All the people I know who have lost a loved one know the feeling, something inside you dies also, and it never goes away but it gets better with time. Our media has much to answer for and certainly can ensure they cover death in a more compassionate manner.
The redistribution of wealth and power and elimination of substantial inequality is the fundamental goal of the post-apartheid project. That goal is not capable of being pursued exclusively, or even primarily, through markets. It is, or should be, the primary purpose of the post-apartheid state. And the state’s recent engagement with expropriation as a way of redistributing land could signal a deeper commitment on its part to challenging markets and inequality.
Though in his old age, Zimbabwe’s former head of state Robert Mugabe remains as shrewd as ever. He would not have spoken out in the way and at the time that he has if he did not see this as a power move in the run-up to the July 2018 elections in Zimbabwe.
In his analysis of our present political situation, Adam Habib uses the analogy of the current hit film Black Panther to illustrate the way forward for South Africa. He likens the bad guy (Killmonger) in the film to the EFF who he reads as “proto-fascist” and the good guy (Black Panther) as the role model Cyril Ramaphosa’s ANC should be emulating. I claim he misses the point, that while Black Panther presents itself as a progressive film, it fails and is actually the opposite. While Black Panther has touched a chord with black youth who have flocked to see it dressed in traditional attire, raising power salutes (inspired by the viral marketing campaign), the film has stirred feelings of black pride for sure. But what is the real ideological message people buy with their cinema ticket?
The provincial Department of Health began a hunt for unlicensed facilities – and before long had tracked down around 200, many operating in informal circumstances. That is a huge number, carrying massive potential risk, and it sparked focused action and immediate intervention.
Listening to Justice Moseneke for three hours felt like a form of water torture. I wanted to put a pause on the words that described the multiple and serial human rights violations and assaults. Or perhaps just fast-forward through the thickets of ugliness and sorrow to get to the end. But this was real time. No such numbing facility existed.