Showing posts with label Eusebius McKaizer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eusebius McKaizer. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 February 2014

'The trouble with being female in politics:' A Roundtable Panel Discussion about Women and Politics in South Africa Today

Thursday, 13 February, 2014 - 17:30
Hosted by: Catherine Burns

'The trouble with being female in politics:' A Roundtable Panel Discussion about Women and Politics in South Africa Today

WiSER, 17:30 for 18:00-19:00
6th Floor Richard Ward Building, East Campus, University of the Witwatersrand
The title of this discussion is taken from a piece written by Rebecca Davis for the Daily Maverick.

From 17:30, please join us to mingle over refreshments; followed by 30 minutes of presentation and 30 minutes for audience discussion.

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Eusebius McKaiser Launches 'A Bantu In My Bathroom' at Rhodes on 3 May 2013


You are cordially invited to Eusebius McKaiser's launch for his book A Bantu In My Bathroom this Friday, 3 May 2013, at Eden Grove Blue, 14:00, Rhodes University. The book is a collection of essays about race, sexuality and other uncomfortable South African topics. A best-seller within a couple of weeks of publication, it has just been printed for the fourth time in six months.

Eusebius McKaiser, is a well-known political analyst who writes widely for local and international press. He is currently a columnist for The Star and Cape Times where his weekly column appears on Mondays. His work has appeared internationally in publications such as The New Republic, BBC, Focus on Africa and, also, The New York Times.

Eusebius studied law and philosophy at Rhodes University before spending time at Oxford as a Rhodes Scholar. He also lectures part-time in philosophy. And he is a radio talk show host, most recently with Talk Radio 702 and soon with a new radio station about to be launched.

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Not White Enough, Not Black Enough

by Eusebius McKaizer, New York Times

JOHANNESBURG – A few weeks ago, a British friend of mine served a sumptuous confession as a starter for dinner, “I only realized recently that you’re not actually black!” We had met several years back in the English midlands, where, judging by her remark, I had passed as black. But now that she has lived in South Africa for a few months, she is fluent in the local racial vocabulary: things are not quite black and white.

Let me explain. In South Africa I’m referred to as “colored,” a term that does not have the same derogatory denotation here as it does in the United States when it is hurled at black Americans. I am not black. I am of mixed racial heritage, as my parents are and their parents were.