People speak comprehensible English here. Telephones work. There’s a black president, a largely black cabinet, black empowerment and a black economic elite which, even though they may show signs of moral confusion and fallibility, nevertheless symbolise a significant advance in the worldwide profile of the black world.
The South African actor, journalist and poet John Matshikiza who had spent more than half his life in political exile, writing on his return about his homeland. Matshikiza, also the son of Todd, died this week of a heart attack. Obituary in The Guardian.
[BTW, Loved his writing, but his film choices often baffled: "There's a Zulu on My Stoep"?!]
