Hope inspires the Rainbow Nation
This morning the old fire station at the top of Roeland Street, from where you can see the buildings of parliament, was open for a change. Firemen appeared to be busy and a huge truck had an ominous sign painted onto its side: ‘Major public incident’.
I was headed for breakfast with Cape Town’s most famous student protester who invited me to a watering hole called Truth Coffee Roasting in Buitenkant Street. This was an important day for Truth since the Speaker had announced a secret ballot in which parliamentarians would vote on a motion of no-confidence in President Zuma. As with Kgosana 57 years ago, ordinary people came streaming down Roeland Street carrying posters of all shapes and sizes. The messages were clear. Zuma must go. Zuma must fall. Other messages were more colourful.
Young journalists with cameras and notepads were everywhere. Overhead, the drone of a helicopter. Down sidestreets, you found weary-looking policemen and women who had clearly seen this show before. Police vans were parked in visible places for everyone to see. Roads were closed off at keypoints as more protesters amassed. Groups of young black DA protesters were everywhere, an unimaginable sight on the other side of our democracy. A lone white man carried his poster high in the air – parliament should vote his conscience. Everybody seemed to be moving now. The day of Truth had arrived.
Meanwhile, over a toasted cheese-and-tomato croissant, the famous Fallist asked me a stunningly clear and appropriate question: Where do we really differ? We do not actually. We are on the same page when it comes to the systemic nature of the crisis in student funding for higher education studies. This cannot be resolved by the goodwill of individuals or even the growing contribution of the private sector. The state needs to repair a weak and leaky funding regime for poor students. Where we differ is on strategy and tactics; I do not believe that you destroy on Friday what you need on Monday. And in this regard the Soweto Uprising of 1976 is a cautionary tale. A noble and necessary cause permanently dismantled the culture of teaching and learning in our majority schools to this day. One of President Mandela’s first projects was called ‘Restoring the culture of teaching and learning’ under the RDP (Reconstruction and Development Programme); it was impossible.
The higher education student protests, necessary as they are, could do exactly the same thing to the future of universities.
The real losers, once again, will be poor, black youth – not the middle classes who have the financial capacity to opt out of the public system for studies elsewhere, even abroad.
A great breakfast, an even better discussion and we left posing for photos on the now very busy street outside.
Last week I had posted a Facebook message predicting that the vote of no-confidence would fail; I could not see where the required 201 votes would come from. There are still too many party faithful dependent on the president for their positions. A new president, cabinet and government would render many of them instantly unemployable. The politics of the tummy, some call it. Open or secret voting, we are not there yet. But it came close – 177 for the motion, 198 against. Never before had so many ruling party politicians voted against their own president, about 30 of them.
Regardless, what was happening on the streets was a testimony to the growing strength of our democracy. Ordinary people came and expressed themselves against but also for the president.
People stood into the night to await the vote count. The events of the day seemed peaceful and there was no ‘major public incident’ as far as I know. The vote was announced. Some stayed to celebrate. The majority went home.
Yet that long day would end with typical whiplash for South Africans. From the disappointment of the parliamentary vote in Cape Town, over in London our star athlete Wayde van Niekerk reclaimed his World Championship title as the fastest man on the planet over 400m.
We continue to live in hope.