*South Africa: Twenty Years of Apartheid by Another Name By John Pilger *April
13, 2014 "ICH <http://www.informationclearinghouse.info>" -* On my wall in
London is my favourite photograph from South Africa. Always thrilling to
behold, it is Paul Weinberg's image of a lone woman standing between two
armoured vehicles, the infamous "hippos", as they rolled into Soweto. Her
arms are raised, fists clenched, her thin body both beckoning and defiant
of the enemy.*

 It was May Day 1985; the last great uprising against apartheid had begun.
Twelve years later, with my thirty-year banning from South Africa  lifted,
there was a pinch-me moment as I flew into Jan Smuts and handed my passport
to a black immigration officer. "Welcome to our country," she said.

I quickly discovered that much of the spirit of resistance embodied in the
courageous woman in Soweto had survived, together with a vibrant ubuntu
that drew together African humanity, generosity and political ingenuity --
for example, in the dignified resolve of those I watched form a human wall
around the house of a widow threatened with disconnection of her
electricity, and in people's rejection of demeaning "RDP houses" they
called "kennels"; and in the pulsating mass demonstrations of social
movements that are among the most sophisticated and dynamic in the world.

On the twentieth anniversary of the first democratic vote on 27 April 1994,
it is this resistance, this force for justice and real democratic progress,
that should be celebrated, while its betrayal and squandering should be
understood and acted upon.

On 11 February, 1990, Nelson Mandela stepped out on the balcony of Cape
Town City Hall with the miners' leader Cyril Ramaphosa supporting him. Free
at last, he spoke to millions in South Africa and around the world. This
was the moment, an historic split-second as rare and potent as any in the
universal struggle for freedom. Moral power and the power for justice could
triumph over anything, any orthodoxy, it seemed. "Now is the time to
intensify the struggle," said Mandela in a proud and angry speech, perhaps
his best, or the last of his best.

The next day he appeared to correct himself. Majority rule would not make
blacks "dominant". The retreat quickened. There would be no public
ownership of the mines, banks and rapacious monopoly industries, no
economic democracy, as he had pledged with the words: "a change or
modification of our views in this regard is inconceivable". Reassuring the
white establishment and its foreign business allies -- the very orthodoxy
and cronyism that had built, maintained and reinforced fascist apartheid --
became the political agenda of the "new" South Africa.

Secret deals facilitated this.  In 1985, apartheid had suffered two
disasters: the Johannesburg stock market crashed and the regime defaulted
on its mounting foreign debt. In September that year, a group led by Gavin
Relly, chairman of the Anglo-American Corporation, met Oliver Tambo, the
ANC president, and other liberation officials in Mfuwe, Zambia.

The Relly message was that a "transition" from apartheid to a
black-governed electoral democracy was possible only if "order" and
"stability" were guaranteed. These was liberal code for a capitalist state
in which social and economic democracy would never be a priority. The aim
was to split the ANC between the "moderates" they could "do business with"
(Tambo, Mandela and Thabo Mbeki) and the majority who made up the United
Democratic Front and were fighting in the streets.

The betrayal of the UDF and its most effective components, such as the
National Civic Organisation, is today poignant, secret history.

 In 1987 and 1990, ANC officials led by Mbeki met twenty prominent members
of the Afrikaner elite at a stately home near Bath, in England. Around the
fireplace at Mells Park House, they drank vintage wine and malt whisky.
They joked about eating "illegal" South African grapes, then subject to a
worldwide boycott, "It's a civilised world there," recalled Mof
Terreblanche, a stockbroker and pal of F.W. De Klerk. "If you have a drink
with somebody ... and have another drink, it brings understanding. Really, we
became friends."

So secret were these convivial meetings that none but a select few in the
ANC knew about them. The prime movers were those who had profited from
apartheid , such as the British mining giant Consolidated Goldfields, which
picked up the tab at Mells Park House. The most important item around the
fireplace was who would control the economic system behind the facade of
"democracy".

At the same time, Mandela was conducting his own secret negotiations in
Pollsmoor Prison. His principal contact was Neil Barnard, an apartheid true
believer who headed the National Intelligence Service. Confidences were
exchanged; reassurances were sought. Mandela phoned P.W. Botha on the his
birthday; the Groot Krokodil invited him to tea and, as Mandela noted, even
poured the tea for his prisoner. "I came out feeling," said Mandela, "that
I had met a creative, warm head of state who treated me with all the
respect and dignity I could expect."

This was the man who, like Verwoerd and Vorster before him, had sent a
whole African nation to a vicious gulag that was hidden from the rest of
the world. Most of the victims were denied justice and restitution for this
epic crime of apartheid. Almost all the verkramptes -- extremists like the
"creative, warm" Botha -- escaped justice.

How ironic that it was Botha in the 1980s -- well ahead of the ANC a decade
later -- who dismantled the scaffolding of racial apartheid and, crucially,
promoted a rich black class that would play the role of which Frantz Fanon
had warned -- as a "transmission line between the nation and a capitalism,
rampant though camouflaged".

In the 1980s, magazines like Ebony, Tribute and Enterprise celebrated the
"aspirations" of a black bourgeoisie whose two-garage Soweto homes were
included on tours for foreigners the regime sought to impress. "This is our
black middle class," the guides would say; but there was no middle: merely
a buffer class being prepared, as Fanon wrote, for "its historic mission".
This is unchanged today.

The Botha regime even offered black businessmen generous loans from the
Industrial Development Corporation. This allowed them to set up companies
outside the "bantustans". In this way, a black company such as New Africa
Investments could buy part of Metropolitan Life. Within a decade, Cyril
Ramaphosa was deputy chairman of what was effectively a creation of
apartheid. He is today one of the richest men in the world.

The transition was, in a sense, seamless. "You can put any label on it you
like," President Mandela told me at Groote Schur. "You can call it
Thatcherite, but for this country, privatisation is the fundamental policy."

"That's the opposite of what you said before the first elections, in 1994,"
I said.

"There is a process," was his uncertain reply, "and every process
incorporates change."

Mandela was merely reflecting the ANC's mantra -- which seemed to take on
the obsessions of a supercult. There were all those ANC pilgrimages to the
World Bank and the IMF in Washington, all those "presentations" at Davos,
all those ingratiations at the G-8, all those foreign advisers and
consultants coming and going, all those pseudo-academic reports with their
"neo-liberal" jargon and acronyms. To borrow from the comic writer Larry
David, "a babbling brook of bullshit" engulfed the first ANC governments,
especially its finance ministries.

Putting aside for a moment the well-documented self-enrichment of ANC
notables and suckering of arms deals, the Africa analyst Peter Robbins had
an interesting view on this. "I think the ANC leadership [was] ashamed that
most of their people live in the third world," he wrote. "They don't like
to think of themselves as being mostly an African-style economy. So
economic apartheid has replaced legal apartheid with the same consequences
for the same people, yet it is greeted as one of the greatest achievements
in world history."

Desmond Tutu's Truth and Reconciliation Commission brushed this reality,
ever so briefly, when business corporations were called to the
confessional. These "institutional" hearings were among the most important,
yet were all but dismissed. Representing the most voracious, ruthless,
profitable and lethal industry in the world, the South African Chamber of
Mines summed up a century of exploitation in six and a half derisory pages.
There was no apology for the swathes of South Africa turned into the
equivalent of Chernobyl. There was no pledge of compensation for the
countless men and their families stricken with occupational diseases such
as silicosis and mesothelioma. Many could not afford an oxygen tank; many
families could not afford a funeral.

 In an accent from the era of pith helmets, Julian Ogilvie-Thompson, the
former chairman of Anglo-American, told the TRC: "Surely, no one wants to
penalise success." Listening to him were ex miners who could barely breathe.

Liberation governments can point to real and enduring achievements since
1994. But the most basic freedom, to survive and to survive decently, has
been withheld from the majority of South Africans, who are aware that had
the ANC invested in them and in their "informal economy", it could have
actually transformed the lives of millions. Land could have been purchased
and reclaimed for small-scale farming by the dispossessed, run in the
co-operative spirit of African agriculture. Millions of houses could have
been built, better health and education would have been possible. A
small-scale credit system could have opened the way for affordable goods
and services for the majority. None of this would have required the import
of equipment or raw materials, and the investment would have created
millions of jobs. As they grew more prosperous, communities would have
developed their own industries and an independent national economy.

A pipe dream? The violent inequality that now stalks South Africa is no
dream. It was Mandela, after all, who said, "If the ANC does not deliver
the goods, the people must do what they have done to the apartheid regime."

* This article originally appeared in the Sunday Times, Johannesburg. John
Pilger is the author of Freedom Next Time. His 1998 film, Apartheid Did Not
Die, is on his website www.johnpilger.com <http://www.johnpilger.com> - *
  John Pilger - Apartheid Did Not Die [1998]





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