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218 | denis beckett<br />
“I’ve never seen things this way before”.<br />
That was encouraging, mildly put. I sent him a fallacy, of<br />
course, though I’d already given copies to all three of his fulltime<br />
think-tankers. I heard no more, which did not surprise me.<br />
“Surprise” and “disappoint” are different things.<br />
Meantime white society was catharting itself into an orgy of<br />
anti-racism. chris the barber at albert Moller’s shop summed it<br />
up. “You know”, he said casually while his cut-throat tidied my<br />
neck, “I’ve never been a racist”.<br />
That was news. It was chris who’d wanted to stop stocking<br />
cigarettes because they brought blacks into the shop. But now<br />
nobody had ever been a racist. Better this way than the opposite,<br />
never mind the overswing, and backpatting.<br />
Frontline’s next step towards demise – a lot of journals have<br />
died with much bigger thuds, but none with more stages – was<br />
the closing of the office. By now it was only me and NomaV,<br />
again. We went to The Star, and for a while a rump Frontline<br />
appeared as a quarterly supplement to the Sunday Star.<br />
That that happened was terrific testimony to the capacity of<br />
business to have souls. I’d been unbelievably privileged all the<br />
way through this Frontline thing, 11 years exactly when it finally<br />
expired. The people who worked with it, round it, for it had<br />
been fantastic; not just the journos for whom it was a good<br />
place to be published, but the many others who’d helped it last<br />
a whole decade.<br />
Its death had no fanfare, no bugles. It did have a murderer.<br />
I’d killed it, like Pieter said. I’d been killing it since I shifted from<br />
enlivening to proselytising, and what a failed proselytisation,<br />
too.<br />
Still, at bottom the target had been met. Frontline’s raison<br />
d’etre was anti-apartheid. That fight was won. Too bad that it<br />
might have been better won; it was a good time to go.<br />
December 1990 the last Frontline appeared, a skinny little<br />
thing at 32 pages. Nice material, yes, but not lifting my skirt<br />
any longer. I didn’t even know, with Tony again displaced,