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A Drink in The Passage
A Drink in The Passage
A Drink in The Passage
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You k n o w the Alabaster Bookshop in von Brandis Street? W e l l , after the c o m p e t i t i o n they asked m e if they could exhibit my AFRICAN M O T H E R A N D C H I L D . They gave a whole w i n d o w to it, w i t h a w h i t e velvet backdrop, if t h e r e is anything called w h i t e velvet, and some complimentary w o r d s . W e l l s o m e h o w I could never go and look in that w i n d o w . O n my way from the station to the HERALD office, I sometimes went past t h e r e , and I felt good w h e n I saw all t h e people standing t h e r e ; but i would only squint at it o u t of the c o r n e r of my eye. T h e n one night I was working late at the HERALD, and w h e n I came out t h e r e was hardly anyone in the streets, so I t h o u g h t I'd go and see the w i n d o w , and indulge certain pleasurable human feelings. I must have got a little lost in the contemplation of my o w n genius, because suddenly there was a young white man standing n e x t to m e . He said to m e , " w h a t do you think of that, m a t e ? " And you k n o w , o n e d o e s n ' t get called " m a t e " every day. " I ' m looking at i t " , I said. 4 T live near h e r e , " he said, " a n d I c o m e and look at it nearly every nigjht. You know it's by one of your o w n boys, d o n ' t you? See, Edward S i m e l a n e . " "Yes, I k n o w . " " I t ' s beautiful," he said. " L o o k at that m o t h e r ' s head. She's loving that child, but she's somehow watching t o o . Do you see that? Like someone guarding. She knows it w o n ' t be an easy l i f e . " He cocked his head on one side, to see the thing b e t t e r . " H e got a thousand pounds for i t , " he said. " T h a t ' s a lot of money for one of your boys. But good luck to him. You d o n ' t get m u c h luck, do y o u ? " Then he said confidentially, " m a t e , would you like a d r i n k ? " Well honestly I d i d n ' t feel like a drink at that t i m e of night, with a white stranger and all, and a train still to catch to Orlando. " Y o u k n o w we black people must be o u t of the city by e l e v e n , " I said. " I t w o n ' t take long. My Hat's just round the c o r n e r . Do you speak Afrikaans?"
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" S i n c e 1 was a c h i l d , " I said in Afrikaans. " W e ' l l speak Afrikaans then, My English isn't too wonderful. I'm van Rensburg. And y o u ? " I c o u l d n ' t have told him my name. I said 1 was Vakalisa, living in O r l a n d o . "Vakalisa, eh? I haven't heard that name before/ 1 ' By this t i m e he had started off, and 1 was following, but not willingly. T h a t ' s my trouble, as you'll soon see. 1 c a n ' t break off an e n c o u n t e r . W e d i d n ' t exactly walk abreast, but he d i d n ' t exactly walk in front of m e . He d i d n ' t look constrained. He w a s n ' t looking r o u n d to see if anyone might be watching. He said to m e , " d o you k n o w what I wanted to d o ? " " N o , " I said. " I wanted a b o o k s h o p , like that one t h e r e . I always wanted that, ever since I can r e m e m b e r . W h e n I was small, I had a little shop of m y o w n . " H e laughed at himself. " S o m e w e r e real b o o k s , of course, but some of t h e m I w r o t e myself. But I had bad luck. My parents died before I could finish s c h o o l . " T h e n he said to m e , " a r e you e d u c a t e d ? " I said unwillingly, " y e s . " Then I thought to myself, how stupid, for leaving t h e question open. And sure enough h e asked, " f a r ? " And again unwillingly, I said, " f a r . " H e took a big leap. " D e g r e e ? " "Yes." "Literature?" Yes. H e expelled his breath, and gave a long " a h " . W e had reached his building, Majorca Mansions, n o t one of those luxurious places. I was glad to see that the entrance lobby was deserted. I w a s n ' t at my ease. I d o n ' t feel at my ease in such places, n o t unless I am p r o t e c t e d by friends, and this man was a stranger. T h e lift was at ground level, marked " W h i t e s Only. Slegs vir B l a n k e s . " Van Rensburg opened the door and waved m e in. Was h e constrained? To this day I d o n ' t k n o w . W h i l e I was waiting for him to press the b u t t o n , so that we could get moving and away from that ground floor, he stood w i t h his ringer suspended over it, and looked at m e w i t h a kind of honest, unselfish envy. " Y o u w e r e l u c k y , " he said. " L i t e r a t u r e , that's what I w a n t e d to d o . " H e shook his head and pressed the b u t t o n , and he d i d n ' t
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speak again until w e stopped high u p . But before w e got o u t he said suddenly, " i f I had had a bookshop, I'd have given that boy a w i n d o w t o o . " W e got o u t and walked along one of those polished c o n c r e t e passageways, I suppose you could call it a s t o e p if it w e r e n ' t so high u p , let's call it a passage. O n the o n e side was a wall, and plenty of fresh air, and far d o w n below von Brandis Street. O n the o t h e r side w e r e the d o o r s , impersonal d o o r s ; you could hear radios and people talking, but t h e r e w a s n ' t a soul in sight. I w o u l d n ' t like living so h i g h ; w e Africans like being close to the earth. Van Rensburg stopped at one of t h e doors, and said to m e , " I w o n ' t be a m i n u t e . " T h e n he w e n t in, leaving the d o o r open, and inside I could hear voices. I thought to myself, he's telling t h e m w h o ' s h e r e . T h e n after a m i n u t e or so, he came back to the d o o r , holding t w o glasses of red w i n e . He was w a r m and smilin
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" S o r r y t h e r e ' s no b r a n d y , " he said. " O n l y w i n e . Here's happiness." N o w I certainly had n o t expected that I would have my drink in the passage. I w a s n ' t only feeling what you may be thinking, I was thinking that one of the impersonal doors might open at any m o m e n t , and someone might see m e in a " w h i t e " building, and see m e and van Rensburg breaking the liquor laws of the country. Anger could have saved m e from the whole embarrassing situation, but you know I c a n ' t easily be angry. Even if I could have b e e n , 1 might have found it hard to be angry w i t h this particular man. But I wanted to get away from t h e r e , and 1 c o u l d n ' t . My m o t h e r used to say to m e , when I had said something anti-white, " s o n , d o n ' t talk like that, talk as you a r e . " She w o u l d have u n d e r s t o o d at once w h y I took a drink from a m a n w h o gave it to m e in the passage. Van Rensburg said to m e , " d o n ' t you k n o w this fellow Simelane?" " I ' v e heard of h i m , " I said. " I ' d like to m e e t h i m , " he said. " I ' d like to talk to h i m . " He added in explanation, ' 'you k n o w , talk o u t m y h e a r t to h i m . ' ' A w o m a n of about fifty years of age came from t h e r o o m beyond, bringing a plate of biscuits. She smiled and b o w e d to m e . I t o o k o n e of t h e biscuits, b u t n o t for all the m o n e y in the w o r l d could I have said to h e r ildankieJ my nooi," o r that disgusting "dankie, missus," n o r did I want to speak to h e r in English because h e r language was Afrikaans, so I took the risk of
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it and used the w o r d mevrou \ for the politeness of which some Afrikaners would knock a black man d o w n , and I said, in high Afrikaans, with a smile and a b o w t o o , liEk is u dankbaar, Mevrou.1 But nobody knocked m e d o w n . T h e w o m a n smiled and bowed, and van Rensburg, in a strained voice that suddenly came out of n o w h e r e , said, " o u r land is beautiful. But it breaks my h e a r t . " T h e woman put her hand on his arm, and said, " J a n n i e , Jannie." Then another woman and a man, all about the same age, came up and stood behind van Rensburg. " H e ' s a B . A . , " van Rensburg told t h e m . " W h a t do you think of t h a t ? " The first w o m a n smiled and bowed to me again, and van Rensburg said, as though it w e r e a m a t t e r for grief, " I w a n t e d to give him brandy, but t h e r e ' s only w i n e . " The second Avoman said, " I r e m e m b e r , Jannie. Come with m e . ' ' She w e n t back into the r o o m , and he followed her. The first w o m a n said to m e , " J a n n i e ' s a good man. Strange, but good." And 1 thought the whole tiling was mad, and getting beyond me, with m e a black stranger being shown a testimonial for the son of the house, w i t h these w h i t e strangers standing and looking at m e in the passage, as though they wanted for God's sake to touch me s o m e w h e r e and d i d n ' t know r how, but I saw the earnestness of the w o m a n w h o had smiled and bowed to m e , and I said to her, " I can see that, Mevrou." " H e goes d o w n every night to look at the s t a t u e , " she said. " H e says only God could make something so beautiful, therefore God m u s t b e in the m a n w h o made it, and he wants to m e e t him and talk o u t his heart to h i m . " She looked back at the r o o m , and then she d r o p p e d h e r voice a little, and said to m e , " c a n ' t you see, it's s o m e h o w because it's a black w o m a n and a black c h i l d ? " And I said to her, " I can see that, Mevrou." She t u r n e d to the man and said of m e , " h e ' s a good b o y . " T h e n the o t h e r w o m a n r e t u r n e d w i t h van Rensburg, and van Rensburg had a b o t t l e of brandy. H e was smiling and pleased, and he said to m e , " t h i s i s n ' t ordinary brandy, it's F r e n c h . " H e showed m e the b o t t l e , and I, wanting to get t h e hell o u t of that place, looked at it and saw it was cognac. He t u r n e d to
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the man and said, ' ' U n c l e , you r e m e m b e r ? W h e n you w e r e ill? The d o c t o r said you must have good brandy. And the man at the bottle-store said this was the best brandy in the world." " I must g o , " I said, " I must catch, that t r a i n / 1 " I ' l l take vou to the s t a t i o n / 1 he said, " D o n ' t you w o r n about t h a t . " He poured me a drink and one for himself. " U n c l e , " he said, " w h a t about one for yourself?" T h e older man said, " I d o n ' t mind if I d o , " and he went inside to get himself a glass. Van Rensburg said, " H a p p i n e s s , " and lifted his glass to me. It was a good brandy, t h e best I've ever tasted. But I wanted to get the. hell o u t of t h e r e . I stood in the passage and drank van Rensburg's brandy. Then Uncle came back with his glass, and van Rensburg poured him a brandy, and Uncle raised his glass to me t o o . All of us w e r e full of goodwill, b u t 1 was waiting for the opening of one of those impersonal doors. Perhaps they w e r e t o o , I d o n ' t k n o w . Perhaps when you want so badly to touch someone, you d o n ' t care, f was drinking my brandy almost as fast as I would have drunk it in O r l a n d o . " I m u s t g o , " I said. Van Rensburg said, " I ' l l take you to the s t a t i o n . " He finished his brandy, and I finished mine t o o . W e handed the glasses to Uncle, who said to m e , " g o o d - n i g h t my b o y . " The first woman said, " m a y God bless y o u , " and the o t h e r woman bowed and smiled. Then van Rensburg and I w e n t d o w n in the lift to the basement, and got into his car. " I told you I'd take you to the s t a t i o n , " he said, " I ' d take you h o m e , but I ' m frightened of Orlando at n i g h t . " W e drove up Eloff Street, and he said, " d i d you k n o w what I m e a n t ? " I k n e w that he wanted an answer to something, and I wanted to answer him, but I c o u l d n ' t , because I d i d n ' t k n o w what that something was. He c o u l d n ' t be talking about being frightened of Orlando at night, because what m o r e could one mean than just that? " B y w h a t ? " I asked. " Y o u k n o w , " he said, " a b o u t o u r land being beautiful?" Yes, I k n e w what h e m e a n t , and I k n e w that for God's sake he wanted to touch m e too and he c o u l d n ' t ; for his eyes had been blinded by years in the dark. xAnd I thought it was a pity, for if men never touch each o t h e r , they'll hurt each o t h e r one
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day. And it was a pity he was blind, and c o u l d n ' t touch m e , for black m e n d o n ' t touch w h i t e m e n any m o r e ; only by accident, w h e n they make something like M O T H E R A N D C H I L D . He said to m e , " w h a t are you t h i n k i n g ? " [ said, " m a n y t h i n g s " , and my inarticulateness distressed me, for I k n e w he wanted something from m e . I felt h i m fall back, angry, h u r t , despairing, I d i d n ' t k n o w . H e stopped at t h e main entrance to the station, but I d i d n ' t tell him I c o u l d n ' t go in t h e r e . I got out and said to him, " t h a n k you for the sociable e v e n i n g . " " T h e y liked having y o u , " he said. " D i d you see t h a t ? " I said, " y e s , 1 saw that.'* H e sat slumped in his seat, like a man with a b u r d e n of incomprehensible, insoluble grief. I wanted to touch h i m , but 1 was thinking about the train. He said " g o o d - n i g h t " and 1 said it t o o . W e each saluted the o t h e r . What he was thinking, God k n o w s , but 1 was thinking he was like a man trying to r u n a race in iron shoes, and n o t understanding why h e cannot m o v e . W h e n I got back to O r l a n d o , I told my wife the story, and she w e p t .
THE TOKOLOSH
by Ronald Segal
Illustrated by David Marais 'Africa South' leads the fight against apartheid; the views of its editor need no further description. i4 . the white people make all the laws and own all the farms and the factories and the mines and the shops, and have houses with gardens in the front. And this is because they are white. And the black people are not asked which laws are good and which laws are bad, so that they may choose those that are good. But they must do what the white people say. And they are shabby and live many in one room . . . they shiver in the sunlight with the hunger that is always inside them. And this is because they are black." This is how Mr. Segal in this novel simplv describes the immoral situation out of which his story grows.