In Europe and the US, things can get dramatically worse, but not forever. That would seem to be against nature, as if people were only dying and not being born. In South Africa, between 1994 (the year of the first multiracial elections) and 2005, I saw everything go pear-shaped for the poor. I met the changes in the street. A little off the busiest part of downtown Cape Town one day, in front of a luxury car dealership, a shirtless teenage boy was stumbling along the sidewalk. Someone had blinded him and dug out pieces of his flesh with what might have been an apple corer. The car salesmen laughed at my demands that they help, but I insisted, and they called an ambulance. I sat on the curb with him and held his hand, waiting, imagining the rest of his life.
There were many reasons the country had become so brutal, but I'm convinced that one of them was Mandela's inspiration itself. With the greatest zest, people took hold of the hope of compensating themselves with no very strict accounting. To judge from my students in and from the townships, that hope has been a greater burden than their hardships. My classes did not want to prepare for exams, did not want to stop shoving or taunting. They had fierce trouble in parting from the idea of always doing as they pleased — that would throw into doubt the "Mandela miracle" of self-determination that embodied for them everything good. Imagine a religion that takes the teenagers' side.
The most obvious way to combat idolatry is through fact. "Hard facts" and "hard copy" are wonderful terms in this connection. The idol claims solid substance, but only real things and real experiences have it. R. W. Johnson and Alec Russell are both respected journalists, so I was right to expect good writing from them. But I didn't expect books good enough to point me beyond journalism and cause me to speculate about new, more sympathetic and productive ways of thinking about Africa and the developing world.
Johnson's South Africa's Brave New World: The Beloved Country Since the End of Apartheid (Penguin) and Russell's After Mandela: The Battle for the Soul of South Africa (Hutchinson) each presents many years of deep research and conscientious analysis. Both accounts butcher sacred cows, as did Rian Malan's My Traitor's Heart in 1990 but few conspicuous publications since.
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