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 White South Africa had withdrawn into its laager and the dye was cast.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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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