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20 | denis beckett<br />
and didn’t exist for long after I left. The theory was that the<br />
research department would alert the advertising industry<br />
to the existence of a large and growing black market. Often,<br />
this was a ball. Sometimes it was sickening, when groups of<br />
unsuspecting blacks were gathered in front of one-way mirrors<br />
to discuss what colour toothpaste they preferred and how<br />
they felt on skin-lighteners and hair-straighteners. earnest<br />
housewives would put on their best make-up and best english<br />
to nervously sip tea and proffer words of wisdom while unseen<br />
marketing executives quaffed whisky and guffawed at their<br />
mispronunciations and their accents. Many times I wanted to<br />
tell my clients they were odious arseholes. a few times, I did.<br />
Nonetheless, this demeaning procedure did introduce a long<br />
lasting line of thought: Hey, these people aren’t that different.<br />
I had come to World from Whiteland, which saw “the blacks”<br />
as a common entity, underlain by a common view and common<br />
attitude. Not least, I assumed, “the blacks” was a political<br />
entity, burning with suppressed rage. Guiltily eavesdropping<br />
on World’s panel discussions, the overwhelming impact was:<br />
No, wrong, their thinking is quite as variegated as ours, and<br />
quite as mundane.<br />
That message came up a lot. With it came a denting of the<br />
certainty that my gang knows best. That had been self-evident:<br />
we have the nicest houses, the most degrees, the classiest jobs<br />
and we’re, you know, anglo-Saxon. What is more we were the<br />
jam in the sandwich. The Boers and the Bantu were miles from<br />
each other but we in the middle understood them both. Who<br />
else could possibly know best?<br />
Well, yeah, I owe World, it helped me out. One evening we’re<br />
at dinner, among lawyers. When the host asks what I’m up to<br />
I tell him we have a project about black people who buy cars,<br />
we’ve been doing counts. I say that this very morning I was<br />
rigging up a survey in Soweto, way before rush-hour; why, we<br />
got started at four o’clock. “Oh really”, he said, interested, “do<br />
they open the gates as early as that?”<br />
This was a fine sign of our times. If you asked this guy, “are