<strong>From</strong> <strong>Malan</strong> to <strong>Mbeki</strong>General of the Presidency, General Jannie Roux. He was a short,pompous guy whose only claim to fame was that he had beenmentioned in a very unflattering way by Breyten Breytenbach, in a bookon his years in jail. He asked me: “Can I help you?” I replied: “ThePresident wants to see me.” He asked: “And who are you?” I was stillvery agitated, and now this man - who had heard me make a speech just10 minutes before - had the cheek to ask who I was! I rudely pushed himaside, almost snarling at him: “If you don’t know, you will f-----g neverknow.” I went up to the President and asked: “Do you want to see me,Mr President?” He put his hand on my shoulder and said: “Jan, this isthe best speech I have ever heard in all my years at a Congress. Butplease remember, I also have my problems.” I was speechless. P.W.was almost telling me, in so many words, that he agreed with what Ihad said!The story had a very funny ending. As I mentioned, I wasinvolved in the career of Zola Budd and at the Congress, Mrs ElizeBotha (P.W.’s wife) asked me to let her have Zola’s address inLondon, as she wanted to write her a letter of encouragement. I senther the address.On the day that I made the speech in Congress, Mrs Botha was notpresent, and did not know what had occurred. During lunch I wassitting with some journalists, and the whole dining room was abuzzwith discussions about what had happened that morning at theCongress. Mrs Botha was having lunch at a table near us and as shewas leaving, she came up to me. She thanked me for the address andasked me to convey her best wishes to Zola. When she approachedmy table, a deathly silence fell over the dining room. It must havelooked to everyone as if she approved of what I had said! Thatafternoon I flew back to Cape Town and Mrs Botha was on the sameflight. She turned around to me with a smile and said: “P.W. told meyou were very naughty this morning.”After that Congress, I slowly drifted away from the NP. I don’tthink it was a deliberate thing. I sold Neethlingshof, we moved tosuburban Stellenbosch, and I lost contact with my branch. Although Istill paid my annual membership fees, I never became involved in mynew branch’s activities, so it was actually easy when I had to breakwith the NP.16
CHAPTER 2Athletics and politics have always played an important role in mylife. It was through athletics that I became involved in Zola Budd'scareer as a long distance runner - and ultimately this involvement ledme to the point where I had to drastically change my own politicaloutlook.I first got to know Zola Budd when she came to Stellenbosch as ateenage athlete, to take part in “hour meets” at Coetzenburg. She wasthe biggest star in South African Track and Field athletics at the time,and the crowds flocked to the track to see her in action.She was only 15 at the time of her first visit. Her parents did notwant her to stay with the other athletes because of her age, so sheoften stayed with us at Neethlingshof. We often teased her for hermeagre eating habits. (Two peas and a bowl of ice cream seemed tobe her favourite.)Through those visits, I also became good friends with Zola’s coach,Pieter Labuschagne. He was a teacher at Zola’s school in Bloemfontein,Sentraal High School.At the time, it became known that her family had decided toaccept an offer from The Daily Mail newspaper in London, to helparrange for Zola to obtain a British passport, so as to enable her to runin England. Zola’s father, Frank, had English parents - and Zolatherefore qualified for an “ancestral” passport through him.South Africans were, at that stage, banned from internationalcompetition, and although some South Africans on both sides of thepolitical fence weren’t happy with Zola running for Britain, mostwere happy to see a talented local youngster shining on theinternational stage.17