Like most post-Polokwane comrades, I salute the genius and foresight that informs the new daily pledge for school children. If anything is going to create a binding social contract on the youth, it will be this, with its careful entrenchment of victimhood married to an elephantine selective memory about the past. Like most pledges this one has a certain puissance that comes — dare I say this out loud — from its similarity in form and function to a magic spell. Spells, as all you old Hogwartians know, have a strict internal form, need to be recited at specific times and invoke forces that do not usually occur in reality. So too with the Polokwane Pledge. Then we would make mock ears with our fingers and hop around like little frogs. Of course, this is quite a lot different from the Polokwane Pledge, which as far as we know contains no choreography.