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2 | denis beckett<br />
charismatic sports administrator. “riding high” didn’t capture<br />
it either. John was flying.<br />
We’d been estranged for five years, since he sacked me in a<br />
deal with the Minister of Police. The frost had thawed as time<br />
rolled by but a few chilly stalactites still speared the corners of<br />
our minds. Today was to be the peace meeting, the final melting<br />
of the spiky bits. John had been my hero before he did me dirt,<br />
and even in the time of wrath I’d been unable to suppress a<br />
certain stubborn respect.<br />
His approach to the Great South african Predicament was<br />
the real thing. He neither sat on the sidelines and screeched,<br />
nor did he enfold himself in the corporate environment and<br />
pay routine lip-service at dinner parties. He got stuck in with<br />
vigour, working himself into a position of power and using it to<br />
make things better. We could have more of that.<br />
We reflected upon pavement cafes. Why so few? Why did<br />
instinct tell us that this one, new and nice and busy, was not<br />
long for the world? We knew the answer, of course. The answer<br />
was apartheid. apartheid was always the answer. apartheid was<br />
the cause of every fault. apartheid was why the country was<br />
short of peace, stability, justice, harmony and wealth. Obviously,<br />
apartheid was why the city was short of pavement cafes.<br />
But what particular aspect of apartheid? We chewed it<br />
over. Latent guilt? Were white people secretly embarrassed to<br />
sit in comfort where the debarred blacks walked past, or was<br />
the shortage of immigrant restaurateurs caused by apartheidinduced<br />
insecurities? We chewed, but chewed desultorily. This<br />
was round umpty-X of the standard discourse, White Liberal<br />
angst. We’d both been stuck in that discourse since birth, or<br />
thereabouts. a sameness was creeping in.<br />
John broke off, saying, “There’s something I have to tell you.”<br />
Well, coincidence. There was something I had to tell him, too.<br />
But mine was loose around the edges, and anyway, he was in<br />
first. I assumed he wanted to offload his burdens about giving<br />
me the axe back in ‘77.