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The deadly whine of inaction

Did I promise to write something every day? Did I commit this to myself? Here is the danger. I have been stopping myself from writing because my thoughts turn political and I keep trying to gauge the temperature in the room for my own political voice. I have become self conscious, and awkward, strung between what’s politically correct (I mean that quite earnestly), rebellious, reactionary, very white, indulgent, racist, offensive, privileged and passive aggressive. I haven’t felt like I have had this problem before and and I need help to traverse it.

But. Why should anyone help me with this? It is nonsense compared to what is really going on. People are busy with life or death scenarios. NGO’s doing amazing work have no money at all. People are victims of crime and injustice and poverty and genuine lack of any kind of delivery of anything. Even my industry of theatre is its own battleground of no resources, corruption, egos and patriarchy, with terrible feelings and hurts and rages and helplessness.

So I am a little paralysed and useless. And even as I say that I hear my own navel gazing bullshit. I want to be part of some radical change and yet I have no idea how to initiate it. I am desperate for someone to whisper it into my ear, but I am suspicious of the who, and will criticise the how.

And all this has silenced my voice of indignation, of outrage, of ideology. When I woke up this morning though I saw a very particular trap. This is the design of politics right now. This place of corruption and capture, of shenanigans, greed, total lack of consequence and blatant criminality can only happen when there is no genuine push back. To expect it from other political parties is useless and naive. To expect it from the poorest and most suffering is wrong. To expect somebody else to help me find the way to do it is a waste of time, and a privilege I cannot afford.

I don’t know what I am going to do yet, but I am going to start by finding my voice, and then calling shit out.

Coffee and political inspiration

I had one of those most delicious coffees today with a somebody who I think is fantastic, Charl Johan Lingenfelder, and he filled me with a sense of true, crazy, bubbling inspiration; something I haven’t felt in a while. It was a proper exchange of ideas that left me wishing I could dash into our world and do them all! It was also exciting because we shared thoughts without payoff or payback, we got hysterical about ‘things in common’, and passionate about ‘stuff that counts’.

One of his ideas was a strongly political one, which totally suited my mood, since I have been preoccupied with politics approaching this election. The truth is that I’d love to get involved, but can’t visualise my place, skills, and most importantly political party affiliation. But, it got me thinking about a campaign that I think would be so brilliant, and I want to put it here, and see what kind of response it gets.

I want to choose a date, towards the end of 2012, say, the 25 November. It will be known as “The Cut Off Date”. The day before November 25 2012 will be the last day for blame. It will be the last day for excuses, scapegoating, passing the buck. It will be the last day for racists. It will be the last day for corruption to go unnoticed or unpunished. The day before “The Cut Off Date” will be the last day for taking chances with other people’s lives, the last day for government to blame the past for its lack of delivery, the last day for people to use their colour (whatever it is), gender, age, language, education, sexual orientation, and situation in general as a reason for entitlement of any kind. It will be the last day that anyone elected in any government or civil servant position will not be audited by those who put them in those positions. It will be the last day where treating someone without dignity will be tolerated.

The Cut Off Date will be the first day where people are rewarded for good service. Actions will be replaced by promises, work will happen instead of meetings. No more white or pink or blue papers on how things should be, only how things should be. It will be the first day where not one cent of South African tax money will ever be spent on another commission to prove the guilt of or find the blame for, because we won’t need to. The Cut Off Date will signify a change from telling to listening, handouts to sharing, lectures to conversations. Ok, I know I’m getting soppy, unrealistic and romantic here. But that’s what I want. I want a Cut Off Date.

On that date people will stop waiting and start living.

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