The passing of a unexceptional, very ordinary man has plummeted the nation into a hysterical orgy of sanctimony, mawkishness and every manifestation of cheap and superficial sentiment. Every outlet and propagandist tool has laid siege to work the frenzy into a new world religion.
Each and every South African knows the man very intimately, how this is possible – I just can’t know – he might well be omnipresent; perhaps he lives supernaturally in the hearts of the devoted.
A Muslim cleric declared on SABC with absolute certainty that Mandela’s soul currently resided in heaven. Now, I wish to make no judgment whatsoever on the current location of Mandela’s soul, but if indeed the cleric is privy to this knowledge and is correct – knowledge that seems to bypass most mammals – the Koran and all its doctrines is unmistakably false. Mandela made no claim to be a Muslim, not ever.
A Long Walk to Freedom is the latest of big budget movies - adding to the nausea of Invictus to summon a protracted binge and a fresh intake of compliant and robotic converts. Even Winnie Mandela has by the magic of proxy assumed some measure of the adulation. Winnie has come to learn that the surname of Mandela guarantees impunity for all known offenses – found guilty in a court of law for kidnapping, accessory to assault, 43 counts of fraud and 25 of theft, ‘morally and politically accountable for gross human rights violations’ as cited by The Truth and Reconciliation Commission – but Winnie has never seen the inside of prison cell . As part of the TRC hearings she was investigated for murder, but according to Wikipedia:
The hearings were later adjourned amid claims that witnesses were being intimidated on Winnie Mandela’s orders.
Winnie loudly endorsed the ‘necklace’ as a suitable means to dispose of informers – the victim fitted with a tyre round the neck, doused with petrol and lit. At least 1000 blacks were treated to this barbarism:
Many of these were elected black town councilors and mayors, but that isn’t acknowledged in this movie, which claims that blacks had no rights, no votes and no elected representatives.
The movie makes several pleadings to selective amnesia:
– omitted is the Shell House massacre of 1994 whereby 19 IFP protestors were gunned down on the orders of Nelson Mandela
- omitted bombings:
-Church Street West, Pretoria, on the 20 May 1983
-Amanzimtoti Shopping complex KZN, 23 December 1985
-Krugersdorp Magistrate’s Court, 17 March 1988
-Durban Pick ‘n Pay shopping complex, 1 September 1986
-Pretoria Sterland movie complex 16 April 1988
-Johannesburg Magistrate’s Court, 20 May 1987
-Roodepoort Standard Bank 3 June, 1988
- omitted is the conditional offer of release if he renounced violence
– omitted are the strong ties to Communist Russia, Cuba and the significance of the Cold War
– omitted is Mandela’s constant warmth and extended best wishes to despots
– the ANC receiving more than 10 million dollars from Gaddafi during his tenure
– a stern silence during Robert Mugabe’s crime spree and destruction of an entire country
– a 21 gun salute and awarding of Cape of Good Hope (SA’s highest honor) to President Suharto of Indonesia
– omitted is the uncomfortable fact that his presidency was in all respects a failure: the marked devaluation of the Rand, 25 thousand murders a year, obscene spending on military hardware and weaponry to defend the country against fairies, goblins, spirits or Harry Potter, dramatic increases in rape and child abuse, a doubling of the national debt, the release of hardened criminals from prison in celebration of birthdays.
Mandela must surely be the only man in our known history to be unjustly imprisoned. Indeed, there are some lesser mortals in this world who actually haven’t ordered the slaying of woman and children, but who are they? But we best keep these thoughts to ourselves – to utter such blasphemies aloud shall be met with persecution and social exclusion.
With the populace currently intoxicated by romanticism and the quixotic – firmly fixed to the figure of Mandela- the nation is due a abrupt and sobering return to reality.
The reality of gross economic disparity, rampant corruption, nepotism and violent crime cannot be wiped away by a mass surrender to sappy and weepy fairy tales, and soon South Africa will have to come to terms with what Mandela and his successors have left.
The booing of Zuma at the memorial was a unexpected and wonderful development that has left me feeling briefly hopeful, however if what we have to look forward to is rulers like Malema, such hopes are quickly dashed. There are truly great men and woman among us, but nobody really cares to know who they are. Also we need not participate in prolonged and prostrated spectacles of worship to acknowledge and honor them.
Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Geert Wilders are such greats – easily towering above fictional heroes such as Mandela, in their resistance to Islamic fascism. Christopher Hitchens is another largely unrecognized great – a lone figure in his field as writer, journalist and social commentator; against the grain of every populist presupposition – it was Hitchens alone who ventured to touch such sacred subjects as Mother Teresa, Henry Kissinger and Bill Clinton – and with strident wit and intellectual bravery.
There was no fraud or hypocrisy that could pass the nose of Hitchens. Skepticism in such short supply – so under-rated – so direly lacking in the present culture of blind faith.