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Ulysses in The Cane Fields
Ulysses in The Cane Fields
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One of his white colleagues, talking off the record, is far more dramatic (and deliciously Natal-colonial): The party is retreating into the narrowest Zulu chauvinism. It has become increasingly hardline and, for those of us non- Zulus who do not toe the line, things are tough. Theres a witchhunt going on, so we have to keep our powder dry, our helmets on, and stay down in the trenches. At the committee meeting that decided Cassims fate, former Nat Jurie Mentz argued against censuring Cassim. Mzimela reportedly replied, If you dont like it, you can also go! To which Mentz shot back, If I go, the whites do too. The temptation is to rub ones hands with glee at the IFPa party built on ethnicityhoist by its own petard. An investigation into the veracity of Cassims claims of racism leads one, inevitably, into the badlands of that very specific brand of Natal racism: We are not like them, pontificates one of the IFPs other Indian MPs, explaining why the Indians in the caucus are considered laggardly: You see, the IFP meets in Cape Town over weekends, when we Indians come home to look after our families and see to our constituencies. The blacks, on the other hand, just stay in Cape Town. They have a gay lifestyle at the expense of all these foreign foundations. Oh yes, they live it up over there. Given the rag-tag bunch of white and Indian opportunists who joined the IFP, perhaps the IFPs Zulus have a point. And, unlike many of the Zulus and whites in the party, Indian involvement in the IFP seems to be more about pragmatism than ideology. Cassim acknowledges the pragmatist impulseBy being part of the majority party here, we non-Zulus can ameliorate our circumstances by pointing out that there are other people who live here too. But he also carries within him the essential contradiction of Indian politics; one underscored by his announcement that, once he leaves Parliament, he will form a professional minority lobby that I hope will take in other minorities too, but will at the very least work to protect the interests of Indians. The contradictionone to which he readily admitsis that the downfall of the Indian in Africa has been his insularity. In fact, he says, apartheid was invented and perfected by Indians long before the Afrikaners came along. Thats why it was not rejected wholesale by Indians, because it in fact gave them permission to stay out of national affairs, to stay in their own areas and do their own thing. He claims that the battle against this insularity is his single greatest fight: isnt setting up an Indian lobby the very worst thing he could do? He cites the experiences of Indians in East Africa and says, whether I like it or not, there are too many things which stamp us as a vulnerable minority. We have to be conscious of that fact and act accordingly. Even though 70 percent of KwaZulu/Natals Indians voted for the National Party, they have not found a home there the way the Western Capes coloureds have. Indians as yet have no political home, says Cassim. Indeed, one is struck by the fact that the only credible Indian politicians are in the ANC, but most of them refuse point-blank to acknowledge that they are in the specific service of Indian interests. Is Farouk Cassim the answer? He was, by all accounts, far and away the most able politician in the House of Delegates, that slag-heap of Indian politics during its dying days. He now is regarded by all parties as one of the IFPs most hard-working parliamentariansall the more reason for the offence he has taken at having been singled out, with other members of his ethnic group, for laziness. Before the election, he was one of the IFPs most articulate spokesmen: he was often on television rationalising the IFPs withdrawal from the election. Behind the scenes, he has been at the modernising forefront of the party, and has consistently led the battle in favour of negotiations and participation and against walkouts and boycotts. Although he emphatically sees the IFP as the aggrieved party in the KwaZulu/Natal conflict, he remains puzzled by the partys hardline attitude: When Mandela attacks Dr Buthelezi [yes, the honorific remains, despite Cassims disenchantment], I just see it as political posturing, but my colleagues see it as an attack on the Zulu nation. Is it a difference in political culture? Or is it that they have been victimised in a way we non-Zulus cant understand? Given his liberalism and his intellectualism, wouldnt he have been more at home in the Natal Indian Congress and the ANC? He gives two reasons for having never considered the ANC: Because I am a federalist through and through, and because I always found the NIC very exclusivist: they were self-appointed. How could one participate? Despite all, he maintains the intense loyalty to Buthelezi that the chief seems to inspire in so many people, and insists that the problems lie with the sheep of the IFP rather than its shepherd. Precisely where the IFP is going wrong is that there is so much deference given to Dr Buthelezi. Theyd rather do nothing and not cross him than do something and upset him. The irony, of course, is that Cassim did do somethingand is out on his ear. He wrote his masters thesis (at the University of South Africa) on the brilliant but fascist poet, Ezra Pound. While criticising the poets anti- Semitism and passion for Mussolini, he argues that Pounds fascism has been misunderstood and over-exaggerated, and attempts to explain that Pound used fascism as a metaphor for perfection and completeness, rather than as an ideology. His thesis is called, Ezra
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Pound: Poet or Propagandist, and he concludes that the two functions were, in Pounds work, interdependent. Farouk Cassim is only just this side of wacky. He spends his spare time writing a school textbook of word games called the Turbo Word Booster and is obsessive about futurism: he adores Ray Bradbury and Alvin Toffler, and once tried to start a school with Toffleresque Third Wave infospheres rather than As I left his Middlemarch-in-the-canefields, he gave me a copy of a poem he had recently written about Buthelezi: He was polite or he was brusque/ As the occasion found him/ But he had magic and that is his truth ... Unlike Farouk Cassims breada recipe passed down from his grandmotheror his thesiserudite and complexthe poem is void of creativity; pure doggerel. Buthelezi has been his Mussolini. But Cassim, unlike Pound, has been unable to turn autocracy into poetry.
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