Hell No, Allan Boesak says to UDF40 invite


Hell No, Allan Boesak says to UDF40 invite

Former UDF frontman ALLAN BOESAK declined an invitation from former secretary-general Popo Molefe to attend the UDF’s 40th anniversary celebration on August 20. In a searing critique of the ANC, he says: ‘I do not believe that the spirit of the UDF will find a home in the ANC as it is today.'

  • 11 August 2023
  • News & Politics
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ALLAN Boesak was a key leader in the formation of the United Democratic Front. He famously delivered the keynote speech at the UDF's launch in the Rocklands Community Hall in Mitchells Plain on August 20, 1983, with representatives of more than 500 religious, labour and community organisations attending.

He was foremost among those who turned the UDF strategy into one of People's Power. It can be argued that this played a more important role in forcing the apartheid government to the negotiations table than Umkhonto we Sizwe.

In his letter to Molefe, Boesak remembers the ANC describing the UDF as its “internal wing" when it disbanded the organisation; a false claim, he says: “I find that repetition of the old National Party propaganda trope unspeakably cynical, for what does it make you when you are the one who killed your own child?"

Molefe invited Boesak on behalf of the Defend our Democracy Campaign, a movement of mostly former ANC and UDF activists, such as Molefe, Frank Chikane, Cheryl Carolus, Murphy Morobe and Fazel Randera. Boesak's message is that they sometimes criticise the ANC, but have not turned their backs on the party. — Max du Preez

Here is Boesak's letter to Molefe (slightly abbreviated):

My dear Brother Popo,

Across the country, there is virtually no disagreement on what South Africans are facing right now as a result of governmental mismanagement over 30 years, that something needs to be done urgently, and that our people need to be united and inspired toward action. However, I have been confirmed in my instinctive hesitation about the group you represent. That is the group you yourself have identified as the so-called “Defend our Democracy” group. In theory, I find little fault with your analysis of our situation. It is indeed as dire as you describe it in that very well-written document. So the problem is not so much the “what”, or the “how?” It is the “who”.

Like just about everyone else, I have been deeply concerned about the open factionalism in the ANC, the divisionism it causes, and the toxic effect of it on our politics. This is one of the reasons why I, over the last two years or so, have consistently declined every invitation from that group to speak at their public meetings. I did not want to be associated with any faction in the ANC — not then, and not now.

I declined those invitations also because I found that while Defend our Democracy was very vocal in their condemnation of former President Jacob Zuma, and rightly so, they were curiously quiet when President Cyril Ramaphosa’s questionable actions began to surface. I was already disturbed when Mr Ramaphosa blandly began to speak of “nine wasted years” under Zuma when, in fact, he was right there, as deputy president, and as chair of the deployment committee, to say nothing of his role vis-à-vis oversight of the state enterprises.

That refusal to take any responsibility at all, while the ANC is so obsessed with “collective decision making” when it suits them, is a political Pontius Pilate washing-of-the-hands attitude that has now become disastrously ingrained in the ANC. It is a prime example of the pseudo-innocence I talked about already in 1976: the feigning of ignorance while reaping the benefits of abusive power and systemic injustice. It is the fig leaf for political chicanery and moral recklessness that is the open door to the impunity that has destroyed our people’s trust in our democratic institutions, from parliament to the courts. No wonder his was a “dawn” where the sun never rose.

Yet through all this, in scandal after scandal, Defend our Democracy did not say a word. Certainly no word that the South African public could hear, that could clear away the fog. Not even with — for the country — deeply humiliating allegations of the hidden monies surfacing, and with the Ngcobo Commission stating clearly that the president has a case to answer. With that scandalous vote in parliament I still did not hear a word, saw no call for accountability or responsibility, certainly no call for public protest action. Was our democracy not then, as it is still now, under severe attack? Those who tried to do their constitutional duty were either publicly debased, intimidated, or suspended. Still, not a word. There are few things so detrimental to the health of a democracy as selective indignation.

Anti-apartheid activist Allan Boesak and New UDF president Mogamad Ismael during the United Democratic Front (UDF) official reveal of the Provincial Heritage Site plaque at the Rocklands Community Hall on August 20 2019 in Mitchells Plain.
Anti-apartheid activist Allan Boesak and New UDF president Mogamad Ismael during the United Democratic Front (UDF) official reveal of the Provincial Heritage Site plaque at the Rocklands Community Hall on August 20 2019 in Mitchells Plain.

It is no wonder, though incredibly disheartening, that there is such regular talk about the “Thuma Mina Faction” and the “Umshini Wami Faction”. And these are, I hear, not the only factions. It looks to me that you were not so much defending our democracy as defending Cyril. That is not about principle. It is about personal political and economic gain. In fact, sometimes I was severely criticised by those in your circle because I was so publicly critical of the ANC government. I have not heard any one of you say what every conscientious South African knows is so absolutely necessary. Not just that Cyril Ramaphosa has to go, but that the ANC as a whole is enveloped by a culture that has put it beyond redemption; that in fact, the whole system chosen for our people in your secret talks with the old apartheid white capitalist class is rotten to the core. Like apartheid, it cannot be reformed, it has to be irrevocably eradicated. I said this in 1983. It is even more true today.

But also, my Brother, as I look through the names you mention and names I know in this faction, I recognise those who, when the ANC with such unseemly haste decided to demolish the UDF, were singing loudest in that choir. I remember who they sent to me to convince me of the political rightness of that decision, how I refused, until they sent Madiba, under whose weight I eventually crumbled — a moment I still deeply regret. But they supported that position, because it would prove to be so rewarding. It is only a few weeks ago that I heard, for the first time after all these years, that the funeral of the UDF in Mitchells Plain was followed by a celebration party in the old Carlton Hotel. How fitting, and how ineffably sad. So I have to ask myself, are these the same people who are now calling for the revival of the UDF?

Moreover, in these decades of ANC rule, many of those persons have taken governmental responsibility at one level or another, made decisions about policy to the detriment of the vast majority of our people. They have gained position, privileges and riches beyond imagination over these last 30 years, including those nine dark years. The darkness did not matter, as long as the bank accounts were swelling. Many of us came to the conclusion that these were efforts not to defend our democracy, but their faction’s version of the ANC instead, and to protect the president, from whose favour so many blessings flow, in the process shamelessly exploiting, and betraying, the trust of the people, spitting upon their sacrifices.

Now, however, it seems that the game is up. The ANC can no longer hide the fact that it is a factionalised, paralysed party, mesmerised by greed and hypnotised by its own delusions, chief of which is the myth that it can “correct itself”. But, as the Bible says, “your sins will find you out”. As the 2024 elections draw near, the ANC has not only run out of ideas, or courage, or vision. It has outrun its nobility, in the process leaving the people behind, as in the picture drawn by the prophet Isaiah, almost 3,000 years ago: “We grope like the blind along a wall … we stumble at noon as in the twilight…” All because “justice is far from us”.

For there was a time in South Africa 40 years ago when faith communities and educational institutions, universities and high schools, lecturers and students, workers and the unemployed, people from all walks of life, across the artificial barriers of skin colour, race, class, culture, religion and language, came together. We saw the world of apartheid through the eyes of those who suffered, and we rose up in resistance. Our protest was relentless and purposeful, and not in any way, as Adam Small cautioned us, a form of begging.

We faced teargas, and dogs, and guns. We were imprisoned, beaten, and tortured. We lived lives of self-sacrifice. We lived in selfless, revolutionary reciprocity. We felt the pain of our people, and we shared their dreams of freedom. Through their eyes, we saw visions of justice and equity. We knew, absolutely, that we were not a people meant for oppression, and tyranny, and destruction. You know this; you were there. That was the spirit of the UDF. Our non-racialism was not a slogan; it was real, experiential, a living, guiding principle for our every action. That is what African American scholar/activist WEB Du Bois called “the politics of honesty, decency, integrity, courage, and virtue”.

But that was before the days of euphoria and illusion. Before we told ourselves that a negotiated settlement signified the coming of the reign of God. Before we decided that honouring our people’s sacrifices was too much of a hindrance to the profitable deals made with the old white, apartheid, capitalist class. Before we were so mesmerised by the wizardry of Mammon and the intoxications of power that we forgot the subversive memories of struggle. That was before we began to use parliamentary privilege to disguise our crimes, turning the people’s House into a refuge for scoundrels. Before we left the battlefields of justice to hide ourselves in the draughty caves of kleptocracy, self-aggrandisement and instant gratification.

It is no wonder that we ended up where we are today, as a country and as a people. We are a people severely diminished by politics without principles, leadership without vision, policies without commitment, and hence by failure after failure. We are drowning in corruption, and lies, and cover-ups. We are plagued by deceit and confounded by subterfuge. Our disastrous choices for neo-liberal capitalist economic policies have deepened the generational impoverishment of our people while creating new millionaires every second week it seems, by some crooked scheme or another, making us the most unequal society in the world today.

In 1985, in those state-of-emergency days, I made a poster of the words of African Church father Augustine. “A government that does not know justice is no more than a gang of robbers.” That was as true in the 5th century as it was in the 20th. It is as true now, in the 21st, under Cyril Ramaphosa and the ANC. We are indeed ruled by a gang of robbers.

So now, some in the ANC realise the enormity of that mistake, for that is the “spirit of the UDF” you are now all looking for. That, however, is the very spirit you have tried to banish, 32 years ago. That is why there are some now regurgitating (in my presence!) the false claim that the UDF was, in actual fact, the “internal wing” of the ANC, its own child, so to speak. I find that repetition of the old National Party propaganda trope unspeakably cynical, for what does it make you when you are the one who killed your own child? And can people who never speak of miracles, but rather of “the balance of forces” and their own cleverness, now claim to believe in something miraculous like a resurrection?

But even more importantly, a spirit has to find a home. I do not believe that the spirit of the UDF will find a home in the ANC as it is today. That spirit is indeed desperately needed, but it has to find a home within the people, like in 1983, from all walks of life, across the boundaries of race, pigmentation, religion, language and culture, and like in 1983, outside of institutionalised politics. Not connected to a factionalised, self-centred, vote-seeking but not people-serving political organisation that since its return has been smothering every possibility for a just, equitable, inclusive, truly non-racial, democratic society, when it reintroduced those despised apartheid racial categories that we had so marvellously overcome in the Black Consciousness Movement and in the UDF. Even to this day, with its new Employment Equity Amendment Act. Despite the clumsy gymnastics, so-called coloured people know exactly what that means. They have experienced it from the first mention of affirmative action, from denying and erasing their role in the struggle to pretending that they abandoned the ANC as soon as 1994 dawned. But they were at the heart and soul of the UDF and they don’t forget. Our people on the Cape Flats and in the far platteland may not be powerful and many are not highly educated, but they are not stupid.

As you can imagine, everywhere I go these days there are people reminding me of my speech at the launch. You’ve seen the clips going around, I’m sure. So I went back to remind myself of some of my words. Please indulge me if I repeat them here, for you and me both, since for me, they have remained a kind of pledge. 

“This country is our country, and its future is not safe in the hands of people — white or black — who despise democracy and trample on the rights of the people. Its future is not safe in the hands of people — white or black — who depend upon economic exploitation and human degradation to build their empires. Its future is not safe in the hands of people — white or black — who need the flimsy and deceitful cloak of ethnic superiority to cover the nakedness of their racism. Its future is not safe in the hands of people — white or black — who seek to secure their unjustly acquired positions by violent repression of the weak, the exploited and the needy. Its future is not safe in the hands of people — white or black — who put their faith simply in the madness of growing militarism. So for the sake of our country and our children, whether you be white or black, resist those people, whether they be white or black.” 

That’s exactly where we are today, and that is what I am still trying to do, as faithfully as I can.

As far as I could determine, you have not been able to convince the people as a whole that your agenda is anything but an effort to give life, credibility, and authenticity to the ANC, floundering in the stormy seas of its own hubris. At this point, we are perhaps not yet able to create the kind of society we were fighting for, but we certainly are at the point where we can try to stop the damage being done to our dreams of democracy. The carnage has to stop, and this is what we are fighting for. I cherish the memory of the UDF, and I would love to see its spirit rekindled and reinvited to invigorate our people, to see our country experience real, lasting, and durable transformation, but then it must be real. A traumatised people can only take so much.

Our people are starving for justice, hungering for the fulfilment of all those promises made, thirsting for hope they are almost completely deprived of, longing for a sign that all is not lost. So no doubt, many will be there on August 20, desperately hoping that this time it will be real, that this time they will not be lied to. I will not be in that number, I’m afraid. For me, the memory of the UDF the amazing work it had done, the courage and power of the people’s convictions and faith, their self-sacrificial love for our country lived out on those streets of deadly confrontation day after day and not betrayed even in the darkest hours of their pain is too precious. If democracy is no more than the people lining up to vote every five years so that crooked politicians can line their pockets for the next five years, what kind of democracy is that?

Our people cannot be at home in an organisation that we loved and entrusted our power to, and that now leaves us at the ballot box, wondering why we have to choose between the lesser of multiple evils, instead of securing and consolidating our freedom. I say this because, at this moment, I have very little faith in other political parties as an alternative. Meanwhile, there is all this talk about “the grand coalition” with the DA. Desperation makes for strange bedfellows, but perhaps there is something more sinister afoot. Nonetheless, that will be a disaster, not only because the DA, where it governs, has a better record than the ANC, and with the ANC’s weak leadership will be the senior partner, whichever way one looks at it; but primarily, in my view, because the DA is the most successful neo-colonialist project on the continent. Our downslide into neo-liberalist capitalist chaos will only continue, to the detriment of the vast majority our people.

So they forego this precious right, and stay home at election time in those disturbing numbers. I mean that hopeful sizwe who remember what it is we fought, struggled, suffered and what so many died for, and whose cry for the return of spirit of the UDF is entirely legitimate and will surely be heard as it echoes from heart to heart. Those people are our people, and in this present darkness, they will search for that bright light of justice, freedom, and the respect that honours their dignity until they find it. They are our people, robbed of their voices and their agency in the last 30 years, but not of their purpose and revolutionary destiny, and they will rise, I promise you.

So it pains me to say that for all these reasons, and more that I will not discuss here my dear Brother, I will not be joining you. But thank you for doing me the courtesy of inviting me.

Sincerely and with warm regards,

Allan Boesak

♦ VWB ♦

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