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I've never done this before. Never before have I been tempted to wander into that scary and blurred territory between what's private and what's public. I've also never before written (publicly) about friends who sat on my hard, uncomfortable kitchen chairs eating my sommer-so food. But sometimes a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do. One recent Friday night I cooked for two very close friends -- I will call them the "unmarried couple" -- and a couple that we have recently kind of befriended. The second couple, a husband and wife, I will call the "married couple". We drank wine and G&Ts and laughed lots and within 10 minutes of the married couple's arrival -- they'd never been to our house before or met our other dinner quests -- we were swearing like troopers and admitting to each other that we piss ourselves at Leon Schuster and Casper de Vries. (The two English-speakers around the table did not feel the same compulsion to make this confession.) The unmarried couple has two small children. These kids are my children's closest friends. I love them almost like my own and I love their parents. These two kids are adopted. And they are black. And it's important that you know this because following on from a conversation about race and race-sensitivity and me once being reported to the press ombud for using the word "jinto" (meaning "slut" in Cape slang) the married woman said something like: "Is it a word for coolies or is it a Hotnot-thing?" In that same context and conversation she spoke about "Kaffirtjies". When looking at pictures of the unmarried couple's two kids, the married woman said something like: "Ag, don't you just want to kiss them?" When the married woman said "Kaffirtjies" nobody at the dinner table said anything. But moments later I said: "You cannot speak like that." I didn't shout this. I didn't even say it angrily. In retrospect I said it a bit sheepishly, actually. Lightly. Conversationally. As one does with the candles gently throwing shadows across the walls and bouncing light off wine glasses. To which she replied: "Ag, man, you must really get over this." To which I replied: "You remind me of a caller on Radio Sonder Grense who said to Allan Boesak: 'Ag, you people … Ag, you know man, I'm so sick and tired of you people telling my people that we must apologise. Now tell me, when are you people going to start apologising to us?'" I told this story using that thick Boere-accent that only Boere and stand-up comics can imitate. Everybody, including her husband, laughed. She simply said: "Exactly!" The rest of the evening followed in very much the same tone. She told us that they have a house in France. "A beautiful chateau right in the middle of France," she said. We were all a bit perplexed about why she raised the "chateau in France" until her husband said she likes telling everybody who doesn't know. We laughed. Francophiles obsessing about different breads and fresh vegetables in quaint markets are funny, generally. Then the subject changed and we spoke about how one of the supper guests had pretended she was deaf to escape having a conversation on a flight between Johannesburg and Cape Town. But the married woman had another point she wanted to make. "You know, I hate it when fat people sit next to me on a plane." She herself weighs the same as a large eggplant. Excuse me, I mean aubergine. "So I was flying back from our little place in France and I was very tired and was just getting comfortable in business class [!] when 'this mama' came and sat next to me. 'Aaa, no, I thought'," she said. And she flung out her thin arms to emphasise the point that the "mama" was FAT. The way she -- and other whites -- pronounce the word is not "mama" but "maama", maybe to put a bit of isiXhosa into the pronunciation. So now we all know that the mama was fat AND BLACK. Of course she must be black because fat white women aren't called mamas. Only black women are "mamas". Again, none of us said anything. What made it worse was that this thin, Botoxed white woman was talking about KwaZulu-Natal's former health minister, Peggy Nkonyeni, who happened to be on the same flight -- in business class. She was calling a provincial health minister a "mama". Not because she has given birth to children, but because she was black. I reckon using the term "mama" is, to her, like saying "Kaffirtjies": a term of endearment you use when talking about blacks whom you don't know or have any interest in, yet you somehow feel compelled to soften your prejudice. Diminutives or words such as "mama" are excellent tricks to hide the brutality of our fears and ignorance, I've always found. But the married woman was still talking: "I thought: noooo, not a mama, but then this mama looked at me and said: my child you look so tired and she held my [small, white -- my words] head against her [huge, black -- my words] breasts and I slept all night long from Paris all the way to Africa and it was the most wonderful sleep and the smell of her was so evocative," she said. By now everybody was squirming on the hard wood of my kitchen chairs. But again we said nothing. On all levels, the story is ridiculous. Would Peggy Nkonyeni hold some thin mlungu's head on her tits sitting in business class on an SAA transatlantic flight? I don't think so. Anyway, you can't hold somebody's head, or hand for that matter, across business class seats. Unless you're an orangutang with very long arms. So I'm writing this because this woman is friends with lots of my friends. And for many years she has frequently said and done things that are racist and have made people deeply uncomfortable, I'm told. If she was an ordinary, middle-class woman with a job such as a schoolteacher, or journalist, a farmer or cop and we knew that she was racist, that her world view was offensive and at times, downright toxic, we would not have invited her, or her silent, lovely husband into our kitchens. If these people were just your garden variety white-trash racists from Goodwood who call black people "Kaffirs", they would have been "social outcasts" among the lefty, white, intellectual, self-aware and self-important group of people we socialise with. But because they're rich, glamorous, kind to their own, and beautiful, who live in houses featured in magazines and can pronounce "Provence and chateau", people -- like me -- brush over this white racist toxicity. This woman has social currency and therefore the rest of us keep silent because that's the social contract among us whites, you see. We keep those Friday-evening kitchen conversations private. But it's wrong. It makes me lie awake at night. And fuck knows, I will no longer do it. Pearlie Joubert is a journalist for the Mail & Guardian TOPICS IN THIS ARTICLE
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Colin Mateme on September 27, 2009, 6:12 am
I also used to find myself in these situations but also, like you, decided NOT to keep quiet a few years ago. Things got unpleasant and we lost a few friends and some, I'm sure, are now only racist and patronising behind our backs. I just couldn't continue to pretend that it was OK as long as one didn't join in. The stunned silence that follows my arguments is not easy, but it is better than sitting and seething in silence!
JLB on September 27, 2009, 12:39 pm
SHAME ON YOU!
When one person shames another (which is what you are doing from a platform), it reflects on the integrity of that person self. Bullies usually acts that way, because they feel invincible. If a big strong man ridicules someone publicly, it is not the victim the spectators despise, but the loudmouth himself, (only, he doesn’t see it that way). This is only the 2nd time IN MY LIFE that I have encountered a journalist using their position to intimately put someone else down. Unbelievable! I don’t care what the original issue was. Shaming someone from a podium, is not doing your case any good. It only serves to draw attention to your profile, which it seems in your eyes to be “lefty, white, intellectual, self-aware and self-important” people who can demean the “garden variety white-trash racists”. You not only did not keep the conversation not private, you attacked another person verbally, (and it seems to me, with a lot of envy to boot.) Ten hoorays for Mail and Guardian to initiate this new dedicated section, which can serve such a positive and much needed purpose. In our country, we need to get out of our comfort zones in order to mend race relations. This means confronting the very people that you dislike the most, on whatever grounds, and reaching out in a way that can influence them positively. Be brutally honest, decide which group of people in this world you like the least, (whether it is obese people, taxi drivers, or whatever) and then make an effort to go and get to know them. THAT, because it will be awkward for YOU, will be nation building and non racist. Persons who use public megaphones to create bigger divides and pat themselves on the back for it, is an obstacle for true democracy. What, did you think change only applies to other people?
Panthera on September 27, 2009, 12:41 pm
LOVE this. Honesty forever. Let's be frank. Great.
Strasheim on September 28, 2009, 11:20 am
Pearlie, your guest is guilty of patronising black South Africans, more than racism. It is quite typical of white, liberal South Africans to behave in this way. The present political atmosphere and subsequent rah-rahing from the white sidelines has fostered a climate where it has become acceptable, and easier to pretend, than it is to reveal your true feelings of your fellow Saffers.
And I strongly suspect you're guilty of this too. But there's a strong metaphor in there. While white 'racism' is confined to kitchen table talk, black racism appears to be more sinister, legislated and quite acceptable, but mostly denied. Black racism comes through a window, rapes, pillages and calls you a 'white bitch' for having the temerity to be white and prosperous. It gives certian racial groups advantages over others, all under the guise of 'redressing the past'. It slaughters hundreds of farmers. It marginalises you and renders you politically impotent. It removes your dignity but yet you continue to deny that black racism is such a force to be reckoned with, or even alive in The New (unimproved) South Africa. It is the Great Denial. But let's carry on pretending whites have a large share of the racial blame, and charge our snooty dinner guests, shall we? It's the easy way out, and you come away a martyr. Jolly well done Pearlie!
Don Mac on September 28, 2009, 2:38 pm
NOW I AM REALLY SCARED - "It is quite typical of white, liberal South Africans to behave in this way"
Proudly_South African Proudly_South African on September 30, 2009, 3:19 pm
Proudly_South African. What are you so afraid of? What a silly comment. Try read my post and attempt to understand it. To wit: White patronising is relatively harmless; black racism is alive, powerful and occasionally reveals itself in extremely violent outbursts. Pearlie and her fellow South Africans need to understand that it is time to rid themselves of their breast-beating white guilt and see the 400lb gorilla in the room that is breathing down their neck. In this way, and ONLY in this way, will black South Africans be forced to confront their own hatred for the fellow man, and perhaps move on to true forgiveness.
Somehow I doubt it'll happen though. And that's why I moved in '96. Life's too short to hang around those bent on destroying me, and themselves along with me.
Don Mac on October 1, 2009, 3:36 am
Don Mac, you are so full of yourself, do you think years of oppression can be done away in a few years. You have to consider that there are deep rooted phsycological implications in these people and wishing them away is not going to happen. I have my own therories on people that leave the country they are cowards, themselves they don't want to deal with the mess they are responsible for. ALL of us are responsible for the past and running away is not gonna make things magically dissappear. We all have our own demonds to fight, I had to defy my grandmother when she called foriegners "amakwerekwere" but because she wasn't oppsed to learning something new she stopped doing it. Why is so difficult for you...
bongi Khumalo on October 1, 2009, 11:58 am
Don Mac. Good riddance... Enjoy yur refugee status in Canada
Kubo Maqabane on October 1, 2009, 12:52 pm
@Panthera & Don Mac, why the rhetoric defensiveness and judgemental personal attack on someone you probably dont know. Why dont you present a counter-argument if you do not agree. That is the norm. To make a counter-argument you must present that argument for interrogation. Now are you able to do so? The nonsense that you have presented warrants no reply so please reread the article and dig deep for a useful, open and honest reply.
Kitty Kat on October 1, 2009, 2:06 pm
The area Pearlie Joubert refers to as "that scary and blurred territory between what's private and what's public" is exactly that: scary and blurred. And it is so because it hurts and because it is intrinsically unfair if not unethical. The participants perhaps could have been better disguised so that their friends did not so easily identify them. What we do know is that the writer failed to confront the person at her table and, hating herself for not doing so, wrote out her anger in a column, published for all to see. Are the questions the writer raises about remaining silent in the face of perceived bigotry invalid? No. Is this how we should tackle the perceived differences of people with whom we break bread around a table? No. And that is why this is scary and blurred territory, and why this column is a reminder of just how scared we should be by the lines we so easily blur.
Donald Paul on October 2, 2009, 12:21 pm
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