truthful and as such their application for amnesty was declined. I also think that there was perhaps more of an emphasis placed on hearing the truth and forgiveness since the process was chaired by the honourable Archbishop Desmond Tutu, than ensuring justice prevailed by insisting and following through on those cases where persons were not granted amnesty. Sadly, this is where the TRC process disappointed in particular our black people to this day.

Many cases were left unresolved and hence no restorative justice was received by the aggrieved parties, and in this case, the Calata family once again received no justice and were left disappointed, this time by a democratic government and a democratic dispensation. Instead, government officials told the family in no uncertain terms that they must “move on” and that many other priorities exist and hence very little remains that they can do for the family. They even went as far as saying that limited resources are also a contributory factor to why they cannot further pursue this matter.

Let me be very clear, our democratic government has told victims of apartheid era atrocities, that they must rather forgive and forget and hence, move on.

We do not know what gave rise to the Ahmed Timol and Nokhutula Simelane inquest respectively being reopened in recent times but at least these families will find some comfort in the knowledge that justice will finally prevail and that they will find out the whole truth.

Why then can the same not occur for the Calata family? What is it about the Cradock Four that we cannot be exposed to or find out the truth?

The perpetrators, after confessing their wrongdoing at the TRC, are still roaming free in South Africa today while the families of the four men remain not knowing what happened to their fathers, husbands, brothers or uncles.

Surely, this cannot be right?

As South Africans, both black and white, we bought into and accepted Mandela’s reconciliation approach post 1990 but where you were found wanting in the TRC process and amnesty was not granted to you, restorative justice was supposed to be the next step. Why has this not happened?

Let us not allow these wounds to fester and inadvertently give rise to hatred amongst our people once again. Let us encourage our government to make the right decisions and to do what is the only right thing to do.

In order to build a nation, we must begin with healing.

In the name of restorative justice, let the healing begin. DM

Gallery


Category: NewsTag: cradock, news, online, south africa
28 May 2018 by Guest

OPINION: Justice delayed and denied

In this extract from ‘My Father Died for This’, Lukhanyo Calata says the failure to prosecute on the Cradock Four is a massive failure by the ANC government. Click here to Book Accommodation in Cradock, Graaf Reinett, Hofmeyer or surrounds. Article source: http://www.dispatchlive.co.za/news/politics/2018/04/28/opinion-justice-delayed-and-denied/

In this extract from ‘My Father Died for This’, Lukhanyo Calata says the failure to prosecute on the Cradock Four is a massive failure by the ANC government.

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Category: NewsTag: cradock, news, online, south africa
25 May 2018 by Guest

To Kill a Mockingbird: Making malice out of opportunity, guilt out of accusation

Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch, with Brock Peters as Tom Robinson. Maycomb, Alabama is really Anywheresville, Anywhere. It’s where Harper Lee’s seminal novel To Kill a Mockingbird is set, where we first meet Atticus Finch, Jem and Scout, where we wonder about the invisible Boo Radley, and where the subsequent film (1962) unfurls this unsettling …


Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch, with Brock Peters as Tom Robinson.

Maycomb, Alabama is really Anywheresville, Anywhere. It’s where Harper Lee’s seminal novel To Kill a Mockingbird is set, where we first meet Atticus Finch, Jem and Scout, where we wonder about the invisible Boo Radley, and where the subsequent film (1962) unfurls this unsettling but beautiful story. You’ll find it through a Netflix title search.

 

‘Tis a sin to kill a mockingbird… ‘cos mockingbirds don’t do nothin’ but make music for us to enjoy.’

– Atticus Finch as written by Harper Lee

I was born in a small town. I live in a small town today. I know small-town people because, by birth, I am one. When you live in a small town you’re so much closer to the people who live around you. You cannot escape their gaze, nor they yours. This makes some people more watchful than others, and more wary.

Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird allows us to be a fly on the wall of another small town, called Maycomb, and to watch as one of literature’s most poignant, disturbing yet strangely beautiful stories plays out. The story of Atticus Finch, his tomboy daughter Scout and son Jem, and their coterie of neighbours, friends and enemies. And, somewhere out of sight, of Boo Radley.

Such a small town holds the facility to make malice out of opportunity, fact out of conjecture, and guilt out of accusation.

Watch the trailer:

There’s a man in my small town who, in my hearing and to my face, referred to our local municipality as the “monkeypality”. There was no consideration that this might be inappropriate, and unwelcome. This is a thing that happens among white people, when the eyes and ears of “others” are presumed not to be present and therefore it’s “safe” to say whatever you want, to whomever you might happen to be talking, under the assumption that this is how “we” all think. This in itself is worrying, because it’s impossible to know just how many or what percentage of people think like this, and make such a presumption, yet for all we (and they) know it might be a very rare thing, or horrifyingly prevalent.

In my small town, this is a rare exception and far from the norm, because the more time you spend in a community the more of a feel you get for the soul of the place and its people. The town is Cradock, and it is a place that was not a bastion of the Struggle for nothing. I for one turn my back on a man who would equate (and we know he means black) council officials with “monkeys”. Being ostracised is the least such people deserve, yet they live and fester among us. Such people are a disgrace to everything the Cradock Four stood for and died for.

To Kill a Mockingbird ought to be compulsory viewing for such people, anywhere and everywhere. You cannot watch it and not come out the other side without having learnt something about race (and human) relations. Not with any kind of propaganda, but with a reasoned and measured story, so beautifully told by writer Harper Lee and so faithfully brought to the screen in (somewhat appropriate) black and white by director Robert Mulligan.

Interestingly, the film was produced, in 1962, by Alan J Pakula, who later became the director of such acclaimed movies as Sophie’s Choice, All the President’s Men and Klute. It won Gregory Peck an Oscar for his wondrously studied and nuanced portrayal of Atticus Finch, one of the great wise characters of the movies and of literature.

Clip: What Kind of Man Are You?

And the film, unlike so many books born of novels, is painstakingly observant of the original story, so much so that you’re virtually reading it as you watch.

The fact that the story’s central character is virtually never seen is remarkable and astonishing considering how prevalent Boo Radley is to the entire thing. You may think at one point that Atticus Finch is at the core of it all, and he is though he isn’t really; that Tom Robinson is the heart of it all, which in a way he is although he isn’t really; that Scout or Jem might be at the helm of it all, even though they are really observers and learners, young kids being shown by a writer what life is really like, what people can be like and can do if unfettered or unlearned. But it is the unseen (mostly) Boo who is the true centre of the story.

Everything in To Kill a Mockingbird links in one way or another to misconception and conjecture, informed and fed by prejudice and distrust of “other”.

I fell into conversation with the schoolboy son of friends a while back who had started reading the novel as a school set work and asked him what he thought of it. He replied that it was interesting but “very racist”. But he was only a chapter or three in and had yet to read the whole story and reach the point of the racial references. And understand as he ultimately did that the story is not racist but quite the opposite, that it exposes racism by displaying it. He reminded me of Scout and Jem, sitting with “the coloured folk” in the upstairs gallery of the courtroom when their father is defending Tom Robinson on a rape charge, their eyes wide as they begin to understand the ordeal of the man in the dock and see how the twisted manipulations of some of the town’s white folks can determine the fate of a man so palpably innocent. The sight of young minds opening up to a world greater than any they have known or could know.

Clip: The Children Save Atticus

This brought to mind the experiences of white people around the braai fire in more conservative white communities in South Africa, where white men turn the chops and wors while openly muttering the “k” word, again not considering that some ears present might be offended. You’re white, obviously you’re like that too. The context here, though, is not that it is prevalent; this is something I very rarely encounter, even in my own predominantly Afrikaans and conservative community. Far from it, the kids and grandkids of these families have coloured and black friends and we see them everywhere we go. More so, dare one say, than in Cape Town.

If every verkrampte mind got just a soupcon of learning or wisdom from To Kill a Mockingbird, the world would be a better and more enlightened place the next morning.

The courtroom scene in To Kill a Mockingbird – and it remains one of the most compelling courtroom sequences in the movies – is not the story’s denouement but it is the core of the narrative. It is filmed in absolute silence other than the testimony and interrogation. Not a murmur by the rapt audience, no incidental music to rev up the tension. The tension comes out of the silent inquisition and the wonderment on the faces of the white folks downstairs and the “coloured” folks up in the gallery where, at the end of it all, after the court has cleared down below other than Atticus Finch collecting his papers, we look up and an elderly black gent has hurried Jem and Scout to their feet. “You’re father’s passin’,” he tells them as, alongside him, we pan back to see that everyone in the gallery is standing up. It’s a great moment among great movie moments.

Watching the courtroom scene, as South Africans who have seen and lived through what we have, and knowing what we know, is uncomfortably familiar and telling, what with the black man being tried by the all-white, mostly male jury. And the supposed victim being a white woman, and a simple one at that, so there is a further element of supposed sympathy. What chance does poor Tom Robinson have? It brings to mind Jou Onner, a song by the vastly underrated South African singer-songwriter Coenie de Villiers based on lyrics by Pieter-Dirk Uys, about a simple coloured man in the dock who knows he’s going down, because everything is stacked against him; it matters not whether he is innocent. He’s coloured, and little else seems to matter. “You honour, ek’s die donner wie se naam daar op daai form staan…” (Your honour, I’m the scoundrel whose name is on that form.)

Add opportunity to prejudice and you end up with accusation followed by vengeance. In Harper Lee’s hands, those are the building blocks of one of the greatest stories ever written, and one of the greatest movies ever made. DM

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24 May 2018 by Guest

South Africa: Lukhanyo Calata Called for Justice and the NPA Answered

analysis By Adam Yates Lukhanyo Calata Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata’s book, My Father Died for This, tells the story of the Cradock Four and retraces the Calata family history. One of Calata’s central requests in the book, to prosecute the responsible parties of his father’s death, was addressed by the National Prosecutions Authority last week, …

analysis
By Adam Yates

Lukhanyo Calata

Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata’s book, My Father Died for This, tells the story of the Cradock Four and retraces the Calata family history. One of Calata’s central requests in the book, to prosecute the responsible parties of his father’s death, was addressed by the National Prosecutions Authority last week, instilling an optimistic hope for justice for Calata.

The week after Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata’s novel, My Father Died for This, hit shelves, it seems the Calata family may receive the justice they have long dreamt of, and recently demanded.

Last Wednesday, The National Prosecuting Authority (NPA) announced that it will prioritise prosecutions in 15 apartheid-era murders. The 1985 case of the Cradock Four in which four anti-apartheid activists, including Calata’s father, were murdered by the apartheid government, is one of the 15 cases that will be investigated and prosecuted. Calata, a journalist for the South African Broadcasting Corporation (SABC), directly called in his book for this kind of a national commitment to pursue apartheid-era prosecutions.

“In the 23 years of ANC (African National Congress) rule, the once-glorious liberation movement of Tatou and my father has not honoured the pain of our people… in the seeking of justice [for…

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22 May 2018 by Guest

South Africa: Book Extract – My Father Died for This

book listing When the Cradock Four’s Fort Calata was murdered by agents of the apartheid state in 1985, his son Lukhanyo was only three years old. Thirty-one years later Lukhanyo, now a journalist, becomes one of the SABC Eight when he defies Hlaudi Motsoeneng’s reign of censorship at the public broadcaster by writing an open …

book listing

When the Cradock Four’s Fort Calata was murdered by agents of the apartheid state in 1985, his son Lukhanyo was only three years old. Thirty-one years later Lukhanyo, now a journalist, becomes one of the SABC Eight when he defies Hlaudi Motsoeneng’s reign of censorship at the public broadcaster by writing an open letter that declares: my father didn’t die for this. With his wife Abigail, Lukhanyo brings to life the father he never knew and investigates the mystery that surrounds his death despite two high-profile inquests.

This is an extract from My Father Died for This – Chapter Two

This question is something I have often wondered about at great length. What kind of relationship would my father and I have, if he were alive today? My mother has told me about how happy he was when I was born, and that he always referred to me as his best friend. Would we still be best friends? Would we be almost like brothers? Would we get along at all? Or would we have a more conventional father-and-son relationship built upon well-defined boundaries of communication, personal interactions, and relating to each other?

Pondering these questions inevitably leads me to ask a number of other questions, such as: What course would our lives, specifically mine, have taken were my father still alive? Would I be the man I have turned out to be today? Would my dreams, aspirations, fears, beliefs, successes, failures be what they are? Would I have become a journalist? Would I have met Abigail? So many questions, which I will never have the answers to – at least not on this side of eternity.

I usually console myself by telling myself that I am the man God intended me to be. And just like any other person on this earth, I am shaped by my lived experiences to be the unique, beautiful soul that I am. Those lived experiences are what led me to Abigail, the second daughter born to Brian and Mary Isaacs. A beautiful young woman from Stellenbosch whom I fell in love with the very instant I laid my eyes on her in late January 2008. We were both younger journalists then, she a parliamentary reporter for the Afrikaans newspaper Beeld, and I a general news and sports reporter with eNews, as eNCA was still called then. We were sent to cover an ANC meeting in Philippi, a township just outside Cape Town. Mathews Phosa, who was elected treasurer general at the ANC’s 52nd National Conference in Polokwane in December 2007, was in Cape Town to deliver the movement’s birthday or its January 8th statement, as it’s more commonly referred to.

I remember that Sunday morning like it was yesterday. Abigail first caught my eye as she walked towards the area where a group of us reporters were chatting, while idly waiting for Phosa to arrive. At the time, both of us had been working as journalists in Cape Town for around five years, but that morning was the first time we’d met. I remember asking my colleague, Nawaal Deane, the cameraperson I was assigned with that day, who that beautiful woman was. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I knew I had to speak to her, so I waited for an opportunity when I could go over and at least introduce myself to her when she was alone. That opportunity never came, so I went over while she stood talking to Chantall Presence, a fellow journalist. I’m sure Chantall must’ve thought me very rude for interrupting them. Abigail later shared with me that she thought I was quite forward to intrude on their conversation like that. I introduced myself to Abigail and made sure that I complimented her beauty. She was then, and remains to this day, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.

Back in 2008, I was sharing a flat with my friend Koketso Sachane. He still teases me about that day when I returned home from work and couldn’t stop talking about this woman I’d met and whom I was convinced I would marry. Mind you, I knew very little about her. I had no idea if she was married, in a relationship, or gay – all I knew was that if there was any chance at all, she would become my wife. How this would happen was inconsequential. I had it bad. After our first meeting, I saw Abigail again a few weeks later. This time it was during the melee that followed the 2008 State of the Nation Address. The second encounter confirmed just how completely enchanted I was by her. A few days later, she gave me her business card. I don’t think I waited a day before I called to ask her out for dinner. I was more relieved than happy when she agreed. I remember telling anyone who cared to listen that I had scored myself a date with the prettiest girl. Abigail and I eventually married three years later on 24 September 2011. Over a year later, on 21 December 2012 she gave me arguably the greatest gift a woman can give a man, when she gave birth to our son, Kwezi Mikah Calata.

Our son’s birth that Friday afternoon brought me full circle. I, now, was the father to a little boy with all the responsibility that fatherhood and parenting carry with it. Although Kwezi’s birth in our flat in Mowbray remains the singular highlight of my life, I was then, and continue to be, daunted by the prospect of fathering him. How do I become the best father I can be when my father was not there to model what fatherhood is for me. My frame of reference for what fatherhood is, is largely pieced together from the odds and ends my mother has relayed to me over the years about the kind of man my father was.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any memories of the brief three years I spent with my father before he was murdered. Instead, my first and only memory of him is of his funeral.

I’ve since come to find out that the date of his funeral was 20 July 1985. On that Saturday, I was just three years, eight months, and two days old. I remember it being bitterly cold. I remember the many, many buses and the thousands of people, some of whom had spent several days camped outside my great-grandfather’s home. My mother, elder sister, and I moved there at my father’s family’s insistence after his and Matthew Goniwe’s bodies were found five days after their disappearance in thick bushes just outside Bluewater Bay, a suburb of Port Elizabeth.

I remember a moment when I clutched my mother’s dress so tightly as she sat sobbing in the back of a slow-moving, blue Mitsubishi kombi. Its rear sliding door was open and it was surrounded by thousands of people. I also remember being terrified at the gravesite that the ground underneath me would cave in and that I would fall through it as it shook from the force of toyi-toyiing comrades. I remember the choking dust. The red coffins.

Despite many desperate attempts over the years to conjure up memories of my father alive, I just don’t seem to have any. My most fervent wish is that I will remember something about him – irrespective of what that memory is, just as long as it is of him alive. I know it would be a memory I’d treasure forever.

Lukhanyo Calata is a television journalist, who worked for eNCA before joining the SABC’s parliamentary office. He is the son of Fort Calata, one of four anti-apartheid activists from Cradock, assassinated by the government in 1985. He lives in Cape Town.

Abigail Calata is a former journalist who has worked for Beeld as a political reporter and parliamentary correspondent, Die Burger and the University of Cape Town’s Law Faculty. She currently works for the Shoprite Group as publicity manager: CSI and Africa. She lives in Cape Town.

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21 May 2018 by Guest

Stitching South Africa back together, one person at a time

Flag map of South Africa CAPE TOWN — Fulminating at political rhetoric what we fundamentally disagree with is too widespread a South African phenomenon – until perhaps we begin to consider that it makes not one iota of difference in uniting our people. In fact, it hardens positions and separates as effectively as apartheid did. …

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CAPE TOWN — Fulminating at political rhetoric what we fundamentally disagree with is too widespread a South African phenomenon – until perhaps we begin to consider that it makes not one iota of difference in uniting our people. In fact, it hardens positions and separates as effectively as apartheid did. As State Capture did. Both were cynical and born out of fear, supremacism, exclusion and greed. Here Derek Carstens, now a game farmer and fresh meat producer in the wide Karoo but historically at the top of his game as a marketer and punter of ideas (chief marketer for the FIFA 2010 World Cup), challenges us to take individual responsibility to stitch our society back together into one with a proud and common purpose. It’s a wild and eloquent ride through our recent history, arriving on each of our unique doorsteps with splendid examples of how we could gift one-another and heal wounds. There’s enough to hold the fabric of our society together; an independent judiciary, a free press and the Constitution. We’ve belatedly realised the extent of the damage done and the enormity of the task ahead. Here are a few ways to recreate a common purpose and rebuild unity. – Chris Bateman

By Derek Carstens*

Once upon a time there was a country on the southern tip of Africa, where it’s people called themselves Proudly South African. Where against all odds they had silenced the nay-sayers and peacefully ushered in democracy for all. Where a nuclear arsenal had been voluntarily disarmed, the rugby team had won the World Cup and the soccer team the African Cup of Nations. Where grief and forgiveness happened at the Truth and Reconciliation Commission and where capitalists shed 25% of their equity to create a Black middle class. Where the Founding Father of the Nation voluntarily handed over power after but one term in office.

Derek Carstens

Audible sighs of relief emanated from the Whites as the fear of a “Black revenge” evaporated like mist in the morning sun, to be replaced by a sense of hope and even camaraderie.

Similarly amongst Black folk hate, grounded in iniquitous past injustices, was dissipated by a sense of achievement as well as a possible acknowledgement that the Whites had chosen the peaceful option.

Bishop Tutu coined the memorable “Rainbow Nation” words and for a brief, glorious time we all basked in it’s glow as a sense of common cause and pride in what had been achieved prevailed. With good reason as we had ridden out the storm and not just survived but flourished as the poster nation of the World.

Alas that was then.

Not long and fractures began to appear as emotion subsided and the hard reality of everyday life set in.

Beetroot was prescribed as a cure for AIDS, Mugabe was indulged, BEE fostered resentment as the “have’s” found themselves losing out to the previously “have nots” and something called the Arms Deal cast disturbing pall. The DA (what the hell are they currently up to) said it was time to “fight back”, farm murders increased, corruption strangled the fruits of labor and the “spoils of war” fostered a sense of I before we. Ubuntu became a myth as the ladders were pulled up and a sense of entitlement stifled any sense of entrepreneurialism. The awful “K” word appeared as hate speech emerged.

In short, on both sides of the racial divide, our sense of common purpose found itself in a quicksand.
Cynics had a field day revelling in their intellectual shallows. Nay sayers whooped and hollered.

Briefly things superficially righted themselves as we hosted the FIFA 2010 World Cup and we revelled as one as Tshabalala netted a beauty.

But again, this was but a fleeting moment and quickly undone by a wannabe Zulu chief, masquerading as the country’s President. Dispensing largesse Left and Centre at the expense of his people. Internationally the currency was junked.

torn flag south africa

torn flag south africa

And so the poor became poorer and the unemployed youth evermore restless. Fertile soil indeed for populism to take root. Like khaki bos after the rains emotive rhetoric and populist slogans flourished.

Gradually it became apparent amongst Blacks that Whites had in effect given up very little, other than extending the vote. But they still ran the show economically from Stellenbosch and elsewhere.

And so the embers of resentment began to glow and were fanned by the flames of concepts like white monopoly capital and land expropriation without compensation.

The Second Front in effect.

This all engendered a return to fear amongst Whites and resentment amongst Blacks.

Both sides starting to feel that they had been sold down the river. Increasingly Mandela and De Klerk seen as sell outs by their respective constituents.

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And so Proudly South African became Angry South African, Gatvol South African, Scared South African, Disillusioned South African, Embarrassed South African, Militant South African, Sad South African.

Suspicion grew as physical and emotional barriers were erected. In short we lost what I call a common frame of reference regarding what it means to be a South African.

Yes, still tenuously held together by such common causes as the judiciary, a free press, the Constitution, but increasingly at odds over how to share our country’s bounty and the fruits of our labour.

A sense of talking past each other as opposed to with each other. Socialism versus capitalism, free enterprise versus State ownership. Departure points at polar opposites. Little empathy for one another.

And that is the nub of the matter. A failure to recognize the extent of the damage and the magnitude of the task.

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To fully appreciate it consider for a moment what happened in post-war Germany. Here we had a united, albeit defeated, Nation. One language, one race, one history, one country.

Then it was split by the Wall as the victors shared the spoils. And what happened. Well within a couple of decades the power of propaganda effectively created two nations out of one. I actually crossed over from West to East Berlin via the infamous Checkpoint Charlie in 1967 and witnessed for myself two worlds. One in vivid technicolor and the other in drab black and white. And despite the Wall having been down for decades it is only recently that the Nation has healed. The scars are still fresh.

Consider then in turn that we had an entire history of institutionalized propaganda preaching White superiority and Black inferiority. All the more potent and destructive given our diversity in terms of race, language, ethnicity and violent history. A potent cocktail indeed. Propaganda on steroids.

And we thought this would all go away courtesy of some Madiba magic and Tutu rainbows. No way José – no way.

We must therefore acknowledge that we are now but in the foothills and that things are understandably fractured and frayed. This was never going to be a smooth ride. Politicians of course are amplifying the condition to serve their respective political agendas, few if any, of which coincide with those of the people they are purportedly there to serve. Politics after all is about power not service.

However the fact is that it is with us, the people, that the real opportunity lies to write the next chapter in our country’s history. With the mothers and fathers, nieces and nephews, cousins and siblings, gogo’s and elders, friends and acquaintances. Bound together at a macro level by a common bond regarding justice, accountability, a free press and the Constitution. At an interpersonal level our common desire for a better life, an aversion to crime and corruption and basic decency and goodwill that one experiences everyday if you just open your eyes to it. Civilians being civil to one another across all walks of life.

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From the dreadlocked Black personal trainer working over three White ladies and an Indian gentleman as he puts them through their early morning tummy tucks on the lawn at Zoo Lake, to an offer to share a Carling Black Label quart (what else) out of a bakkie boot in the park at Cradock by some farm workers celebrating a friend’s birthday. Some friendly banter, couple of laughs and off you go with a smile on your dial. Everyday folks affirming our common humanity in the regular course of life.

So for me it really boils down to consciously saying that I am not going to be a guest in my own country. No. I am going to embrace it as a participant. Without fear – because fear begets anger and it is in anger that the seeds of hatred are sown.

For fundamentally there is absolutely no way that we can ever claim to be Proudly South African again unless each of us, every day, is doing something that makes us as individuals proud to be a South African. So ask yourself the question each day – what have I done today that made me proud to be a South African?

That is where it starts. Like eating an elephant – one bite, one deed, one hello, one smile, one thank you at a time. So rather than futilely venting at the self-serving politicians, let’s rather do something without fear or favour that demonstrates our commitment to the country and its people.

Consider for a moment this mother of a quote from Martin Luther King Jr:

“We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality. Whatever affects one affects all indirectly”. How powerful is that thought “an inescapable network of mutuality”.

And what I am talking about can range from thanking the petrol attendant by name next time he / she fills your car, let the taxi in who is trying to earn a living as you go off to the hairdresser, support a child of your domestic lady, join an NGO etc. As so often it is the basic little things which more than anything help break down the damaging stereotypes that so bedevil our perceptions of one another.Misperceptions and suspicions that get in the way of us recognising our shared mutuality.

But importantly as said before this cannot be done by proxy. It has to be done by actively involving yourself in alleviating whatever it is you think is undermining our common cause. Each within our means and ability. Each with a positive intent.

And in so doing beware the cynics, bearing in mind that “cynicism scours through a culture like bleach, wiping out millions of small seedling ideas” (Caitlin Moran).

I mean if this county means something to you the simple question is “why wouldn’t you do something?”. Why indeed?

Of course there are other massive challenges and a more societal level. Número uno in my book being how to look after the capitalist goose but finding different, more equitable ways to distribute it’s eggs. Clearly a topic for much more discussion but just thought I would flag it now. At the same time am confident that we will solve it…because we must, because we can.

For now be inspired by what one person did. A person who was not even born here but one who fully embraced his adopted country, it’s peoples, it’s languages, customs and cultures. A person who unites us like few and makes us proud because what he does he does so proudly. Who fears not and moves us to tears.

That person of course is Johnny Clegg, who epitomizes everything I mean in spirit, word and deed. Think of how he knitted it all together.

So go now and do the same using your God Given talents and do so with a spring in your step and a song in your heart.

Let the fraying cease and the knitting begin as we start our individual journeys to be proud South Africans.

Knowing that there are no guarantees in life, or perfection. However this way at least if we fail we will fail greatly. The cause after all is great and good intent, albeit maybe a little naive, is surely better than the smug emptiness of “I told you so” cynicism.

  • Derek Carstens was Brand Director of FirstRand and Marketing Head of the 2010 FIFA World Cup LOC following which he became a game farmer in the Eastern Cape.

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19 May 2018 by Guest

Eastern Cape cops arrest 12, seize eight firearms

Police in the Cradock area have arrested 12 people and seized eight illegal firearms, including an AK47 assault rifle, Eastern Cape police said on Sunday. In the police’s efforts to curb crime caused by the proliferation of firearms, including murders, house and business robberies, car and truck hijacking, officers had been urged to be “cautious …

Police in the Cradock area have arrested 12 people and seized eight illegal firearms, including an AK47 assault rifle, Eastern Cape police said on Sunday.

In the police’s efforts to curb crime caused by the proliferation of firearms, including murders, house and business robberies, car and truck hijacking, officers had been urged to be “cautious and vigilant when their instincts are being followed” during stop-and-search operations, Colonel Michelle Matroos said in a statement.

This had paid off on Saturday when two off duty police officers from the Cradock K9 unit followed up on information received from their colleagues at the Queenstown K9 unit and the public order policing unit about a Toyota Quantum minibus travelling towards Cape Town, allegedly conveying illegal firearms, she said.

“They booked themselves on duty and started to patrol the area just outside Cradock were they stopped the vehicle. During a search of the vehicle, 12 male occupants were arrested for possession of illegal firearms and unlawful possession of ammunition.”

Seven pistols, one AK47 rifle, and several rounds of ammunition were seized. The firearms would be sent for ballistic testing. The suspects would appear in court early next week, Matroos said.

The seized AK47 assault rifle. Photo: SAPS

Eastern Cape police commissioner Lt-Gen Liziwe Ntshinga praised the team for their vigilance and the recovery of the illegal firearms.

“Our back to basics approach is bearing fruit with good, old fashioned police work. We will continue to stamp the authority of the state, with increased operations throughout the province.

“Our robust approach will continue to eliminate the proliferation of illegal firearms that contribute to the commission of crime and even the loss of innocent lives. We will not hesitate to act against individuals who continue to contravene the law,” she said.

– African News Agency (ANA)

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18 May 2018 by Guest

Vukani South Africa – there may be a new dawn but we are still in the dark

Forget party politics – our parastatals are lying to us and robbing us blind. Let’s send them a message. It is 9pm in Cradock, Eastern Cape, and I am sitting in the dark surrounded by candles. I can’t put the TV on because the electricity is off again. It seems to be a good moment …

Forget party politics – our parastatals are lying to us and robbing us blind. Let’s send them a message.

It is 9pm in Cradock, Eastern Cape, and I am sitting in the dark surrounded by candles. I can’t put the TV on because the electricity is off again. It seems to be a good moment to contemplate Cyril Ramaphosa’s new dawn. Like the song says, there’s got to be a morning after.

I have been listening to music but my iPod needs to be charged. I can’t phone anyone because the Telkom lines are down. I don’t want to use any other data because I need it to be able to work in the morning. This outage could go on for days. It has before.

So there is silence as well. I feel like a caveman.

We should have anticipated the power outage. Word went round that the electricity would be off on Sunday from 9am to 5pm for “routine maintenance”. No Sunday lunch, no watching the telly after a working week. But we are used to this, we comply.

The electricity didn’t go off so we should have told ourselves it would be a surprise at some other stage. But here, in the Eastern Cape, we live in hope. We have to. Our municipalities are dirt poor or bankrupt – but I have to say this for our municipal and provincial workers, they don’t let the side down by driving shabby cars or collecting garbage themselves. No, they are proud people. They look really smart as they drive to and from offices we provide for them.

So what I am getting to, Cyril – I can call you Cyril can’t I? I feel I know you because there is so much talking in politics today – is that this new dawn gig will have to include a shake-up of your parastatals. How to say this? I’ll give it a go. They are shocking in their lack of delivery, from the top to the bottom.

Here in Cradock we are inclined to be exposed to the bottom end of the chain.

It would be only fair to give an example, other than the lights going out again. There are many such examples online but I will get to that.

On the Thursday before the long weekend, 26 April, a truck came down our road and knocked down two Telkom poles. The police arrived and Telkom arrived, probably because the police had called them. They never arrive when civilians call them. There was an exchange of words between the parties about who was responsible for the poles coming down, some of them heated, and eventually the Telkom crew put the poles back up.

Realising that we had no phone line and no wi-fi, we went outside. The Telkom man said the poles were up but not connected – he would come back and do that on Monday “when the cement is set”. Friday was a public holiday he said, adding bitterly that “Telkom does not pay overtime”.

It was just after 3 in the afternoon when the poles came down, by the way.

Only he didn’t come back. He has still not come back – 14 days later. The reason? There is no cable in the Eastern Cape, anywhere, he claims. First he said it was coming from Port Elizabeth. He only ordered this cable on the following Wednesday because Tuesday was also a public holiday so he just took time out.

Cable has to come from Johannesburg, he eventually said (shortly after having said it was coming from East London, which it wasn’t), when the residents of our street found him and challenged him. We now had three different versions of the story.

Asked why the city of Port Elizabeth had no cable, he said it was “too small”.

Pleased with ourselves for anticipating such an eventuality, we hauled out the emergency router we had bought from Telkom. We work from home online so wifi is essential.

Only it wouldn’t connect so we asked the Telkom technician for help. He was still outside supervising people who were putting up the poles to nowhere.

He took a look and said no, this won’t connect. Telkom does not have a mast here. We enlisted our son-in-law, a tech-head of note, and he confirmed that there was no way this router was going to work. There was no connection at all.

Fruitless phone calls to Telkom followed. Nobody could make it connect. Nobody followed through.

But we had a contract for the router, we were paying it monthly. You know how sensitive Telkom is about you paying your bill, right? But Telkom in Cradock wanted nothing to do with it so we schlepped down to PE to return it there. That’s a two-and-a-half hour drive, each way.

After queuing for two hours we were told, no way. We had purchased it in Cape Town. It had to go back there. And the contract had to be cancelled online, the lass in front of us with a computer said. She could not do it.

We said we lived in Cradock and had driven there for this purpose. A colleague was called and she shook her head in that way people who live to give you bad news do.

They did not give a rat’s arse. We had to return the router to Cape Town and cancel our contract online.

Okay, here is the rub. On what bloody line?

On Monday we phoned a supervisor in Port Elizabeth and she confirmed that she could not help. She assured us that Cradock had reception. Her technician was obviously rubbish but what could she do?

Nothing, which is what every Telkom operative does. She did say that the line would be repaired the following week, next week, when the cable arrived. Three weeks after the poles came crashing down.

Vukani South Africa! They take the salaries, which we provide in our taxes, at the end of every month, but they are not accountable to us. They are not accountable to anyone.

As South Africans we are so busy squabbling over party politics that we have forgotten to be consumers. We sit in the dark without questioning it, we allow a parastatal to lie to us about reception and cable coming from the north and we do nothing. We accept it as our lot.

When one branch of a mighty organisation cannot take a piece of equipment back and cancel a contract, we know there is something wrong. Like, maybe they want to keep taking our money?

So what we did was go straight out to another server and arrange to have a new service put in. Telkom goodbye.

I would like to propose that we protest. It won’t require anything strenuous like marching or even finding a match for the tyres. For one month, just don’t pay your Telkom bill – all of you, all of us.

Send them a message that we want service delivery. If you don’t feel brave enough to do that, change your server. There are good companies out there. When the whole shebang comes tumbling down, Telkom will have plenty of chance to contemplate the error of their ways as they join the nine-million people in this country who have no jobs.

I urge us all not to be complacent about sitting in the dark, or being unable to work or run your business. Electricity and telephone connections have no colour, they do not join political parties. A country such as South Africa is supposed to supply them.

So I come back to you, Cyril my man – tell these people, who after all work for you, to do some work. Tell them to stop lying to people. Put on end to the incompetence.

It’s all very well putting SA on the world stage economically again. What happens when the dudes get here and the lights and phones don’t work? Or there is no water coming out of our taps?

It can be done. In the UK telephone companies always have cable to hand and if they don’t replace your service within a day, they know you will go to the competition. Same with power.

One more thing. I Googled Telkom complaints. The site had more horror per page than a Stephen King novel. Don’t take my word for it, read them. People are fed up. Telkom and Eskom demand immediate payment but consumers are left without service for weeks and months on end.

Go on, read them. Your people are speaking to you.

And fellow South Africans, don’t take this any more. It is simple, go elsewhere or refuse to pay them. Send a message. Thank you. DM

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16 May 2018 by Guest

WATCH: The battle for the future of the Cape mountain zebra

15 May, 06:56 AM Aletta Harrison, News24 Legend has it that a trigger-happy farmer nearly wiped out one of the last surviving pockets of Cape mountain zebra in the 1970s. The overzealous hunter allegedly negotiated the rocky mountain roads of the Gamkaberg Nature Reserve near Oudtshoorn in a VW Beetle before it was properly fenced …

15 May, 06:56 AM

Aletta Harrison, News24

Legend has it that a trigger-happy farmer nearly wiped out one of the last surviving pockets of Cape mountain zebra in the 1970s.

The overzealous hunter allegedly negotiated the rocky mountain roads of the Gamkaberg Nature Reserve near Oudtshoorn in a VW Beetle before it was properly fenced and shot seven zebras in one day. The hides were turned into grain sacks and bridles.

With just six individuals remaining in the newly-established Klein Karoo reserve, and two other isolated pockets in Cradock and Kamanassie, conservationists managed to pull off a remarkable feat – bringing the species back from the brink of extinction.

At the turn of the last century there were thought to be just 60 animals alive. Today there are an estimated 6 000.

Now the success story of how Equus zebra zebra was saved stands alongside that of the bontebok and white rhino as one of the most remarkable accomplishments in South African nature conservation history.

But though the numbers may indicate the Cape mountain zebra has found a sound foothold on its rugged habitat, the future of the species is far more uncertain than it may seem.

Because of the severe drop in numbers, as well as the isolation of remaining populations, the majority of the animals alive today lack the genetic diversity to guarantee the species’ long-term survival.

There is, however, one possible saving grace, and the tiny population at the Gamkaberg holds the key.


The remote and rugged Gamkaberg mountains near Oudtshoorn. Picture: Aletta Harrison/News24

There are two major species of zebra that occur in South Africa: The plains zebra, (of which there are two subspecies – the common Burchell’s zebra and the extinct quagga) and mountain zebra, (of which there are also two subspecies – Hartmann’s zebra and the Cape mountain zebra).

Mountain zebras are not as big as plains zebras and live in smaller family groups that are more widely dispersed.

While these zebras were once plentiful on the southern tip of the continent, the arrival of European settlers in the Cape soon decimated their populations.

“They were shot out because they were competing with domestic animals for grazing and their skins were also used for grain bags and bridles and things,” says Gamkaberg Nature Reserve manager Tom Barry.

Barry has been closely monitoring the Gamkaberg zebras for the past 25 years.

He explains this relic population was among those who were adapted to retreat to higher terrain to escape hunters and managed to survive in remote, isolated pockets.

The Cape mountain zebra’s famous cousin – the quagga – was not so lucky.

Three small, fragmented populations remained in the Gamkaberg, Cradock and Kamanassie mountains until conservationists started work to restore the animals to some of their former ranges.

But while the numbers started to indicate the Cape mountain zebra was out of the woods, a study in 2005 revealed that the drastic population decline over the preceding centuries had taken its toll on the gene pool.

‘Super rare, super special’

The study made another, startling discovery that, however, gave a glimmer of hope – the animals at Gamkaberg were the exception, holding precious genetic material not represented in the other two source populations.

Scientists soon realised that these animals had the ability to secure the future of the entire species.

“So it makes the animals that are here at Gamkaberg very special. They are super rare and super special,” says CapeNature mammal ecologist Coral Birss.

“Because they hold a third of the genetic material, it indicates to us that if we mix them with either of the other source populations that we will potentially be able to restore genetic diversity and therefore address some of the associated low genetic diversity manifestations like disease resistance or how their breeding success is affected.”

But disaster struck in 2017 when nature almost finished off the job man started. A fire tore through the Gamkaberg reserve, decimating grazing. The ongoing drought suppressed regrowth and a number of the zebras died as a result. Reserve management was forced to feed the precious survivors – an approach they prefer to avoid.

A mere 25 Gamkaberg zebras are thought to still roam the 40 000ha reserve and the clock is ticking for conservationists.

Room to manoeuvre 

While their name might suggest that they live solely in the mountains, a recent study lead by Jessica Lea suggests that the population on the Gamkaberg has been confined to sub-optimal habitat due to past human activities.  

“Because the animals in those days retreated into the mountains because they were hunted, people thought that they were only mountain animals… but they do need to go onto the flats at certain times of the year,” Barry explains.

The study suggests allowing for seasonal movement across high- and low-lying habitat types could address the poor breeding rate seen among the Gamkaberg zebras.

CapeNature is now working with partners including the WWF to extend the reserve and an additional 1 000ha of low-lying land has been acquired to improve the quality of habitat available.

“That’s a huge thing because it means that there’s good habitat for another 20 animals. And with that purchase it’s enabled us to really look at a new corridor going further south, so it’s just opened up a lot of new doors,” Barry adds.

While the expansion of reserves may give individual populations the room to thrive, scientists are now hard at work trying to comb through the logistics involved in inter-breeding and translocation to help the species as a whole.

cape mountain zebra
The stripes on Cape mountain zebra are different from that of the more common plains zebra. Picture: Coral Birss/CapeNature

Birss says the first step, however, is to try and get fresh information on the genetic make-up of the Gamkaberg survivors.

“The work on which we base the genetic status is a bit old, so we have identified that we need to update that… and then look at what the mechanisms are that we can implement towards translocation and mixing.”

While there is still a long road ahead, Birss is in no doubt that it’s a worthwhile undertaking for the province and for the country as a whole.

“I think if you look at the landscape in the Western Cape specifically, it’s mostly devoid of large charismatic herbivores, but we have the Cape mountain zebra.

“And the Cape mountain zebra becomes iconic, but it also becomes an indicator of what we’re able to do, but it’s also an umbrella. If you have a large area of land and you use it as an iconic species you know that there’s so much underneath that… that is also protected.

“The number of zebras that you can sustain becomes indicative of how biodiversity is faring overall,” she explains.

“The rate of environmental loss that south Africa experienced in the last 400 years basically stemmed from the Western Cape and this is where we can start turning it around in terms of what we’ve lost in terms of our biodiversity.”

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15 May 2018 by Guest

Lukhanyo Calata called for justice and the NPA answered

Lukhanyo Calata Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata’s book, My Father Died for This, tells the story of the Cradock Four and retraces the Calata family history. One of Calata’s central requests in the book, to prosecute the responsible parties of his father’s death, was addressed by the National Prosecutions Authority last week, instilling an optimistic hope …


Lukhanyo Calata

Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata’s book, My Father Died for This, tells the story of the Cradock Four and retraces the Calata family history. One of Calata’s central requests in the book, to prosecute the responsible parties of his father’s death, was addressed by the National Prosecutions Authority last week, instilling an optimistic hope for justice for Calata.

The week after Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata’s novel, My Father Died for This, hit shelves, it seems the Calata family may receive the justice they have long dreamt of, and recently demanded.

Last Wednesday, The National Prosecuting Authority (NPA) announced that it will prioritise prosecutions in 15 apartheid-era murders. The 1985 case of the Cradock Four in which four anti-apartheid activists, including Calata’s father, were murdered by the apartheid government, is one of the 15 cases that will be investigated and prosecuted. Calata, a journalist for the South African Broadcasting Corporation (SABC), directly called in his book for this kind of a national commitment to pursue apartheid-era prosecutions.

“In the 23 years of ANC (African National Congress) rule, the once-glorious liberation movement of Tatou and my father has not honoured the pain of our people… in the seeking of justice [for the deaths of activists],” wrote Calata.

Tatou was Calata’s great-grandfather James Calata, a famous activist in his own right, who had a significant impact on the Cradock community and the broader struggle for liberation.

Daily Maverick sat down with Calata on Thursday, the day after the announcement, to discuss My Father Died for This, his family history, his drive to pursue justice, and why the NPA announcement felt so momentous.

“I was so incredibly blessed. Yesterday, the Director of National Prosecutions, flanked by both the Minister and the Deputy Minister of Justice, said that they will prioritise the prosecutions of TRC (Truth and Reconciliation Commission) related cases,” explained an excited Calata.

In My Father Died for This, Calata and his wife Abigail retraced the history of both Fort and James Calata, along with the stories of Fort and James’ wives, children, grandchildren, and experiences in Cradock.

“My ultimate goal was to tell the story of my family, to tell the history of my family,” explained Calata.

A significant portion of the book is then dedicated to investigating the events that eventually led to the murder of the Cradock Four.

Calata does not shy away from implicating the responsible parties in his father’s tragic death. Nor does he hide from demanding accountability from the ANC to take the necessary legal steps to provide closure on the assassinations for the families of the Cradock Four, along with the broader Eastern Cape province. The least the government could do, reasoned Calata, is punish the individuals responsible for the deaths of past heroes.

“We’ve been waiting for the ANC for a long time to do something, to prosecute, to take us to the kind of space as a people that my father had envisioned. And the ANC hasn’t done so,” Calata said in his interview with Daily Maverick.

Calata called the surviving victims of the apartheid regime “walking zombies”, people who have suffered tremendous wounds and are yet to receive any form of closure for the deaths of their loved ones. ?

Calata questioned the government’s dedication to actually serving justice.

“Apartheid is a crime against humanity, yet how many people do we know that have actually gone to jail, that have actually been tried for the crimes that were committed? One. Eugene de Kock. Are you telling me that Eugene de Kock is the only person responsible for [apartheid]?” argued Calata.

“There are millions of people who suffered under apartheid who to this day know there hasn’t been justice, they can see it. They can feel it that there’s never been any real sense of justice.”

Calata hopes to now see this justice served for the Cradock Four and all the other murdered victims of apartheid whose killers were never convicted.

The NPA’s decision to go ahead with 15 case prosecutions in the wake of Calata’s book is unlikely a product of pure coincidence. Whether or not the book itself catalysed the momentous NPA announcement, Calata’s activism was certainly on the organisation’s mind when the announcement was made.

TimesLive reported that the National Director of Public Prosecutions, Shaun Abrahams, specifically assured Calata by name that the NPA would prioritise “TRC matters.”

Calata, in the legacy of his father and great grandfather, is fighting for freedom and justice, fearlessly challenging all who stand in his way.

Calata feels his fight is the only way he can repay those who came before him.

“There are people who died for me to have what I have now, so let me do my bit to honour those people and tell their stories and seek justice for their lives,” he said.

The Calata legacy is one to which Lukhanyo is no stranger to facing. In 2016, Calata published the now famous letter to his SABC employers in which he criticised SABC censorship, declaring that his father “didn’t die for this”.

“The decisions taken recently by the SABC cannot be described in any other way but them curbing media freedom. A freedom to report ethically, truthfully, and without bias,” Calata wrote.

Calata, along with seven of his colleagues, were quickly branded the “SABC 8” when they were fired from their positions in the SABC for speaking up against censorship. As Calata recounts in My Father Died for This, the SABC 8 eventually won the battle for press freedom when seven of the eight employees were reinstated in their positions within the broadcaster.

Calata sees his politics stemming not just from his impressive family history, but also from the town that raised him and which he proudly calls home.

“There’s a political consciousness in Cradock that literally permeates itself anywhere you go… That’s where I got my political education, from the people there, from what I was reading, from my family. I’m just happy, I’m proud, really. I’m proud to say that I come from [Cradock].”

Cradock’s defiance during apartheid is hard to believe. The town “unshackled themselves from the apartheid regime”, managing to rid Cradock of outside governance while setting an example for how to rebel successfully against those in power. An example so effective that the apartheid government imposed strict regulations directly on the town. The government often banned meetings, it suspended Fort Calata and Matthew Goniwe (another member of the Cradock Four) from their jobs as teachers, and the leaders of the apartheid regime ultimately ordered Fort and Goniwe’s assassinations to try to stymie the revolutionary spirit aroused in Cradock.

Calata knows that his father’s death is just one of countless stories deserving justice, many of which are yet to be told.

“Just because their case isn’t known doesn’t make it any less than that of the Cradock four,” rationalised Calata. “And it’s those ones, the ones we still don’t know, that we must bring to the light. And we must celebrate, we must honour those people for their role.”

And now a new mountain looms on the horizon. After defending the freedom of the press in 2016, and sharing the story of Cradock’s brave freedom fighters in his book, Calata will work with lawyers and activists to ensure justice is served in the NPA prosecutions.

“We know that the TRC at its conclusion handed the government, the ANC-led government, a list of about 300 cases that should be prosecuted… So we’ll take this 15, alright we’re happy to take this 15, but then we must go and find the other 285.”

Calata closed the SABC letter with the following claim:

“[The victims of apartheid] died so that we can in 2016 do what is expected of us, which is to lead where they left off: To serve this nation with pride, truth, dedication and ethics.”

Two years later, with redemption, dignity, and hope for a better future on his mind, Lukhanyo Calata is doing just that. DM

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13 May 2018 by Guest

NPA to prioritise murders of anti-apartheid activists

“I am being briefed on those investigations‚ in fact I was briefed yesterday on this very matter‚” said Abrahams. John Jeffery‚ the deputy minister of justice‚ added that he had been raising concern regularly with Abrahams as there were recommendations for three people to be charged. “The Nokuthula Simelane matter is in court‚ those people …

“I am being briefed on those investigations‚ in fact I was briefed yesterday on this very matter‚” said Abrahams.

John Jeffery‚ the deputy minister of justice‚ added that he had been raising concern regularly with Abrahams as there were recommendations for three people to be charged.

“The Nokuthula Simelane matter is in court‚ those people have been charged but there are delays as there is dispute around legal representation‚” said Jeffery.

Abrahams said “challenges” within the criminal justice system‚ including lack of resources and investigative capacity on the police’s side and in the NPA‚ were hampering their work.

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12 May 2018 by Guest

Cradock charm on menu

They’re the dedicated pair of journos who’ve introduced many a city slicker to the pleasures of the South African platteland through the pages of three successful books on the Karoo and numerous articles for the likes of Country Life magazine. It has been more than a decade since freelance writers Julienne du Toit and Chris …

They’re the dedicated pair of journos who’ve introduced many a city slicker to the pleasures of the South African platteland through the pages of three successful books on the Karoo and numerous articles for the likes of Country Life magazine.

It has been more than a decade since freelance writers Julienne du Toit and Chris Marais traded in their hectic, big-city lives in Jozi for a change of pace in a comparatively quiet and unpretentious Eastern Cape town.

“We chose to live in Cradock because of the people in this town: hardy, authentic, mostly friendly and blessed with a special sense of humour,” Chris and Jules say.

“In its own way, Cradock is also a beautiful town in a remarkable mountain setting and, for us at Karoo Space, the perfect geographical springboard for our regular travels into the semi-desert interior of South Africa.”

Following their move here in 2007, the two award-winning journalists became independent publishers. Now, along with countless other “semigrants”, they present the case for relocating to the countryside in a new book, Moving to the Platteland, which is due for release later this year.

“If you ever wanted to swap the urban rush for a fuller life with wide open spaces and more hours in the day, then Moving to the Platteland should be your faithful companion,” they reckon.

The full title of the book is Moving to the Platteland – Life in Small Town South Africa and it will be launched at the end of July at the Schreiner Karoo Writers’ Festival in Cradock.

While researching it Chris and Jules not only drew on their own experiences but on those of many of the city-turned-country dwellers they have interviewed over the years.

Some of the fascinating characters they have encountered now also feature in a slide-show themed Creative Karoo. Whether in Cradock or Calvinia, Clarens or the Tankwa Karoo, Chris and Jules find interesting and engaging personalities and faithfully document their remarkable stories.

The slide-show was screened at last weekend’s Karoo Food Festival and the responses were so encouraging they are now planning to take it on the road to coincide with the launch of the new book.

“We’ve got a gig with our band, Ginger’s Fault (which includes another Karoo author, Antony Osler, on bass, his brother Maeder on harmonica and Ginger Seipp, the banjo maestro from Cape Town) at the Williston Winter Festival at the end of August,” Chris says.
“And then, sometime early in September, we’ll begin our launch trip down to Cape Town, starting with Prince Albert. But more on that closer to the time.”

  • The couple’s current stock of books is available in print and e-book formats on their website at www.karoospace.co.za. Look out for Karoo Keepsakes, Karoo Keepsakes II, Road Tripper – Eastern Cape Karoo, Shorelines, Coast to Coast, The Journey Man – A South African Reporter’s Story and, later this year, Moving to the Platteland.

In sync with the seasons

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10 May 2018 by Guest

NPA looking at apartheid-era killings

The National Prosecuting Authority is to prioritise the prosecution of people linked to the murders of anti-apartheid activists. National Director of Public Prosecutions Shaun Abrahams revealed in parliament yesterday that there were about 15 cases the state was considering for possible prosecution, including the murders of Victoria Mxenge, the Cradock Four and trade union leader …

The National Prosecuting Authority is to prioritise the prosecution of people linked to the murders of anti-apartheid activists.

National Director of Public Prosecutions Shaun Abrahams revealed in parliament yesterday that there were about 15 cases the state was considering for possible prosecution, including the murders of Victoria Mxenge, the Cradock Four and trade union leader Neil Aggett, among others.

“We are absolutely committed to delivering justice to the victims of crime, especially the victims of past atrocities,” Abrahams told journalists at a press conference held before the presentation – by Minister Michael Masutha – of the budget policy statement of the justice department.

Abrahams said it was regrettable that matters arising from the Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) had not been given “the preference they should have been given in years gone by” but that significant progress has been made in the past three years in addressing them.

“I personally made a decision that the perpetrators in respect to the disappearance of [Umkhonto weSizwe combatant] Nokuthula Simelane must be prosecuted.

“I personally made the decision and recommendation to the minister of justice in relation to the reopening of the inquest into [anti-apartheid activist] Ahmed Timol’s matter,” he added.

The inquest into Timol’s murder was reopened last year and it found that he was murdered and did not commit suicide.

It also recommended that three individuals be investigated for possible prosecution.

Deputy Minister of Justice John Jeffery said he has been raising regular concern with Abrahams as there were recommendations for three people to be charged.

“The Nokuthula Simelane matter is in court, those people have been charged but there are delays as there is dispute around legal representation,” said Jeffery.

Abrahams said recommendations have been made to him in respect of the Aggett murder and he has referred the matter back to the prosecutors and directed that further investigation be conducted.

He also sought to assure SABC journalist Lukhanyo Calata that “TRC matters” were high on the NPA’s priority list.

Lukhanyo, the son of Fort Calata – a UDF activist who is one of the Cradock Four murdered by the South African police in 1985 – had asked Masutha about the government’s commitment to ensure justice for victims’ families.

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9 May 2018 by Guest

Weekend page-turners

My Father Died for This by Lukhanyo Calata and Abigail Calata (Tafelberg) When the Cradock Four’s Fort Calata was murdered by security agents of the apartheid machine in 1985, his son Lukhanyo was only 3 years old. Thirty-one years later Lukhanyo, now a journalist, is one of the SABC Eight. He has defied Hlaudi Motsoeneng’s …

My Father Died
for This
by Lukhanyo Calata
and Abigail Calata (Tafelberg)

When the Cradock Four’s Fort Calata was murdered by security agents of the apartheid machine in 1985, his son Lukhanyo was only 3 years old. Thirty-one years later Lukhanyo, now a journalist, is one of the SABC Eight.

He has defied Hlaudi Motsoeneng’s reign of censorship at the public broadcaster by writing an open letter declaring: “My father didn’t die for this.”

With his wife Abigail, Lukhanyo brings to life the father he never knew and investigates the mystery that surrounds his death despite two high-profile inquests.

A poignant and inspiring journey into the history of a family, the book traces the
struggle against apartheid, beginning with Fort’s grandfather, Rivonia trialist and ANC secretary-general Reverend James Calata.

The introduction is by anti-apartheid activist Paul Verryn.

Ministry of Crime: An Underworld Explored by Mandy Wiener (Pan McMillan)

Wiener is one of the country’s best known and most credible journalists and, as an investigative reporter, has uncovered some incredible but true high-profile cases.

A follow-up to the bestselling book Killing Kebble: An Underworld Exposed (2010), Wiener’s latest tell-it-all examines how organised crime, gangsters and powerful political figures have been able to capture the law enforcement authorities and agencies.

According to Wiener, these various organisations have been eviscerated, hollowed out and left ineffective.

They have been infiltrated and compromised and, as a result, prominent underworld figures have been able to flourish in South Africa, setting up elaborate crime networks with the assistance of many cops.

She traces an underworld trajectory from Kebble to prominent underworld figures like Radovan Krejcir after having gained exclusive access to on- and off-record interviews with underworld characters and police officers at all levels.

Similar to The President’s Keepers, this explosive and immaculately researched book tells a frightening story of how frighteningly intertwined the worlds of politics, law enforcement and organised crime are.

The “Ministry of Crime”, says Wiener, runs from the very top ranks of senior politicians and high-ranking police officers all the way to the murky depths of the underworld.

‘Speak No Evil’ by Uzodinma Iweala (John Murray)

On the surface, Niru leads a charmed life. Raised by two attentive parents in Washington, DC, he’s a top student and a track star at his prestigious private high school.

Bound for Harvard, his prospects are bright.

But Niru has a painful secret: he is gay – which is an abominable sin to his conservative Nigerian parents.

No one knows except his best friend, Meredith, who appears to be the only person who doesn’t seems to judge him.

When his father accidentally finds out his secret, the fallout is brutal and swift.

With her own troubles to deal with, Meredith finds she has little left emotionally to offer him.

As the two friends struggle to reconcile their desires against the expectations and institutions that seek to define them, they find themselves spiralling towards a future more violent and senseless than they can imagine, in which neither will escape unscathed.

Speak No Evil is a novel about the power of words and self-identification and who has the power to speak for other people. 

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7 May 2018 by Guest

Cradock got Freedom Charter’s ideal of ‘The People Shall Govern’

There was a brief period in the mid-1980s when a rural town brought to life what the Freedom Charter meant by the ideal “The People Shall Govern.” It was 1985 and that town was Cradock. More specifically it was the township of iLingelihle – the home of Fort Calata, Matthew Goniwe, Sparrow Mkonto and many …

There was a brief period in the mid-1980s when a rural town brought to life what the Freedom Charter meant by the ideal “The People Shall Govern.”

It was 1985 and that town was Cradock. More specifically it was the township of iLingelihle – the home of Fort Calata, Matthew Goniwe, Sparrow Mkonto and many other heroes of our Struggle.

The three, together with Oudtshoorn teacher Sicelo Mhlauli, would later become known as the Cradock Four.

They were murdered by an apartheid hit squad after being ambushed while returning home after a UDF meeting they had attended in Port Elizabeth in mid-1985.

Like the indomitable Gauls of my favourite childhood comic books, Asterix and Obelix, who held off the Romans, the people of iLingelihle would not be moved.

Cradock would show the blueprint for resistance for the rural oppressed of South Africa to counter apartheid in a way the government of the day would never have anticipated.

It moved the apartheid government to contrive a village council of apathetic leaders to control the municipality with the town as one of its guinea pigs. But they were no match for the formidable civic movements of Cradock, aligned to the UDF and formed by teachers and activists Calata and Goniwe.

In the first few days of January 1985, these council officials eventually relented and resigned in the midst of a 15-month school boycott as part of a tireless campaign by the community and its leaders. Cradock – and specifically Goniwe and Calata – was a headache for the apartheid regime.

This brief window of self-governance, free from the reach of the brutal regime, is described in a new book My Father Died for This, co-written by husband and wife team Abigail and Lukhanyo Calata.

Lukhanyo, the son of Fort Calata who was just 3 when his father and comrades were murdered, writes of that time: “The resignations of the members of the town council had effectively rendered iLingelihle a ‘liberated zone’.

“The small location boasting around 24000 residents was no longer governed in any way by the apartheid government.

“The people of iLingelihle through Cradora (Cradock Residents’ Association) were governing themselves. They, and they alone, were the ones deciding the kind of future they wanted for themselves and their children. The people of my home town were now the masters of their own destinies.”

How powerful is that? In the months that followed, the people indeed governed.

The community started a literacy programme for those affected by the school boycotts and opened a crèche as well as an advice centre to administer grants for the aged, children and disabled.

The Cradock Youth Association was responsible for community safety. Lukhanyo’s mother, Nomonde Calata, recalled that during that period iLingelihle had been virtually crime free.

Apartheid brigadier Joffel van der Westhuizen wrote in a report: “Goniwe played a prominent role in the aforementioned revolutionary onslaught in the Eastern Province. He was one of the leaders of the United Democratic Front and to the best of my knowledge, Cradock was the very first town in the Republic of South Africa where they successfully implemented alternative structures (of government).”

But such an uprising came at grave costs. In June 1985 a plan was made by the state security cabinet and endorsed by PW Botha to assassinate Goniwe and Calata.

Abigail and Lukhanyo take great care in their book to establish the genesis for activism in Cradock with the arrival of Lukhanyo’s great-grandfather and Fort’s grandfather, Canon James Arthur Calata.

Canon Calata worked tirelessly for decades to improve the lot of black people in the town. His work eventually saw him elevated to secretary-general of the ANC, succeeded years later by Walter Sisulu.

Canon Calata took his grandson Fort under his care and would lay the foundation for activism in Lukhanyo’s father. The legacy from grandfather to grandson would set the tone for iLingelihle’s resistance as Fort later joined forces with Goniwe.

In the unfolding chapters, Lukhanyo movingly documents the harrowing days of unrest leading up to the murder of his father and the rest of the Cradock Four. He writes of the powerful funeral that followed, which bolstered the resolve of the people even further.

He then bravely and painstakingly details the betrayal by the very movement the Calatas had played such a seminal role in to help liberate South Africa and the lingering agony that his father’s killers were never brought to book.

As one reflects on this book just days after another celebration of our liberation this past Freedom Day, we dare not forget. My Father Died for This makes sure we never forget the sacrifices made by so many for that freedom.

Also read: Calatas are an ordinary couple who are extraordinarily brave

* Follow more of Abarder’s musings on Twitter – @GasantAbarder.

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4 May 2018 by Guest

‘Constables took part in looting spree’

“The alleged cellphones were reported stolen from a local furniture store in Hartswater. The cellphones and many items including television sets‚ electric appliances were stolen during service delivery protests where looting was (the) order of the day. Two arrested police officers were also seen being part of community members who looted business premises in Hartswater …

“The alleged cellphones were reported stolen from a local furniture store in Hartswater. The cellphones and many items including television sets‚ electric appliances were stolen during service delivery protests where looting was (the) order of the day. Two arrested police officers were also seen being part of community members who looted business premises in Hartswater and Pampierstad.”

They were arrested after Crime Intelligence‚ Counter Intelligence‚ the K9 Unit‚ Tactical Response Team‚ Public Order Police and Hartswater Police followed up on information that implicated them in the looting of businesses.

“One of the suspects was found with a cellphone in his possession‚ while other phone was found at the other suspect’s house. The suspects were handed to the IPID for further investigation‚” said Tawana.

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3 May 2018 by Guest

Best Of The Blogs, April 29: Read These Now

Last week marked a milestone in South Africa’s democracy, Freedom Day; however, the day garnered mixed reactions, with some lauding the fact that SA has come this far and others saying that their freedoms are limited as [they] have felt excluded. The royal family also had a new addition; this, coupled with the upcoming royal …

Last week marked a milestone in South Africa’s democracy, Freedom Day; however, the day garnered mixed reactions, with some lauding the fact that SA has come this far and others saying that their freedoms are limited as [they] have felt excluded.

The royal family also had a new addition; this, coupled with the upcoming royal wedding, has the family in the public’s fave spot.

The Democratic Alliance and Patricia de Lille are also a talking point as a new motion of no confidence in Cape Town’s mayor has shown that the numbers may or may not be stacked in her favour.

Dr Eve explores new thoughts on an old institution: marriage, it has opened up an interesting conversation around some of the approaches which society has placed on coupling.

Take some time out of your long-weekend activities and indulge in a bit of early-morning binge-reading of our best offering from the blogs desk.

1. Verwoerd’s Great-Grandson: ‘Dealing With The Past Is By No Means Easy’

Verwoerd’s great-grandson wrote for HuffPost: “This challenge — of dealing with the past — is by no means easy. It involves, in whiteness’ case, questioning those whom you hold dearest and value most – previous generations of relatives.” Read more.

2. Land-Reform Success Hinges On Trust Between Public And Private Sector

Agricultural economists Wandile Sihlobo, Tinashe Kapuya and land policy analyst Theo Boshoff write about the fundamental factors in the land-reform debate, highlighting that trust needs to be built in order to ensure the success and sustainability of the land programme and the agricultural sector. Read more.

3. [EXTRACT] ‘My Father Died For This’: The Agony Of Fort Calata’s Death

When the Cradock Four’s Fort Calata was murdered by agents of the apartheid state in 1985, his son Lukhanyo was only three years old. Thirty-one years later Lukhanyo and Abigail Calata unpack the events leading up to his father’s death. Read more.



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4. Relax, Folks, AfriForum Is NOT Prosecuting Julius Malema

AfriForum wishes to create the impression that it is pursuing and prosecuting Julius Malema, but this is not true. For AfriForum to announce that it is prosecuting Malema is taking liberties with facts — the announcement was 30 percent fact and 70 percent fiction; a cocktail of political communication, writes Lukhanyo Vangqa.

5. Five Handy Tips For Vicki Momberg And Company

Momberg has become the poster child for unrepentant bigoted behaviour that seems to beset our society almost 25 years after the end of apartheid. It is unclear whether it is simply ignorance or downright hatred of those different to themselves that motivates such repugnant references to fellow South Africans, but one thing is clear: instead of the use of demeaning words receding into the past, their use remains rampant today, writes Jeanette Buis.

6. DA Scores Spectacular Own Goal – Cutting Down Their Tall Poppy

Ferial Haffajee writes that the numbers may not be showing it yet, but the DA is going to have to fight to keep Cape Town. Haffajee notes that the DA governs with a big majority, but that with the Ramaphosa effect and the water crisis and now the distractions of the De Lille debacle, mean the party goes into the 2019 election fighting a defensive strategy rather than the offensive one it would have preferred. Read more.

7. ‘If Royalty Is A New Religion, I Think I’m An Atheist’

Do I care what the new royal baby is called? I’m not sure I do, because if royalty is a new religion, I think I’m an atheist, writes John Davenport.



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Britain’s Prince William, Duke of Cambridge (L) and Britain’s Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge aka Kate Middleton show their newly-born son, their third child, to the media outside the Lindo Wing at St Mary’s Hospital in central London, on April 23, 2018. (Photo by Isabel INFANTES / AFP)

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1 May 2018 by Guest

Don’t trust retirement advice from anyone under 65

I woke up one morning recently, April 1 to be exact, to find that my life’s calendar had gently tipped over into that big number that all us Baby Boomers fear: 65. There was no rush of blood, no feeling of excitement or despair. In many ways it was just another day. I woke in a …

I woke up one morning recently, April 1 to be exact, to find that my life’s calendar had gently tipped over into that big number that all us Baby Boomers fear: 65.

There was no rush of blood, no feeling of excitement or despair. In many ways it was just another day. I woke in a strange bed, that of the Lowlands Country House and Manor, somewhere in the middle of the beautiful Karoo, roughly halfway between Steynsburg and Cradock.

It was the third day of a five-day cycling tour through the Karoo (www.gkcycle.co.za) and was my personal “retirement” gift to myself and family. Far better than yet another boring old lunch with a group of grey and greying people, whether family or friends. That would come later.

This was a gift of a different kind to myself: to be doing something exciting with the people near and dear to me: wife, children, daughter-in-law and step-daughter. I recommend it to anyone as a sort of passing out gift. We cycled well (over 220 kilometres in total) and saw some parts of the hidden Karoo which very few South Africans see. Do it: you owe it to yourself and the Karoo. And if you haven’t been on a bike for 20 years or more, fear not, the world of electric bikes has also reached the Karoo.

It also got me thinking about retirement. Or the fact that the traditional retire-at-65-and-live-happily-ever–after as a lifestyle simply does not exist for me. And I intend on keeping that way for as long as I can…..

And the truth of the matter is that it exists for less and less people in South Africa today.

I look around me, at friends, family and even clients, and I battle to find someone who has retired in the traditional manner — namely retire and draw down on your capital until you die. After all, wasn’t that the dream sold to you 20, 30 or even 40 years ago? For the rapidly dwindling number of retirees who managed to remain on defined benefit funds, this still might be an option, but the chances of their incomes keeping up with inflation is also dwindling.

Who moved the finishing line?

Wasn’t 65 (or 60, or 55 or whatever age) the finishing line? That’s when life suddenly turns into this blissful age of carefree living and travelling, depicted in so many grotesque ways by these nauseating images of this perfectly preserved older couple with perfect teeth, hair and skin. I so hate those images that are still dreamed up by 25-year old marketing yuppies who have had no experience in life.

I think all advertising related to retirement should be drawn up by people already retired. All financial planning should be done by people aged 65 and older, who have seen it all. I too find myself in that category. More than 25 years ago I sat down and penned a little book on retirement, called How To Plan for a Happy Retirement. I cringe today when I read what I wrote so many years ago…

However, the book The Amazing and Scary Truth About Retirement (2002), which I penned with Bruce Cameron, was a bit more realistic and reflected a more experienced approach to the curved balls that life throws our way. In the book we warned as follows:

“Your retirement is not what you think it is going to be. Therefore, throw out any preconceived notions that you may have about how you will retire. A radical new paradigm is developing that will change how you invest and dream for the future.”

See what a little bit of real-life of experience can do to blind idealism?

The book tried to warn people planning their retirement about the drastic changes heading their way, not least the dramatic increases in longevity, economic uncertainty and lower investment returns. We furthermore warned that “putting money away for retirement is a postponement of gratification”. But, even at that time it was clear that the average South African was not saving enough, rather spending money hard and fast on conspicuous consumption.Today, a mere 15 years or so later, we are seeing, first-hand the implosion of retirement dreams all across the country. The collapse in residential property prices and the lacklustre growth in the SA stock market has just added to this problem. For many, retirement is going to be a cold and lonely place.

My inbox is often filled with these hard-luck stories. “I have X-amount to invest but I need to draw about 15% of the capital annually to pay all my expenses.” Most financial advisors have similar stories. And the expenses? These include the boat at the Vaal, the beach house in Plett/Sedgefield, maintenance to the ex-wife, children still at school etc. We all carry battle-scars. And this can go on for another 20 to 30 years until the money runs out at some stage, which it will.

Some rules about retirement planning

Here are some universal truths for everyone planning for or approaching retirement:

All retirement planning projections are bound to be wrong. In a perfectly predictable world, they might have some value, but we don’t live in a perfect world, especially not in SA. Stock markets can crash (1987, 1998, 2008), companies go bust (Steinhoff etc.) and global macro events often make a mockery of long-term forecasts. Think about those poor investors who put all their trust in gold and precious metals all those years ago. Gold shares have lost 70% to 80% of their value over the past 20 years. Or imagine having a couple of farms today as your retirement plan.

Ten years or so ago I came across many investors, for instance, who created these (perfect) retirement portfolios on a spreadsheet, based on buy-to-let properties with rising incomes and capital values without any bad debts, a collapse in the property market or errant tenants not paying their rent. Today this a very real nightmare for thousands of amateur property landlords. Property prices on average are down by about 22% in real terms over this period of time. In many parts of the country, property has lost all its value.

Even stock market projections can be dangerous. Take the last three years for instance. Most pension funds or stock market portfolios have not beaten the average inflation rate of 5.4% over the same time. Go and check yours if you don’t believe me. And it doesn’t look like turning around very soon. I previously wrote about the destruction former pres. Jacob Zuma has wrought on the private wealth of SA’s citizens.

They often don’t make allowance for the unforeseen. Life comes with things such as death, divorce, bankruptcy, betrayal or bad health, often blindsiding your meticulous preparation. You cannot plan for these things, yet more often than not we all have to deal with them. Who teaches you those skills?

My advice is to plan for a very long and often active life after retirement. The unofficial retirement age for those who can afford it or is able to arrange their affairs in such a manner, is now well into the 70s and soon, like the Japanese, will be in the 80s.

Your health is almost as important as your wealth. A recent study by Swiss bank UBS reveals that high-net-worth individuals (assets of more than $1 million) will gladly give up to a third of their wealth to live a longer and healthier lifestyle. There is also a very strong correlation between longevity and wealth: the wealthier you are the longer you tend to live, by almost 10 years when compared to less wealthy people. Money buys you better medical treatment, better nutrition and more time to exercise.

Also, plan your post-retirement career. I often come across retirees who immediately embark on a post retirement career, either consulting, assisting spouses or children in their businesses or even starting their own small business. I had lunch the other day with investment guru Mark Mobius, formerly with Franklin Templeton, who on his retirement at the age of 81 earlier this year immediately started a new global fund management company. Warren Buffet manages money at the age of 86 while his partner Charlie Munger is 93 — both of them still mentally very sharp and able.

The best advice I can give people approaching retirement is to simplify their lives. Scale down in almost all respects. Sell that second or third car, likewise the property at the coast (which must be the worst investment for most, in any case), scale down from the mansion to a small cluster and give all your accumulated rubbish away. You are never going to use/repair that old fridge, microwave, couch or broken lawnmower gathering dust in the garage. Oh, how we accumulate rubbish in our lives! But keep your old wine, whisky and all those books that you have been planning to read … “one day when you are retired”.

Consolidate all your investments into a coherent portfolio, one that you understand and can sustain you for the rest of your life. Your investment strategy in retirement should (in theory) be simple for most people. How much capital do you have? How long will I live? And what income do I require? Will it be enough? If it’s not — spend less.

Finally — externalse a great deal of your assets. I know I have been saying this for a long time but it bears repeating. SA is not creating much wealth as a country. Invest for yield in SA but look for long-term capital growth elsewhere. The past ten years in the property market and the past seven years in equity has shown this to be the correct investment strategy. I don’t see this changing. I somehow remain suspicious and cynical about Ramaphoria, and so seems the rest of the markets.

And don’t forget that cycling trip in the Karoo…..

*Magnus Heystek is the investment strategist at Brenthurst Wealth. he can be reached for ideas and suggestions at magnus@heystek.co.za

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