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This opinion Piece was widely circulated through the Independent Newspapers Group and was published in the Daily News (08 Sept 2008), Cape Argus (11 Sept. 2008) and in other newspapers belonging to the group. It has since been republished over the past decade by universities, NGOs and in international media. The repeated requests to have it republished is based on the the articulation of the central tenets of Black Consciousness. It has current global appeal, especially in the face of relentless attacks on persons of colour in Europe, the UK and the USA and in other parts of the world. Donald Trumps shameless endorsement of the Far Right has created a climate in which such attacks are made with impunity, even by law enforcement agencies.

Forty one years ago, in 1977 the beast of Apartheid snuffed out the life of one of the greatest thinkers in the liberation pantheon of South Africa: Steve Bantu Biko. He was too much of a threat to the rotten core of the monster. He had to be eliminated so that his ideas would not germinate. How does one kill ideas? It was too late. In the nine years of his incredible activism, Biko removed the chains that bound our minds and gave us back our humanity in the face of an implacable and a menacing enemy. Biko’s philosophy made it clear to the masses that we would remain oppressed as long as we, the oppressed, allowed it to continue. To understand the era we must see it in the words of the then Minister of Police, Jimmy Kruger who told the Nationalist Party faithful at a congress in 1977 that “Biko’s death leaves me cold. Yes, I am sad that he is dead, but I would be sad too if I died.” This was met with peals of approving laughter from the delegates, much to the horror of the world. What was even more ominous is that in the “Whites only” election following Biko’s death, the same fascist Nationalist Party was returned to the lily white parliament with an even greater majority! The increased White majority endorsed the words of Kruger and what had been done to Biko! It sent out a powerful message to Black South Africa: in Biko’s own earlier words “Black man, you are on your own.”  White South Africa had withdrawn into its laager and the dye was cast.

Black Consciousness was a relatively simple yet a profound philosophy. It expounded that the liberation of the country began with the liberation of the self. Simply, it snatched back from the White racist system the right of persons of colour to define themselves and their own reality. If you remember, people of colour were called “non-whites”. In other words we were defined by what we were not, and not by what we were.  The positive was “White” and we were defined by this group as the “other”, its negative and despised opposite. Steve Biko said, “I refuse to have my humanity defined by a people and a system that is openly hostile to Black people”. Apartheid negated. Biko’s philosophy affirmed and that was where its power lay. It restored pride, dignity and integrity to all people of colour. He believed that Apartheid took hold of the Black man and emptied his brain of self identity and self worth. Essentially, it emasculated the Black man. Black Consciousness restored the dignity of people of colour. This may sound just a little simplistic but it must be seen in the context of the horror of the power of the Apartheid state. Together with open support from the West, Apartheid was in its ascendancy and reacted with extreme force to any perceived threat. While throwing up its hands in mock horror at the excesses of John Vorster, the then Prime Minister and Jimmy Kruger, Minister of Police, the West tut-tutting and clicking its cynical tongue in mock revulsion, said to the Apartheid government and to White South Africa: “Go on, we are behind you”. It also sent a powerful message to Black South Africa! We were on our own.

Sharpeville in 1960 and Soweto in 1976 demonstrated the extent to which terror could be applied. The ANC and PAC were banned already in 1960. Nelson Mandela and Robert Sobukwe were on Robben Island, with most of the leadership of the liberation movements either on the Island, banned, imprisoned elsewhere, or in exile. The lamp of

liberation burnt very low and was almost extinguished. It is only in recent years that credit is almost grudgingly given to the enormity of the role of the Black Consciousness Movement in the liberation of South Africa. Biko was the very catalyst of and embodiment of the new thinking. The wonder of it all was that most of this original thinking was developed and articulated when Biko was still in his 20s! To many of us he became South Africa’s Frantz Fanon. What was amazing about Biko was his warmth, humour and all embracing humanity. His closest friends were found in all the race groups. Donald Woods, Father Aelred Stubbs, Dr Rick Turner, Strini Moodley, Gees Abraham, Sam Moodley, Peter Jones and Asha Rambally were just some of those in the circle who knew him intimately. Biko had a way of reaching out to people with his genuine charisma and made each feel a unique human being. He was not just non-racist, he was openly anti-racist. He was like a magnet that drew everyone to him. To the youth of the late 1960s and the 1970s Biko represented a new hope and the spawning of a new philosophy with which to confront the fearsome might of the Apartheid state and its allies, across the globe: the liberation of the mind of the oppressed. Biko was on target. Liberate the mind and physical liberation will follow. The West, while slapping the wrist of the Apartheid rulers for the world to see, was in bed with the racists. Virtually every major Western government was benefiting from trade with South Africa or by other means. In a nutshell, the White West identified with White South Africa. Black South Africa was abandoned to its own resources. The colonials and their bed fellows ganged up on the same side. Even in the late 1980s Britain’s Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher and the US President, Ronald Regan branded SWAPO and the ANC as terrorist organizations and Nelson Mandela as a terrorist who should not be released from Robben Island! It was this same Thatcher who received Apartheid’s highest honor, recognizing her as a true friend of (White) South Africa. Britain had nailed its colours to the mast as had the USA. Now it was to be a fight to the finish. We prepared to use whatever means necessary in pursuit of that goal. A great part of the armor we bore was the mantle of Biko’s belief in the self.

In the face of such a formidable local enemy and its global allies, we defied the world and the route for this was through an unshakeable belief in ourselves and the righteousness of our beliefs. Once the liberation of the mind took place, it was relatively easy to relegate Apartheid to the sidelines and to concentrate on our real goal viz. physical liberation. The fear factor held little threat for us. If we had to die in pursuit of the liberation of South Africa, then that was the price we had to pay. Freedom was not going to come easy. This was the defining moment when Apartheid was defeated. From then on it was only a question of time to total liberation. The fascists held no fear for us, their terror was neutralised. Black Consciousness was a philosophy that appealed to the mass of young people and later to the adults. It was this fearlessness that led to the youth of Soweto, Gugulethu, Athlone, Bonthevuil, Langa, Nyanga, Umlazi, Kwa Mashu and Chatsworth to face the might of the Apartheid military and police.  Even primary school children joined the struggle. The fear factor was gone forever. It came as a tremendous release to us. The fears of our fathers’ generation melted into the mists. We were going to be our own liberators and we were prepared to pay the price. Apartheid was on the run, pursued by the liberators of the Biko generation. The rest is history.

I strongly advise many of our current leadership to read the writings of Biko, simply as a means of staying on the track of democracy and remembering where we came from and where we are headed to. His writings are as relevant today as they were in the 1960s and 1970s.

Post Script

While it is a goal still to be reached, a human solidarity that transcends race and class is far from our grasp. It is an ideal that was so eloquently expresses by Mahatma Gandhi, Marthin Luther King, Rabindranath Tagore, George Bernard Shaw and thinkers across time. It still remains elusive then, as it is now. The  power of White identity has manifested and entrenched itself forcefully into the consciousness of Europeans (of all ethnicities) and in world consciousness. The arrogant dismissal and trivilization of attempts to counter these deeply entrenched racist views is disturbing and points to an almost global racialisation and of ‘othering’. This has been the thinking that led to Nazism and the creation of Apartheid South Africa and now to the Apartheid state of Israel. It is also what fuels anit-refugee/immigrant sentiment and Islamophobia

The ‘turning of the other cheek’ mentality is way past it’s sell-by-date. Biko’s philosophy  made it explicit that the Black world needs to use the very rejection of its values and value systems to build a solidarity that grows into a solid wall of Black Consciousness to counter any and all negations. To this end, the Black world needs to fully understand its own profound histories that stretch over millinea to the beginnings of humanity itself. We need to be reminded repeatedly that humanity had its roots in Africa and that some of the greatest civilizing forces have African origins.

The central thrust of Biko’s thinking was that hostile power cannot be confronted from a position of weakness. It can only be confronted by an opposition of a counter consciousness. In other words that physical liberation can only come after the liberation of the mind.

P R Dullay is an author, cloumnist, environmental, social and political activist.  He writes in his private capacity. exilewriting@gmail.com

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  3. Danny Naicker says:

    The Messenger
    Stephen Bantu Biko

    My blackness – my cross
    to carry in this life
    forces of my oppression
    chained my soul
    from the day of my birth
    to the day of my death
    my life was nailed
    to this burdensome cross

    in their secluded parliaments
    the oppressor pronounced
    my blackness, a crime
    extolled the virtues
    of white supremacy
    condemned my black birth
    to inferiority

    Sacred men of the cloth
    proclaimed
    from their Calvinist pulpits
    white an emblem of purity
    my blackness
    a symbol of darkness

    decades of oppression
    inferior education
    stripped my soul’s dignity
    conditioned my mind, my thoughts
    a non-human I became
    my blackness, my tragedy
    god I cried in despair
    why me?
    why did I have to be born Black
    ashamed !
    had I become of my blackness

    from this desolate wilderness
    of oppression
    a wasteland of no hope
    I heard his voice
    powerful and strong
    he declared!!
    let no man take away your dignity
    forfeit your life, not your dignity
    black is beautiful
    be proud of your blackness
    be proud of your birth
    be proud of your heritage,
    and culture
    be proud of who you are
    every man is born equal
    to all peoples of this earth

    in all my barren life
    for the first time
    the fear thawed and evaporated
    I understood who ‘I am’
    I cast aside the cloak of inferiority
    held my head up high
    felt ten feet tall
    in the presence of this man
    a black knight in shining armour

    the messenger had come
    his message was simple
    yet so profound
    it exploded , echoed
    throughout this land
    touched the heart and soul
    of every black man
    a detractor had come
    denouncing the lies
    of the white man
    liberation!! He promised
    through our own hands

    the custodians of white supremacy
    feared the message
    spread in every black ghetto
    by this black man
    it kindled the spirit
    gave courage to every black man
    it brought hope of freedom,
    freedom for all Azania’s children

    The order came,
    high up from the hierarchy
    annihilate this threat to our civilisation
    and all who stand in its path
    he must be silenced they conspired
    he must be put to death
    how dare he question and challenge
    the status quo of the white ruling class,
    in absentia!
    they condemned him to death
    signed his death warrant with his blood
    they must act, at any cost,
    protect the privileges of the ruling class
    were they not, the guardians
    of white Christian western civilisation
    their superior god anointed custodians

    on a cold 12th September night
    in the year one thousand
    nine hundred and seventy seven
    on a lonely stretch of road
    his executioners waited patiently
    like hyenas they bided their time
    for their unsuspecting victim
    no conscience, devoid of remorse
    no love, no respect for human life
    hate and bigotry
    had consumed their souls

    they waylaid and abducted him,
    to their secret chamber of horrors
    in the dreadful silent dungeon
    they tortured him to death
    beat him with their fist
    kicked him with their jack boots
    showed him no humanity

    his tormentors watched unfeelingly
    as his precious breath
    the gift of life
    from his mother womb
    slowly ebbed from his broken body
    in agony, in despair, in anguish
    his life bled
    his blood flowed on the cold
    dirty concrete floor
    every drop of blood he shed
    was for the liberation of his people

    they killed and maimed his body
    they could not kill his spirit
    they could not kill his soul
    they could not kill his message
    nor his memory
    they could not kill
    the struggle for freedom
    ignited by his death

    in defiance
    Azania’s children rose
    saluted with clenched fist
    with flaming torches
    rocks and stones
    unafraid, fearlessly
    they confronted
    the Apartheid monster
    so many gave their lives
    in the name of freedom
    so many honoured
    comrade Stephen Bantu Biko

    Gonapragasen Kathan Naicker AKA Danny

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