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38 | denis beckett<br />
leaders aimed at deterring violence by counteracting the causes<br />
of violence, which is to say: make the revolution unnecessary<br />
by getting the government to change policy.<br />
This was a sensitive arena at a sensitive time, and I guess my<br />
point didn’t always come across 100% the way I wanted it to.<br />
Try as I might, Percy faced flak from his pals, especially when I<br />
touched on recognising why whites were frightened. Now Vorster<br />
and Kruger attacked the weekend paper disproportionately, and<br />
particularly its recurring observation that violence wouldn’t<br />
end until the blacks and the whites were the same citizens of<br />
the same country.<br />
On a Sunday morning in September, Patrick Laurence of<br />
the Rand Daily Mail phoned early and suggested Gael and I<br />
meet him and his then-wife Vita, now in australia, at the trimpark<br />
in empire road. We sat under a fantastic spring sky while<br />
Patrick played a tape of a speech Jimmy Kruger had made in<br />
Bloemfontein the night before. It included a sustained attack<br />
on last week’s Weekend World leader. I’d been trying to get a<br />
message to the stone-throwers and the panga-wielders that<br />
while their anger etc was understandable, nonetheless they<br />
weren’t helping by spreading chaos. Kruger, fury dripping off the<br />
tape, quoted phrases while the audience screamed “Skande!”,<br />
“Vat Hulle!” (Shame! Get them!) and the like.<br />
In my belief Kruger was quoting worse than selectively. He<br />
was quoting backwards. He latched on to the understandableanger<br />
bits with which I’d tried to get entry into the mind of<br />
whatever putative klipgooier (stone-thrower) was reading the<br />
leaders of Weekend World, and he ignored the but-nonetheless<br />
bits. It came out sounding like I was calling for killing, looting,<br />
burning, rape, the lot. I hardly blamed his audience for howling<br />
for blood, but I got a hell of a fright that he could have read it<br />
that way.<br />
I smelled trouble, and trouble came closer. On September 13<br />
Percy burst into the Weekend’s Tuesday morning get-together,<br />
shaking, in tears, he could hardly speak. He got it out: “they’ve<br />
killed Steve.”