RaDical MiDDle - ColdType

134 | denis beckett
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lonely Podiums
Peace is my target. I declare my prejudice. Peace, I learned,
is not that obvious a prejudice and by no means a universal
target. “What about Justice!? restitution!? Protection!? Privilege!?
equality!?
for me, peace is paramount and if you take peace seriously
the rest comes naturally. Nail the fierce to the ratification of
the little men with sofas to pay off and children to educate and
mealies to grow, and you get peace whether you like it or not.
Nobody votes himself into war with his neighbour. If conflicts
are great, add more nails.
But peace created awful heat. I tried speaking peace, wherever
I could. I went to proselytise a Soweto discussion group called
community affairs forum – caf, a little unfortunate since “kaf”
is afrikaans for “nonsense” and one was continually reminded.
Madikolo Motumi, the director of the National Organisation of
Women, took the cake against strong competition. I was “just
the same as the aWB’s eugene Terre’Blanche”, as I wanted to