A noble ANC led us to the Promised Land, but now it’s left us high and dry
The party has not only let itself down but lamentably the people who look to it for guidance and leadership
I’ve been thinking about the ANC a lot of late.
The leader of the society; the green black and gold, the mass movement, the broad church that gave us Mandela, Sisulu, Tambo, Kathrada, Duma Nokwe. I first heard of the ANC as a child growing up in a Pretoria township towards apartheid’s dying years. It was immortalised in song by “comrades” who wore cargo pants and clenched their fists at a passing Hippo (police Casspir).
It was the stuff of folklore, of brave men and women waging a seemingly hopeless struggle against a ruthless enemy. We were told in secret that the movement was in exile; its leaders were in jail for fighting for our freedom. I remember picturing exile as some exotic country somewhere in an African bushveld, where these mythical warriors were being trained to eventually storm SA and liberate us from the ruthless government of PW Botha...