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Radical Middle | 79<br />
I looked for advertisers and I learned a thesaurus of synonyms<br />
for “No”. Was this to be a political publication, everybody wanted<br />
to know? Well, er, yes. I saw shutters drop, leaving a tiny crack<br />
at the edge: what politics? reform politics, was the answer to<br />
widen the crack. But it wasn’t an answer I could give. reform<br />
was going nowhere. reform was the huge wrangle about by<br />
which of the 5,000 available ways should blacks advance from<br />
non-citizen status to half-citizen status.<br />
I’d explain, so-o politely, so-o earnestly. We had to start<br />
with full-citizen status, or we just had endless sabotage and<br />
illegitimising until we got there; and to start there we had to<br />
bypass black-man-wins-means-white-man-loses. I explained<br />
until I was hoarse. all that sank in was: this treacherous person<br />
is against reform. I’d hear, “But, Mr Beckett, is this pro-black or<br />
pro-white?” I’d explain again, backward, from the door.<br />
The last week of November, Vol.1 No.1 was ready for the<br />
printers but with a single advertisement and that one phony,<br />
for my beloved vintage-lookalike Jaguar. I’d tried every known<br />
Opposition company.<br />
I hadn’t tried rembrandt, the liquor and tobacco empire.<br />
Stood to reason; they were Nat. But … three years back, the<br />
time of People’s college, rembrandt had come in on that.<br />
More, one of their guys came to visit. I’d walked him through<br />
works, through editorial, through our proud new troublemaker<br />
canteen with no european and Non-european signs or even<br />
subtle hedgerow room-dividers, and he hadn’t blanched at<br />
all. That time, I was selling education. This time, a polemical<br />
magazine directly critical of Nat policy. for this time I could<br />
only see a big No looming. But Panic Season had arrived. Pages<br />
1 – 39 were ready to go. I was proud of them (not least the page<br />
with a Nat defending the Nat case: Stoffel van der Merwe, later<br />
to be Minister of Nearly everything.) But page 40 was a glaring<br />
blank, and advertising income was the roundest figure - 0.<br />
On Saturday, December 1, our sixth wedding anniversary, I<br />
was to give Joe Podbrey the complete material. On the Thursday<br />
I gritted my teeth and paged through three-years-back’s diary.