Friday, August 12, 2011

TOYI TOYI, TENDERPRENEURS AND CONQUEST


"When you see that in order to produce, you need permission from men who produce nothing; when you see that money is flowing to those who deal not in goods but in favours; when you see that men get rich more easily by graft than work and your laws no longer protect you against them but protect them against you, you may know that your society is doomed." Atlas Shrugged – Ayn Rand
I’m not normally a fan of Ayn Rand, but if one examines that statement in the context of life under the current government in SA, I’d say we’re all well and truly stuffed.
What, you ask, brought us to this lamentable state of affairs?  Things were going so well in the nineties.  Madiba was not only our president but a true statesman.  We were the flavour of the month.  Then we got an Africanist, and if things couldn’t get worse, he was booted out and replaced by a Populist.  The slide has been both precipitous and ferocious in its erosion of human rights, freedom of expression, abuse of power, economic common-sense and social cohesion.
As a society we are verging on becoming more, not less fragmented than we were before democracy. 
The rich, which now include the new Platinum Class tenderpreneurs and BEE beneficiaries, the First Class new Black Diamond bourgeoisie, and the Business Class former-kasi-now-suburban entrepreneur, are getting richer, but the poor are not only staying poor: they’re getting poorer. 
You can’t say ‘a better life for all’ when ‘all’ refers only to that apple-skin thin layer of society that so visibly flaunt their new bling in the face of the poor as they flash past in their brand spanking Range Rovers.
I recently found myself behind one of the new money moguls in a queue at an iMac store.  His pink and yellow shirt with purple detail on the cuffs had a double-layered collar, triple cuffs and enough buttons to send an S&M fetishist into orgasm.  
His shoes blinded you with the combined reflection from patent leather and tiny inset mirrors.  The 18 carat gold hardware around his neck was heavy enough to fund a small country’s GDP.  His man-bag had Louis Vuitton logos on so large you could see them from the other side of the mall, and if you still didn’t get the message, his LV belt-buckle screamed it even louder from a midriff that threatened to swallow it whole, but for the fact that the buckle was the size of a frizbee.
But the final straw was what was on his wrists.  Not content with the two-tone Rolex on his left wrist, he also sported a gold Breitling on his right wrist!  Two watches?  What, one for cattle-class-time and the other for his fashionably-late-time?
It was this new consumerism that made me think about cultures and conquest, not only here in Africa but thousands of years ago, in Europe.  It’s got almost nothing to do with race, and a lot to do with power.  As a jeweller once told me, ‘You know the Golden Rule?  He who has the gold, rules.’
What happened to Africa under the colonialists had little or nothing to do with race.  The Scramble for Africa had everything to do with conquest and resources.  The colonials behaved no differently from oppressors over centuries of history.
Under the Caliphates, the Muslims did the same to most of North Africa, Southern Europe and the Middle East.  Before them, the Romans did exactly the same to the Goths, Gauls, Britons and the Middle East. Before them, Alexander the Great did it to most of Europe, North Africa, the Middle East and bits of India. And before him, the Egyptians did it to the rest of the Middle East, and before them the Persians and Assyrians did it too.  (Remind me to avoid buying real estate in the Middle East...)
So please, let's forget about race.
And nothing's that black and white - if you'll excuse the pun.  Not everything the "oppressors" of history do is bad.
Take the Romans: mass crucifixions, gladiators, slavery, horrible abuses. But they also gave us: the most efficient road network ever built (you can still use Roman roads in parts of Europe), aqueducts, a well-regulated civil society, efficient schooling, water-plumbing, under-floor heating, and if you've been to Law School you still study Justinian's Institutes to this day: the Roman Law system.  And what about Virgil, Seneca and Ovid?  The Romans did more than any other global power to civilize Europe.
How things have changed.  To the Romans, the Goths were the most barbaric savages of the lot.  (Okay maybe the Picts (Scots) as well, but the Goths were on their northern border and therefore more of an imminent threat).  Nowadays, the Italians have become better known (I've got to be careful how I say this because I'm married to one) for their pursuit of la dolce vita than their ability to run a country, much less an empire.  Pasta, wine and curvy women are far more important to the average Italian male than efficient government.
It's the former Goths - those "barbarians" in the Bundesrepublik - whose work-ethic and organisational skills are keeping Europe afloat financially.
But I digress.  What has all this to do with South Africa?  Lots.
Empire builders leave a legacy.  Rome left predominantly usable stuff not because they were unbeatable militarily (which they were almost all of the time), but because once they had conquered a territory, they followed up conquest with governance - highly skilled bureaucrats and creators of infrastructure. 
They built roads, implemented Roman Law (and enforced it ruthlessly), created structure, kept peace - the famous "Pax Romana".  Their ability to govern created civil society in every territory they ruled.
The Nats weren’t Romans, but their system of oppression carried many similarities.  They even called their capital Pretoria, after the Praetorian Guard – bodyguards to Caesar.  But no matter what horrors the apartheid regime was guilty of - and there are plenty - the one thing you cannot accuse them of is inefficiency.  They were racists, but they were methodical, organised racists, who ran efficient bureaucracies and created efficient infrastructure.  That’s why they lasted so long, in the face of years of international sanctions and pressure.
While I celebrate the defeat of apartheid, I also deeply regret the current government's inability to take that particular leaf from the book of their former oppressors: ability to govern. 
Almost two decades into our fledgling democracy, they are doing more and more of the bad things the whiteys under apartheid did, and less and less of the good.
Particularly in terms of ability to govern, the ruling party is leaving chaos in its wake - infrastructure is collapsing and bureaucracy is now mired in corruption and inefficiency because of cadre deployment.  If they showed any inclination to replace cadres with people - I really don't care what colour - who are  capable of doing their jobs, there may be hope.  
But as things now stand, I'm afraid I have to agree with the acerbic Ms Rand.
It's this short sightedness that will cost us dearly in the long term. I don't see any real maturity in government - it's as if they still haven't graduated from struggle politics (all this "counter-revolutionary" “anti-imperialist" crap from the likes of ANCYL) to what it takes to run a country: boring stuff like good bureaucrats and efficient infrastructure-maintenance?. 
That's what builds empires. Not toyi-toyi and tenderpreneurs.


Friday, August 5, 2011

BEANCOUNTERS AND ARTISTS

There's an irritating ad on TV - I think it's Nedbank - that suggests that your investment is better off with them because they keep emotion and reason as far apart from each other as possible.

What unmitigated twaddle!  I'd trust this bunch less than I'd trust a donkey, and I'll tell you why:

The greatest scientists, philosophers, and dare I say, investment brokers, will tell you that their work is not a science.  It's a combination of having access to as many relevant facts as possible and acting logically in applying those facts, yes.

But it's ALSO, and often where the most noteworthy achievements happen, when you act on your gut.  Einstein had a dream.  Churchill got drunk.  And Coleridge - well yes he was a poet, I grant you, but we would never have had "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree..." if he hadn't been a regular imbiber of some pretty hallucinatory substances.

Not that I'm advocating that accountants, portfolio managers and financial advisers go out and toke on some weed (although their spouses might find them suddenly a lot more interesting), and not that I advocate getting high at all.  I don't do the stuff.

What I am trying to say is that life is not as black and white as the advert would have us think.  It's grey.  It's messy.  Intuition is an emotion.  And it functions in ways shrinks, brain surgeons and neurologists have been trying to understand for centuries - they still don't - and it still saves our butts in times of crisis in ways we will never consciously understand.  The last-minute cold-feet that saved you from marrying what would have been a wife from hell.  The hairs on the back of your neck that stopped you going in to business with someone who later turns out to be an unethical, dishonest cad.  The feeling (yes, I used the word) that stopped you from buying some shares the day before they tanked.

Read a book called "Steering by Starlight" by Martha Beck, and see how dreams affect reality.  All the time.  There are island communities that "dream" the fish to them.  And it works.

Wearing the blinkers of a logic-only world view will make you like a bipolar friend of a friend: he's impossibly rich, lonely, isolated, emotionless and unable to relate meaningfully to his spouse or children.  One part of his life is working.  The other parts that give meaning to that one part, are dysfunctional.

When we start to put our trust in purveyors of the "science" of life instead of in whole people who can flow between the science and the art of life, it's like asking Mr Bipolar to tell you how to repair your relationship with your family.  Ain't gonna happen.

The title of this blog comes from Hamlet (Act I Sc v), where the ghost of his father appears and asks Hamlet to avenge his death.  This is all too much for poor old Horatio.  Er ist total ausgeflippt, as they say in Munich.  He's been exposed to something outside his worldview and he's freaking out:

Horatio: "O day and night, this is wondrous strange!"

Hamlet?  He's chilled.  A ghost?  Cool.  Let's hear what it has to say:

Hamlet: "And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.  There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy..."

Hamlet is saying to Horatio that what you think you know is not what there is to know.  If something comes out of left field, don't freak out.  Suss it out.  Understand it, even though you may not agree with it.

Actuaries are really bright kids who hit varsities with a string of distinctions and then become responsible for making decisions that will impact billions of dollars, euros, etc.  So why are they so consistently wrong?  What's with the geniuses that they could not predict 2008?  That with the experience of 2008 they could not predict what's happening now, in 2011 - a recession, I believe, that will make 2008 look like a walk in the park and will probably be a lot closer to the 1931 Depression.  Hey, I'm not the expert - but then the experts seem to be missing it by a mile quite consistently nowdays.  I'm just acting on my gut.

God used a donkey (Numbers 22:28) when all else failed.  He did so because there was a deadline.  His message needed to be heard NOW, but everyone was too busy.  So He used a donkey.

I fear that in the case of bean-counters, financial advisers and their ilk, they may prove more of a challenge to Him than an ass.

Monday, August 1, 2011

SNOW and STUFF

Wow.  Now Juju wants to effect regime-change in Botswana.  Only months ago he was saying we cannot influence the affairs of another sovereign nation (Zimbabwe & Libya).  I guess that's only when you agree with them.  Hypocrisy?  Naah!

The real issue is Khama is offering the US a military base in sub-Saharan Africa.  Given what Juju has seen the US and Nato allies do to Brother Leader in Libya, the LAST thing Juju wants on our borders is a squadron of F22 Raptors and Cruise missiles.

Why?  Because, if he comes to power, he's going to do to SA exactly what Gadaffi did to Libya and Mugabe did to Zim.  (Which makes the prospect of a US base at Gaborone not such a bad idea.)

That's why Juju's elders need to tell him to shut up and sit down.  But they won't.  Sigh.  We need a new President.  Urgently.  Get thee to the polling booths, come 2012...

On to other matters.  Note to self: when filming in Lesotho in sub-zero temperatures, make sure you leave enough time for the camera to acclimatize when taking said camera out of blizzard and filming in warm interior.

Spent fifteen minutes frantically roasting camera in front of roaring log fire so lens wouldn't fog up ("Has your video thingy caught a cold, love?", said the plump mom from Manchester, sipping her gluhwein.).  Not great for the camera I know, but when you need to get the shot, you do tend to act a bit weird.
Opposite applies as well: the next day we moved from interior back to blizzard and I needed to use the long lens.  Fogged up the minute I took it out of its case.  Buried it in the snow for half an hour and it still didn't unfog in time.

So what did I do?  Intrepid camerman that I am, I slung the rig under one arm, caught the ski-lift up the slope with the other, and inserted myself between the uprights of one of the Giant Slalom gates, about half-way down the slope, just under a massive incline.  Skiers swore at me as they ripped past at about 100km/h, narrowly missing me and the gate.


Didn't make me the most popular person among the athletes, but the footage was terrific...

They don't know this, but seeing them do that at such close quarters gave me enormous respect for them.

You try coming down a slope at bone-breaking speeds, and clipping your turns to the minimum so your shins and arms hit those plastic gate-poles like a rifle-shot.  Yes, they have shin- and elbow-guards, but it's a bit like having a face-guard and being hit by Mike Tyson.  You're still going to feel it.

And yet you continue to hurl yourself at those gates all the way down...  That's a madness you have to admire.  Sheer aggro bullheadedness in the face of what to me seemed certain death.

And yet at the bottom, they're all humble and smiley and "yeah man I'm stoked - good run, I reckon."  Hats off to you, dudes.  Understated macho.  Bloomin' marvelous.


Promo for TV broadcast:

Broadcast times:
Premier Broadcast:         Mon 15 Aug        21h30, Supersport Channel 7

Repeat Broadcasts:     Tue 16 Aug          15h00, Supersport Channel 7
                                       Wed 17 Aug        11h00, Supersport Channel 5
                                       Thu 18 Aug          22h30, Supersport Channel 6
                                        Fri 19 Aug           06h20, Supersport Channel 7
                                        Tue 23 Aug          08h30, Supersport Channel 6
                                        Thu 25 Aug          15h00, Supersport Channel 7
                                        Fri 26 Aug            20h30, Supersport Channel 6