Every Step of the Way: The Journey to Freedom in South Africa

HSRC Press, 2004 - 333 sider
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From precolonial times to the present, this look at South African history provides fascinating personal and historical details and raises provocative questions about the choices, mistakes, contradictions, and key themes in the development of South Africa's complex society. A broad sweep of history is detailed—from the distant past of the hunter-gatherer and African farmer societies to colonial exploration and conquest, slavery, enforced segregation, and the struggle for liberation—and enhanced by intriguing human interest narratives that includes excerpts from the memoirs of Jan van Riebeeck and the writings of Rich Mkondo, poems by Wally Serote, song lyrics by Johannes Kerkorrel and Jeremy Taylor, and statements and recollections by Nelson Mandela. Observations by 19th-century novelist Anthony Trollope, academic Mamphela Ramphela, Nobel Laureate Nadine Gordimer, veteran journalist Allister Sparks and celebrated South African photographer Benny Gool are also included.

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Side 174 - The time comes in the life of any nation when there remain only two choices — submit or fight. That time has now come to South Africa. We shall not submit and we have no choice but to hit back by all means in our power in defence of our people, our future, and our freedom.
Side 167 - We, the People of South Africa, declare for all our country and the world to know: That South Africa belongs to all who live in it, black and white...
Side 90 - It might be presumed that the native inhabitants of any land have an incontrovertible right to their own soil: a plain and sacred right, however, which seems not to have been understood. Europeans have entered their borders uninvited, and, when there, have not only acted as if they were undoubted lords of the soil, but have punished the natives as aggressors if they have evinced a disposition to live in their own country.
Side 275 - I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discov-ered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.
Side 122 - I contend that we are the first race in the world, and that the more of the world we inhabit, the better it is for the human race.
Side 170 - As a fellow member of the Commonwealth, it is our earnest desire to give South Africa our support and encouragement, but I hope you won't mind my saying frankly that there are some aspects of your policies which make it impossible for us to do this without being false to our own deep convictions about the political destinies of free men, to which in our own territories we are trying to give effect.
Side 37 - THE low sun whitens on the flying squalls, Against the cliffs the long grey surge is rolled Where Adamastor from his marble halls Threatens the sons of Lusus as of old. Faint on the glare uptowers the dauntless form, Into whose shade abysmal as we draw, Down on our decks, from far above the storm, Grin the stark ridges of his broken jaw. Across his back, unheeded, we have broken Whole forests: heedless of the blood we've spilled, In thunder still his prophecies are spoken, In silence, by the centuries,...
Side 212 - ... hooves, The ploughman drives, a slow somnambulist, And through the green his crimson furrow grooves. His heart, more deeply than he wounds the plain, Long by the rasping share of insult torn, Red clod, to which the war-cry once was rain And tribal spears the fatal sheaves of corn, Lies fallow now. But as the turf divides I see in the slow progress of his strides Over the toppled clods and falling flowers, The timeless, surly patience of the serf That moves the nearest to the naked earth And ploughs...
Side 312 - In the second place, however, history makes itself in such a way that the final result always arises from conflicts between many individual wills, of which each again has been made what it is by a host of particular conditions of life. Thus there are innumerable intersecting forces, an infinite series of parallelograms of forces which give rise to one resultant — the historical event.
Side 304 - I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed. A man who takes away another man's freedom is a prisoner of hatred; he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness. I am not truly free if I am taking away someone else's freedom, just as surely as I am not free when my freedom is taken from me. The oppressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity.

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\The Ministry of Education commissioned this work. Michael Morris has been a newspaper journalist for 24 years and is the special writer at the Cape Argus newspaper in Cape Town, South Africa.

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