Richard Pithouse, SACSIS
[D]eath is
always close by, and what's important is not to know if you can avoid it, but
to know that you have done the most possible to realize your ideas.
- Frantz Fanon, 1961.
As a boy without a father of his own and living
as a ward of the Thembu Regent, Jongintaba Dalindyebo, at his Great Place at
Mqekezweni in the green hills of the Transkei, Rolihlahla Mandela heard stories
about people like Nongqawuse and Makana, people who had passed into the realm
of myth. When he washed the last of his childhood into the Mbashe River in 1934
he couldn’t have known that in life he too would pass into myth.
In 1942 returning to Mqekezweni from
Johannesburg to honour Dalindyebo’s passing he found his thoughts occupied by a
proverb: Ndivelimilambo enamagama — I have crossed famous rivers. By the time
he gave his speech from the dock in 1964 his name, and the bright strength of
the intersection of his courage and ideals, had crossed the oceans and entered
the grand stage of universal history.
In 1986, in the midst of the state of emergency,
Asimbonanga, Johnny Clegg’s exquisite song for Mandela, soared above the blood
and teargas on the streets yearning for the day when “We cross the burning
water”. Mandela, the song seemed to suggest, could take us across the burning
water.
Mandela, Mandela the man, did come back from
Robben Island. And while the sun didn’t rise red on the day of his return and
the dead didn’t arise to make the world whole, time seemed to stand still as he
returned to the embrace of a mass movement. There are critiques of how this
delicate moment was handled. Some are important, some are infused with little
but the cheap wisdom of hindsight and some are just empty bluster – the
radicalism of those for whom engagement does not move beyond the adoption of a
posture and the manipulation of words. Those who say that we should have chosen
war over negotiation tend to take no account of the balance of forces at the
time, locally and globally, nor the depth of the bitterness of war or how its
corrosion eats into its victors. War is certainly no guarantee of anything -
none of the anti-colonial wars fought in Africa led to democratic and just
societies.
When history is examined at close quarters its
messiness is painfully evident. But when it is examined over the longue durée,
the larger picture comes into focus. With this lens, the lens that can see
Makana, Nonqawuse and Mandela in one vista, it is clear that the wheel of
history did turn in 1994 and that Mandela did take us across the burning water.
But if an awareness of the historical weight of
this moment is not to become an ideology serving to legitimate on-going
injustice we need to be very clear that we did not undo many of the injustices
that honed Mandela’s anger in the 1950s, and which are elegantly laid out in
the recently republished No Easy Walk To Freedom. The old Bantustans remain
separate spaces, the mining industry continues to exploit, education remains
unequal, land has not been restored to the people and millions remain in
shacks. We are very far from the “revolutionary democracy… in which poverty,
want and insecurity shall be no more” that Mandela looked forward to in his
1964 speech from the dock. Nonetheless the passage from apartheid to democracy
has made us citizens of one polity and given us the freedom to set our own
course. It is up to us to seize this moment.
The African National Congress carried the hopes
of so many for so long. But it collapsed into a serious moral and political
crisis in exile. It was the great tide of popular hope, grounded in popular
action and the political strength of Cosatu and the United Democratic Front,
and drawn to the messianic aura around Mandela, that carried us into democracy
and illuminated its early days with a brilliant light. Today the ANC is corrupt
and brutal – its emancipatory energies have been squandered and when its
glorious moments and the grand heights of its political vision are recalled,
even in good faith, by the party’s leaders they invariably function to
legitimate the squalid reality of its degeneration rather than to catalyse
renewal.
In death it may, in time, be easier to affirm
Mandela, as he always wanted to be understood, as a man rather than a saint.
But as Mandela returns from myth and into history we should not, amidst the
humanizing details of his life as it was actually lived, or the morass into
which the ANC has sunk, forget the principles for which he stood. We should not
forget the bright strength of the Idea of Nelson Mandela.
Mandela was a revolutionary who was prepared to
fight and to risk prison or death for his ideals – rational and humane ideals.
In this age where empty posturing on Facebook or reciting banal clichés at NGO
workshops is counted as militancy, where rhetoric often floats free of any
serious attempts to organise or risk real confrontation, where the human is
seldom the measure of the political, we would do well to recall Mandela as a
man who brought principle and action together with resolute commitment.
Mandela was also a man whose ethical choices
transcended rather than mirrored those of his oppressors. Amidst the on-going
debasement of our political discourse into ever more crude posturing we would
do well to remember that no radicalism can be counted as adequate to its
situation if it allows that situation to constrain its vision and distort its
conception of the ethical.
Nelson Mandela has passed from this world but
the Idea of Nelson Mandela remains with us. It’s our world now and there are
many rivers to cross.
