Saturday, February 21, 2015

Idler Friday, January 2, 2015

Rough draft of history

ONE surveys the festive season pillage. Pride of place is a stopper 

for a whisky bottle, surmounted by a magnificent guinea fowl in 

pewter.

Did this niece know my whisky tipple is The Famous Grouse (also 

known as Die Beroemde Tarentaal)?

Terrific! It makes a man want to keep using that stopper.

Then a publication: A Newspaper History of South Africa, by John 

Cameron-Dow (Don Nelson). This takes us from the gold rush 

days in the old Transvaal, through the Jameson Raid and the 

Anglo-Boer War, right up to the present, illustrated with cuttings 

and photographs.

I had not been aware of this publication before. This fifth revised 

edition brings us right up to date with the death of Nelson Mandela, 

the Oscar Pretorius trial and the Nkandla affair.

As Philip Graham of the Washington Post noted, journalism is 

the first rough draft of history. Paging through this publication one 

finds plenty of that: Two world wars; the fall of Smuts; Sharpeville; 

Verwoerd's assassination; the Information Scandal which brought 

about the fall of John Vorster ... right through to issues such as 

"Guptagate" and Nkandla.

It's a little unnerving to find things like the Info scandal that actually 

fell under one's watch. It was mind-blowing stuff – the Nats never 

did recover.

No interest

THE assassination of Verwoerd also stirs a few memories. It 

coincided with release of the James Commission of Inquiry into 

shenanigans on Durban City Council. The Mercury had to run its 

front page on James, as planned, with a four-page wraparound on 

Verwoerd. It never rains but it pours.

The paper was owned in those days by a prominent Old Natal 

Family. A friend worked for CNA, who did the distribution. He 

phoned to ask by how much the Mercury were increasing the print 

order.

"But I've already increased the print order," said the chairman and 

MD.

"That was for the James Commission. The prime minister's been 

assassinated now."

"Oh, I don't think Natal people are much interested in that kind of 

thing."

It was only with difficulty that he was persuaded otherwise. There 

was no TV in those days. That night Devonshire Place was 

besieged by people snatching the country edition off the presses.

Yes, the rough draft of history.

Action

THINGS happened in those days. The James Commission report 

saw the sitting mayor and the chief constable of the Durban City 

Police go to jail. A former mayor, who was on holiday overseas, 

never did return.

Today? Er, apart from a national police commissioner, it's difficult 

to find anything today that compares.

Hand-painted

I'M touched to have received yet again a hand-painted Christmas 

card from Joyce Steadman, of Durban.

Not too many people send cards in these digitalised times, let 

alone sit down and paint them. Joyce, who is in her nineties, has 

been sending me a card every year.

This year's one, beautifully executed, has a man and a small boy 

sitting gazing out to sea. It's probably on the Wild Coast because 

the man seems to be wearing a Pondo blanket and is smoking a 

pipe, as the Pondos (men and women) love to do.

The small boy is probably not a Pondo as he has red hair. Joyce 

fully captures the repose and contentment of the sub-tropical and 

probably trans-ethnic scene.

Thank you, Joyce, and your good wishes are heartily reciprocated.

Jolt

IT WAS with something of a jolt that I discovered only the other 

day that Joyce Steadman is actually the mother of a fellow with 

whom I sometimes watch rugby.

It's not that he's one of these rugby barbarians. It's just that, much 

as I can't imagine Joyce quaffing pint after pint of ale, I can't 

imagine him hand-painting Christmas cards.

ANC?

ROB Nicolai, Howick's resident theoretical physicist, notes the 

nuptials of Juju the political hellraiser, and his sweetheart, Mantwa 

Matlala.

He wonders if they were married by ANC (ante nuptial contract, of 

course – don't be silly!) and speculates as to what they played at 

the wedding reception. Love My Tenders?

Tailpiece

A WIFE texts her husband at work 

on a cold winter's morning: "Windows 

frozen, won't open."

He texts back: "Gently pour some 

lukewarm water over it."

She texts back five minutes later:

"Computer now completely buggered."

Last word

Like its politicians and its wars, society has the teenagers it deserves. 

J B Priestley

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