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194 | denis beckett<br />
moral guilt and heightened Buthelezi’s award. Not that our plea<br />
was going to change, but I felt I’d been in a bubble through half<br />
the case. Which may explain how I had succumbed to edwin’s<br />
idea that I stay out of the witness box, letting the judge think<br />
“must be villainous, this one, can’t face cross-examination”<br />
But what was done was done. We appealed to the highest court,<br />
the appellate Division in Bloemfontein. It took an eternity to come<br />
up, during which Inkatha’s belligerent ways became daily news.<br />
On the plane to Bloem I read The Star and the Transvaler. Both<br />
editorialised on Inkatha. Both used the term “thugs”, “boewe”<br />
in Die Transvaler. It was as if the cosmos wished to reassure me.<br />
I’d been thumped because Stephen robinson employed the term<br />
shortly before it became a cliché. We couldn’t lose.<br />
Next day I sat in the beautiful 19th century mahogany of the<br />
appellate Division and watched us lose.<br />
We had the chief Justice, no less, with four appeal judges.<br />
They painstakingly dissected each word of the offending<br />
phrase: “The Zulu leader is not everybody’s cup of tea. He is<br />
nauseatingly pompous and his well-drilled impi regiments are<br />
among the most thuggish operators in South africa”. When I<br />
say “each word”, what I mean is: each word. The word “and”<br />
occupied several thousand rands worth of attention. Then we<br />
got to “his”. Did “his” mean that he drilled the regiments? That<br />
they answered to him? What of “regiments”? Didn’t “regiments”<br />
imply polished boots and brass buttons like Grenadier Guards?<br />
There were two good things about this ludicrous day. One<br />
was the courtroom. It was the first time I’d seen the inside<br />
of the appellate Division and I couldn’t help but bask in its<br />
venerability. The other: I was again inexpressibly relieved not to<br />
be a lawyer. I nearly had been, after all, and indeed technically<br />
I am. a yellowing document in an archive in Pretoria records<br />
that D.P.Beckett was admitted as an advocate of the Supreme<br />
court of South africa in May, 1974.<br />
Sensible people ask how I could forsake this golden profession<br />
for journalism, even lower on status than it is on lucre. The big<br />
answer is that I could look for truth where I thought I might