A disaster within a state of disaster – a sorry tale of how it could end for the ANC
The year is 2042 and I am sitting next to my granddaughter’s bedside in my son’s new home in Canada.
Soon after he and his twin sister finished their university studies, they informed me that they didn’t see their future in the country of their birth. When I enquired why not, the answer was painfully self-evident to me.
You see, they started university life in the year 2022 and, by the end of that year, the then president of the ANC was unseated and a new president was elected. An unsavoury character according to them and, as far as they were concerned, one who spelt disaster for the future of the country.
Where will you go, I enquired? Canada, came the unequivocal answer. I was disappointed, but at the same time understood. That was in the year 2025.
“Grandpa,” my granddaughter asks, “please tell me the story of how South Africa imploded in the most spectacular manner in 2024.” I begin the story reluctantly because it conjures up bad memories and sadness beyond words, but I continue.
And so it began, the battle for the soul of the ANC and its political survival after 110 years. It was already clear that the ANC would, at some point, implode and a new political home for the majority of South Africans would emerge. The only question on everyone’s minds was, when exactly would that be?
It seemed most in the chattering classes – including the petite bourgeoisie and the bourgeois classes – wanted that date to be 2024. That was the date of the next general election and when the ANC would lose its parliamentary majority. Why exactly they were so eager then, I did not know.
“Imagine,” I say to her, now hanging on my lips, “where we would have been then if the same potency, passion and aspiration were among the same classes during the apartheid era. We would have rid ourselves of that crime against humanity much earlier than 1994, but alas.”
“But why were the whites not on your side, Grandpa?” she enquires.
“I do not know, dear. Perhaps one day we will better understand why they did not fight against that evil system with the same vigour and energy.”
Returning to the story, I narrate: “It was 2022, the ANC had swelled and got much bigger than we ever could have imagined. We thus filtered out the imperfections and made excuses where we could. The Zondo Commission had just handed over the first of a three-part report decrying State Capture and making all sorts of recommendations to the President. Almost immediately, some politicians called for the President not to use the report to settle political scores and deal with his detractors. But the allure of the report to be used in this way was too overwhelming, it seemed.
“The so-called Radical Economic Transformation faction in the ANC was gaining momentum, to the surprise of many, and they were beginning to win some of the crucial regional party conferences, which should have served as a warning. It did not.
“We democrats were just too dumbstruck as to why anyone in his or her right mind would support some of those characters. I mean, many of them were facing corruption charges before the law, others had to step aside from public office because of those allegations and charges. Others were simply dubious and unsavoury characters, lying about the death of relatives to gain sympathy and money, stealing and embezzling public money meant to empower.
“And still others were doing everything in their power to enrich others at the expense of the people of SA — and we saw many people supporting such delinquents. All the while the public servants and politicians drank and smoked and gambled from the proceeds of our taxes. Our leaders told us ordinary Joes it was best to have a social compact as the panacea for all our woes.”
Prescient
“The Parliament building burnt down that year as if to serve as a warning of things to come. Perhaps a clear sign that said: your democracy will burn to the ground.
“The policy conference of the ANC came round and, yet again, the same old, same old was regurgitated – no new plan nor vision was in the offing. The economy was in a very bad state, unemployment was soaring, poverty levels persisted, even though the government had introduced an unemployment grant, further stretching the debt-to-GDP levels. And thus the inequality widened even further. It was a disaster within a state of disaster.”
“What do you mean by that, Grandpa?” “Well, you see, to make matters worse among all this bigotry, infighting and politicking, there was also a virus we had to contend with, it was called coronavirus. It caused unimaginable damage and suffering globally and we were no exception. Imports, exports, goods and services, our entire political economy lay in ruin because of it.
“At this point, it was clear that three possible scenarios would play out in December of that year that would define the future of us all. First, if the so-called RET faction continued gaining ground and support, they would take the ANC conference and elect their own ANC president, be in the majority in the NEC and determine who could and could not be members of Parliament and the Cabinet.
“The second scenario was that the CR22 faction kept their marginal majority and re-elected the then sitting president for a second term and continued with the cleanup campaign that was under way at the time, thus getting rid of the corrupt and self-serving leaders in the party.
“And third, no one faction was strong enough and hence a compromised outcome had to be sought to take the country forward.
“Political killings and assassinations were the order of the day throughout that year. Intimidation, laying of criminal charges against each other was all part of the bouquet of offerings in this political war.
“It was a bloodbath, and no number of mops and buckets of water could clean the stench left behind.
“It was the RET faction that prevailed in the end. They had the most to lose, you see (like staying out of prison and losing all their belongings), being shamed after a life of struggle, and, as such, they did not care about playing within the rules of the ANC constitution. They violated just about every rule, section and regulation governing the organisation. In other words, they played dirty and the CR22 guys were outnumbered and outgunned at every turn. It was not a pretty sight.
“All the while, President Ramaphosa preached unity while Rome, or perhaps Parliament, was burning.
“The exodus was felt almost immediately after that conference. People with means made plans to permanently leave their birthplace. Then the money followed systematically over a number of months.
“By the time we got to the 2024 general elections, apathy was a given. People did not even bother going to the polls. Who to vote for? Criminals and charlatans? The mass emigration was a blight on the legacy of Nelson Mandela and left an indelible print on all of our minds.
“So, when some said that they would not be blackmailed or threatened into re-electing then President Ramaphosa, little did they know. The great realisation for us all was that we all preferred the world we found after 2017 and not the one defined by nine wasted years prior to that. Corrupt habits became extinct slowly but surely, and they made way for the new, good governance and ethical leadership.”
Just before my granddaughter closes her eyes to sleep, she asks: “Why did the ANC have to implode before things got better?”
To which I reply: “Sometimes you’ve got to get sick before you start feeling better. Now lie down and dream of tomorrow and all the things that we can do. And, who knows? If we dream hard enough, maybe some of them will come true. We now call it the great realisation and, yes, since then there have been many, but that’s the story of how it started and why hindsight is 20-20.”