Nadine Gordimer
THE NEW YORK REVIEW OF BOOKS - January 20, 1983
The following essay is based on the James Lecture presented at the New York Institute for the Humanities on October 14, 1982.
I live at 6,000 feet in a society whirling, stamping, swaying with
the force of revolutionary change. The vision is heady; the image of the
demonic dance is accurate, not romantic: an image of actions springing
from emotion, knocking deliberation aside. The city is Johannesburg, the
country South Africa, and the time the last years of the colonial era
in Africa.
It’s inevitable that nineteenth-century colonialism should
finally come to its end there, because there it reached its ultimate
expression, open in the legalized land- and mineral-grabbing, open in
the labor exploitation of indigenous peoples, open in the
constitutionalized, institutionalized racism that was concealed by the
British under the pious notion of uplift, the French and Portuguese
under the sly notion of selective assimilation. An extraordinarily
obdurate crossbreed of Dutch, German, English, French in the South
African white settler population produced a bluntness that unveiled
everyone’s refined white racism: the flags of European civilization
dropped, and there it was, unashamedly, the ugliest creation of man, and
they baptized the thing in the Dutch Reformed Church, called it apartheid,
coining the ultimate term for every manifestation, over the ages, in
many countries, of race prejudice. Every country could see its
semblances there; and most peoples.
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