Mzansi and the art of political correctness
Political correctness has now acquired an even worse companion
For the purpose of a new book I have been commissioned to write, I have recently delved into the origins of the term "political correctness".
Instinctively, perhaps congenitally, I am incapable of being "politically correct". By this I mean subscribing to or authoring opinions which hew to orthodoxy, however at variance with the facts on the ground it might be.
But I was – until very recently – under the impression that the idea of being politically correct was a product of the cultural wars which ignited across American campuses in the 1970s and 1980s.
However, I discovered (as per Caitlin Gibson writing in the Washington Post in early 2016) that the term goes back to the 1930s and 1940s when members of the US Communist Party used it as a straightforward term to demand political orthodoxy. Back then it was a literal term, used by members in good standing, to advance "the party line" in a rigorous and doctrinaire fashion. It was probably necessary too: the monstrous global leader of Communism back then, Stalin, required rigid devotion to the Moscow edict, however bewilderingly it changed. First a pact with Hitler’s Germany and the division of Eastern Europe into "bloodlands" shared by the Nazis and Communists, and then, when the Wehrmacht invaded Mother Russia, a breathtaking lateral arabesque to name Hitler and fascism as the greatest evils in the world.
Of course, as Gibson notes, it has since those heady days been shaped into a "linguistic weapon" which has changed hands many times: "These days it is a catch-all for liberal cowardice or caution … it has been a literal term. An ironic joke. A snide insult. To some, the term has even represented a positive ideal, a righteous label worn proudly."
But if political correctness is now at least 80 years old, and outworn or perhaps suffering from intellectual dementia, it has acquired a much more recent, arguably even worse, companion.
"Virtue signalling" is in every sense the poor and modern relation of political correctness. Because, unlike the latter, these days you can signal your virtue by publicly expressing opinions intended to demonstrate your own moral correctness or good character. More than political correctness, much of this nonsense is coded by pointing out things that you dislike.
I know it’s not fashionable these days to spare kind thoughts for our ruling party.Especially as its Top 6 divides on ousting the Nkandla crooner and its secretary-general Ace Magashule faces (or does not, no one knows) arrest for, literally, along with his hack of a minerals minister Mosobenzi Zwane, milking a Free State diary and skimming the cream to the cats from Saxonwold – now in Dubai.However, how does our ruling party signal its virtue on human rights having so fundamentally trashed our commitments to "a better world" – to quote the sonorous politically correct strapline of the Department of International Relations?
It’s a tall order. Your government denies a visa to the Dalai Lama; it allows the butcher of Darfur aka Omar al-Bashir of Sudan to escape a warrant for his arrest according to a treaty this government signed; it is silent on the Syrian government using chemical weapons to kill its own citizens; since 2000 it green-lighted the top-down destruction of Zimbabwe by tyrant Robert Mugabe. It coddled other dictators and war criminals from Libya to the Democratic Republic of Congo. And the inglorious roll call goes on and on.
So you need some understanding here of a desperate need to signal virtue, notwithstanding that your moral compass was thrown away a long time ago, or was smashed on the rocks of sovereign expediency.
No matter, there is always Israel. A recent image of our newish sports minister, Thulas Nxesi, suggests he is no role model for muscular athleticism. But he is a gold medallist in virtue-signalling. Last week he piously announced that he would be boycotting the upcoming Davis Cup tennis match between his own SA team and the Israelis.
In response, Tennis South Africa noted that "the very nature of sport is meant to bring people together and not divide them". Amen to that, as they might say in the Holy Land.
But Nxesi, nothing if not a loyal party man, doubtless took his cue from his party resolution to downgrade embassy links with Israel.
Of course, our new big man, Cyril Ramaphosa, led the chorus of virtue signallers in his January 8 statement in which he backed with enthusiasm the motion to downgrade the Tel Aviv embassy to a "liaison office".
But in Ramaphosa’s case there are some puzzling elements.
Just over a year ago, when he commenced his difficult fight for the ANC presidency, City Press on its front page of January 15 2017 led with the headline: "ANC’s dirty war". The first exhibit offered was the wonderfully antisemitic quote of a Jacob Zuma insider: "The Zuma ally said there was concern that Ramaphosa would be a liability to the party because he was 'in the pocket of the Jews'." So perhaps now, after his impressive, agains-the-odds victory, he must virtue-signal that he has not been pocketed, just as his opponent was surely "captured", to use our voguish term of art for corruption pedlars.But the oddity is this: Ramaphosa was prepared to sit down and negotiate with the sworn enemies of his movement, arguably the oppressors of his people. He even, famously, went fly-fishing with the National Party chief negotiator.
He cemented a reputation as a reconciler and negotiator between extreme positions. But any lingering idea that SA’s model of negotiation is replicable anywhere else is now shot down in a flame of virtue-signalling.
Ramaphosa is now in "fix it" mode and he is lending his authority to finding solutions to the drought disaster gripping the Western Cape and soon, according to reports, to spread to the Eastern Cape. In any event in this water-scarce country, "day zero" is already a reality – for over two years – in places out of the headlines, but with real lives at stake, like Qwa Qwa in the Free State. Mr Magashule can take another bow here as well.
No matter: When the then Israeli ambassador Arthur Lenk in 2016 reached out to the SA government to offer its world-renowned water technology and desalination designs, he was spurned. The minister, Nomvula Mokonyane, who has bankrupted her department, instead signed a water co-operation agreement with Iran. This country has a poor – to put it diplomatically – record in sustainable or even effective water technologies. But it allowed the woman who delicately accused "whites of urinating on our democracy" (when MPs voted in the Zuma no confidence debate last year) to signal her apparent virtue. Has anyone, incidentally, sighted any Iranians assisting in mitigating our current drought crises?
But political correctness and virtue-signalling are hardly confined to government of South Africa. In December, 204 "virtuous" academics at our universities signed a declaration committing themselves not to accept invitations from Israeli universities and not to participate in any conferences and the like sponsored by Israel academia.
While no doubt enjoying the clear view from their chosen moral high ground, here is a poser: In May last year when I was (shockingly according to the virtue-signallers) lecturing at an Israeli university, some of the most stringent and articulate critics of Israel’s occupation were among the faculty.
One of the most critical academics there, who shares my view that Israel’s occupation of the West Bank is both wrong and self-defeating, was the former Israeli ambassador here and a good friend, Alon Liel.
Next month he will, as a member of an organisation called Save Israel, Stop the Occupation, deliver lectures in Johannesburg and Cape Town on the topic. A pity, then, that the virtue-signallers and the smug ranks of the local politically correct have signed an ordinance precluding their attendance.
And wondrous, too, that, in countries ranging from Syria to Sudan, Alon Liel would not be able to speak. He would be in jail, or worse.