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ANC: Another God Who Has Failed
Jeremy Gordin |
06 October 2022
Jeremy Gordin writes on the special disillusionment of the best of the ANC’s true believers
A book, an invitation, a tweet, and a boat capsized—these seemingly innocuous things float in my mind this morning like dust mites in the sun.
Remember Polly Garter? He is the mischievous man in Dylan Thomas’s 1954 radio drama, under the milk wood – A single mother with many children, fathered by estranged married men from the small Welsh town of Llaregub (Bugr-All, Backward). As might be expected, the ladies of the city are very bad about him. [i],
At one point we hear Polly’s voice: “[Here I am,] Me, Polly Garter, down the washing line, breast-feeding my bony new baby in the garden. Nothing grows in our garden, only washes. and children.”
In My Nothing grows except a house, books. So much so that it has been the cause of some harsh words between my beautiful wife and me. Inexplicably, he believes that food, university fees, electricity bills, etc. should be given priority over spending money on books, which are “the precious life-blood of a master’s (or a mistress) soul”. are, as Milton said.
One of these books, an original English edition (Hamish Hamilton, 1950), turns a blind eye to me whenever I approach the shelf where it lives. I read it thoroughly, 53 years ago in 1969 when I was 17, and have a good memory for some things (though not bills, fees, etc.), so I don’t know what the problem is. I think the book feels it’s time to revisit that.
it is titled The God That Failed: Six Studies in Communism, by Arthur Koestler, Ignazio Ceylon, André Gide, Richard Wright, Louis Fischer and Stephen Spender; and caused a major uproar when published in 1949/50 because – to put it politely – the common theme of the six essays is the disillusionment of those famous writers with communism and their decision to leave the party, even as its To compete as well.
Koestler’s lines from his last paragraph are Always: “I served the Communist Party for seven years – Jacob turned to Laban’s sheep to win over his daughter Rachel. When the time came, the bride was taken to his dark tent; she found out the next morning That his lust was not spent on the beautiful Rachel but on the ugly Leah. [ii]
“I wonder whether Jacob ever recovered from the shock of sleeping with delusions, I wonder whether he later believed he ever believed it.” [iii]
Ah, I see Andrew Donaldson has already touched on the invitation issued to Ramaphosa, the cow vendor used by King Brian, in his excellent column.
The great thing about the invitation is that it “represents the first state visit to Britain by any foreign leader since King Charles III succeeded his mother, Queen Elizabeth II”.
Donaldson has suggested that what may have played a role in Charles III’s decision to honor Cyril as his first official foreign guest is the bizarre notion – apparently held by some – that our squirrels are members of the African Union. The leader of some influence between
In addition, I agree with daily vagabondPeter Fabricius that maybe ol’ sleepy Joe Biden might have dropped a word in the royal ear about the need to preach to Cyril, who is, after all, Mandela’s from the Holy Land.
No doubt both Sleepy Joe and Antony Blinken, the US Secretary of State who visited recently, have felt that the SA has gone on a truce in many ways, but Ramaphosa (like Wei Zelensky) nonetheless understands that How to speak the only language that matters – not Tshivenda or Ukrainian but bucoup, bucoup dollars – and so with a little encouragement from Charles III, Cyril could be put back on the right track.
Now, when a friend called the other night, I was shocked by my usual evening numbness. My friend, who owes a lot of money to our Ficus, which I can only describe as “full of anger.”
“What fxxx!” He shouted. “Why the fxxxx the hell is this useless creature going to see the King of England at my expense?! There’s no electricity, no water, nothing works – and he’s going to London. WTF!!”
Different Sly David Bullard, I avoid social media. However, courtesy of an informative comrade, I was sent a tweet posted by Feriel Hafaji on Tuesday.
“So, we have to pay tax, but 1. No electricity. 2. No water. 3. No roads [well, not entirely correct.] 4. No maintenance. 5. No job. 6. No house where it is needed. 7. No safety and security. 8. No universal basic income. 9. No proper homework. 10. No ‘nuts’.
Note: So, we have to pay tax, but
1. No electricity
2. no water
3. no road
4. No Maintenance
5. No Jobs
6. No home where it is needed
7. No safety and security
8. No Universal Basic Incomehttps://t.co/WIaQCzhjs1 proper home affairshttps://t.co/2Adgh7GWl8 nut storage
— Ferial Haffajee (@ferialhaffajee) 4 October 2022
Feriel is a “South African journalist and newspaper editor”, as Dr Wikipedia tells us. “She was the editor of City Press July 2009 to July 2016 and former editor mail and guardian, Hafaji was awarded the 2014 International Press Freedom Award by the Committee to Protect Journalists and was appointed to the board of the International Press Institute in 2011. He is currently Associate Editor daily vagabond and was the first editor-at-large huffpost until SA terminated its partnership with Media24 in 2018.
He also wrote a book in 2015, What if there were no whites in South Africa? I, alas, haven’t read it, but Dan Rudt wrote that in Huffji’s “Bosemont memoir, a pastiche of office gossip, Antiwhite outrage and racial econometrics, the idea that whites should ideally disappear”.
Well, Dan Rudd is Dan Rudd, what can I say? However, I do like Hafaji. I believe he is a “good” person, honest, decent, honest, hardworking, committed to journalism; And also deeply devoted to the much-awaited ANC dream of equality of race, change, and all those admirable things.
I also think she’s not alone – I know She is not alone; I personally know at least 30 people – and undoubtedly many more – who are also “good” people and are similarly devoted to those beliefs.
Therefore, Ramaphosa has chosen to visit Charles III at the taxpayer’s expense.
But he is considered extremely busy trying to run a country where electricity and water supplies are in deep trouble, badly potholed roads are the order of the day, most things have little maintenance, massive unemployment beds. But, there’s no home where they need it most, little safety and security, no universal basic income, and a very dysfunctional Department of Home Affairs. To which list, by the way, many other things can be added.
I wonder if Ramaphosa thought about putting his shoulder on the wheel instead of taking the time for a freebie.
It also makes me wonder how Hafaji and people like him feel. Because it occurs to me that if you are a supporter of the ANC, or have recently been, the disaster in which we now find ourselves must hit you really hard.
Because not only water, electricity and everything else have failed – your god has also failed. What to do? write a book titled another god failed,
What do you feel or say when you find that, like Jacob, your energy and struggle is not spent on the beautiful Rachel but on the ugly Leah? Do you ever overcome the shock of devoting yourself to an illusion, a nasty and devastating one to boot?
[i] I’m trying to finish the endnotes, as you may have noticed, but I can’t resist it.
Here is Mrs Organ Morgan, the wife of the church organist from Llaregub, talking to her husband, Organ Morgan:
Mrs. Organ Morgan: “And when you think about all those kids [Polly Garter’s] Got it, then all I can say is that she’d be better off leaving the birds’ nest, all I can say is that this isn’t exactly the perfect hobby for a woman who can’t even say no to dwarves. Remember Bob Spitt? He was no older than a child and he gave her two. But those two good boys are, I would say, Fred Spitt and Arthur. Sometimes I like Fred the best and sometimes I like Arthur. Which do you like best, Organ?
organ morgan: Oh, without a doubt Bach. Bach for me every time.”
[ii] I’m sorry for Koestler’s clearly sexist attitude, what can I say? different times …
[iii] I better apologize for the explicit sexism of the biblical story as well. compiler of what we call Produce Scholars are said to have made and edited theirs a long time ago in the 6th and 5th centuries BCE – and, sometimes it seems, in a galaxy far, far away.