Flying the flag for fixing fractures

“Not everybody would necessarily know what the Protea badge stands for, but you can’t go anywhere in the country and find someone who doesn’t know the flag.” – Rassie van der Dussen  

Telford Vice / Kolkata

YOU know South Africa’s society is fractured and fissured along many lines with little light at the end of the still separate and unequal tunnels. But, if you’re not from there, you might struggle to understand the complexities. Here’s a flavour, in the cause of adding context to South Africa’s men’s World Cup semifinal against Australia at Eden Gardens on Thursday.

On Wednesday the Council for the Advancement of the South African Constitution (Casac) issued a statement criticising as “unfortunate and ill-advised” comments in the media on several cases of corruption, some of them involving former president Jacob Zuma.

The remarks in question were made on a television show by South Africa’s chief justice, Raymond Zondo — the father of Khaya Zondo, who has played five Tests and six ODIs. Casac’s executive secretary is Lawson Naidoo, who also chairs CSA’s board.

On October 22 in Johannesburg, at a function where he accepted a “rising star” award, 18-year-old David Teeger, South Africa’s under-19 men’s team captain, said “the true rising stars are the young soldiers in Israel”. Teeger spoke as the death toll in the Israeli government’s attacks on Gaza neared 5,000. By Wednesday more than 11,000 had been killed by Israel in retaliation — widely condemned, including by the United Nations — for the Hamas terror attacks on October 7 that claimed the lives of 1,400 and saw more than 200 taken hostage.

South Africa is home to a significant Muslim community, who identify with the Palestinian struggle more strongly than some of their compatriots and have been angered by Teeger’s assertion. Cricbuzz was alerted to the saga by a brown lawyer who has successfully defended white clients on racism charges. Like we said, South Africa is complex, fissured and fractured.

Even the Springboks, the men’s rugby union team who won a record fourth World Cup in Paris last month, do not inspire blanket unity. On November 5, Julius Malema, the leader of the Economic Freedom Fighters, a relentlessly populist political party that offers little substance to back up its outlandish claims, told a rally in Johannesburg that the “Springbok is an apartheid symbol”, that “the Springboks must fall”, and asked why “are we being forced to salute the emblem that was saluted … by murderers who were killing our people wearing the same jersey in celebration of butchering of black people?”

The Springbok was indeed among the most potent symbols of the racist system of apartheid. But its commercial value — estimated at USD117.2 last month — the team’s perennial and enduring success, which builds support and popularity, and the fact that the team now brims with star black and brown players, means the badge is unlikely to be scrapped anytime soon.

Does anything round South Africans up, point them in the same direction, and make them at least imagine they are united in any cause? There is. It’s red on top, blue on the bottom, and has an angular arrangement of black, yellow, green and white running through the middle.

Or, in the strange language of heraldry, it’s “a horizontal bicolour of red and blue with a black isosceles triangle based on the hoist-side and a green pall, a central green band that splits into a horizontal Y, centred over the partition lines and was edged in both white against the red and the blue bands and yellow against the triangle, in which the arms of the Y ends at the corners of the hoist and embraces the triangle on the hoist-side”.  

It’s the flag, and it is beloved like nothing else in South Africa. You see it everywhere you go in the country, which might sound normal for people from other places. But other places are not irredeemably divided South Africa. You also see the flag on the front side of both shoulders of the South Africans’ playing shirts at this World Cup. It makes for a striking design element, but does it add weight to their shoulders?

“Representing your country and playing for the Proteas is always about something more,” Rassie van der Dussen said. “Wearing the [Protea] badge and the flag puts a certain responsibility on us to carry the hopes of the people of our country. So, in this instance, the flag does not make that more or less relevant. We already know who and what we’re playing for.”

But that didn’t mean everybody did. Van der Dussen had that covered, too: “Not everybody would necessarily know what the Protea badge stands for, but you can’t go anywhere in the country and find someone who doesn’t know the flag.”  

At 34, Van der Dussen is the oldest member of the squad and spent more than the first five years of his life in an apartheid state. His father, Nico van der Dussen, was among the relatively few whites who joined Nelson Mandela’s African National Congress to fight injustice.

What did Gerald Coetzee, at 23 the youngest South Africa player at the tournament, who was born more than six years after apartheid ended officially, think of the flag on the shirt?

“My dad and my mom [Johan and Liz Coetzee] have sacrificed their time so I can play cricket,” Coetzee said. “I play for them first and then for the country. We’re very patriotic as South Africans, as we see in all sports. We want to do well for the country and make the country proud. It’s such a beautiful and magnificent country and we want to represent that.”

Reeza Hendricks concurred: “I do really like the shirt. It means a lot to the country and it’s quite special to have the flag on it. It’s a proud moment every time we step out onto the field to represent the country. This shirt is special one, and we all like it.” 

That included David Miller, whose enthusiasm got the better of him as he tried to put into words how much he liked the shirt: “Most of the time, because of the angle of the TV cameras on us, it’s going to be fully on screen. We’ll keep that wave flagging.” He meant keep that flag waving, of course.

But Quinton de Kock, ever the clear-eyed see-ball, hit-ball, see-nothing-else, hit-nothing-else player and person that he is, looked past all that warm fuzziness: “I wouldn’t say it’s the shirt. It’s what I represent having the shirt on. I don’t really see a shirt. I know what I represent and the people I represent, and the team I’m representing.”

Even in the squad, then, there are thoughtfully expressed differences of opinion about the flag and its presence on the South Africans’ shirts. But, at Eden Gardens on Thursday, it will help round them up, point them in the same direction, and solidify their unity in the cause.

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Caster Semenya is a lightning rod for anger at South Africa’s wider, ongoing, deepening failings

No-one can tell Semenya she’s not a woman, and no-one can tell other women it’s fair that they should have to compete against a born drug cheat.

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TELFORD VICE in London

“VOT is your surname,” Levi, a Joburg ancient as kindly as he is venerable who tells astonishing stories about growing up communist on a kibbutz, asked earnestly after struggling, several times, to say my first name on our first meeting.

“Vice,” I replied, and waited for what I suspected was coming. It did.

“Weiss?!”

“Yes, Vice.”

Levi jolted with joy. His eyes, until then rheumy, leapt with life. He threw up his hands with happiness: “Weiss! Mazeltov! You bloody fucking jew! Just like me!”

I didn’t disabuse him of the notion, not only because that would have been cruel but also because I didn’t want to. Before you take issue with that, try some babka. Chocolate, preferably.

Another question came my way from a woman at a charcuterie stall at Victoria Park market in London’s East End on Sunday: “Are you jewish?”

She asked after our thoroughly Seffrican accents chimed and it transpired we had both come to the other hemisphere from Cape Town; she from Durbanville, me from Sea Point.

Hence her question. Sea Point thrums with jewishness, from venerable ancients like Levi resolutely observing the sabbath, to kitke everywhere on Fridays, bagels everywhere every day, and homemade pastrami at the wonderful Kleinskys Deli in Regent Road, to the shul on Marais Road, a landmark to all.

“No,” I replied to her without thinking too much. But then I got to thinking …

Pieter-Dirk Uys discovered only after the death of his mother, Helga Bassel, in 2003 that she was jewish. Which, technically, makes him jewish. No-one in my family has, to my knowledge, spoken of jewishness in our genes. But my father was adopted. So who can know?

And who can tell Caster Semenya she’s not a woman? No-one. The International Association of Athletics Federations (IAAF) denies they are trying to, but they cannot say they are not trying to tell us who they will allow to compete as women in athletics events meant exclusively for women.

The IAAF are attempting to say who — in their purview — is a woman. Or who they will accept as a woman. That’s hopelessly ambitious, because straight answers on the subject, like good men, are hard to find.

Here’s Medicine Net’s stab at it: “The traditional definition of female was ‘an individual of the sex that bears young’ or ‘that produces ova or eggs’. However, things are not so simple today. Female can be defined by physical appearance, by chromosome constitution (see female chromosome complement), or by gender identification.”

What, exactly, is a female chromosome complement? “The large majority of females have a 46, XX chromosome complement (46 chromosomes including two X chromosomes). A minority of females have other chromosome constitutions such as 45,X (45 chromosomes including only one X chromosome) and 47,XXX (47 chromosomes including three X chromosomes).”

Easy for them to say. Not so easy for radical feminist Julie Bindel, who was quoted as saying in the New Statesman in September 2013: “I have no idea what it feels like to be a woman. I don’t do gender. It is harmful and a total social construct that serves to reinforce patriarchy and women’s subordination to men. I wish to eradicate gender — that is the feminist goal — but for now we need to keep the identity of ‘female’ in order to track how our oppression is effecting [sic] us, for example, how many women are raped, underpaid, killed by violent partners, etc.”

Who or what does the Oxford Dictionary recognise as female? “Of or denoting the sex that can bear offspring or produce eggs, distinguished biologically by the production of gametes (ova) which can be fertilised by male gametes.”

That would seem to question the status of any apparent female who hasn’t yet procreated. Or who has procreated and no longer does, or might not. Reasons of age, health and personal choice don’t appear to matter: it’s all about having children. And when thou art done with that get thyself, barefoot, of course, back to yonder kitchen and chain thyself to the stove. Amen.

Happily, the Caster question is far simpler. Here’s what matters — Semenya is unimpeachably correct to maintain that she is as she has always been naturally a woman and is thus entitled to compete against other women. If those other women can’t keep up, how is that her problem?

Fine. Except if you’re those women, who know that Semenya leaves them in her dust because her body produces more testosterone than theirs. That is patently unfair: they are trying to beat someone who was born a drug cheat.

But how do you fairly instruct Semenya and others like her to wilfully dull the edge nature has given them? The National Basketball Association (NBA) doesn’t ensure the playing field is more or less level by amputating a few centimetres from the legs of taller players.

Thing is, only two of all the 450 players in last season’s NBA were shorter than six feet. Fifteen towered over seven feet. So 433 of them — 96.22% — were within a dozen inches of each other: a more of less level playing field without the need for intervention.

Of course, height doesn’t govern ability on the court, as the superb Isiah Thomas, all five-foot-nine of him, has made abundantly clear. But what will happen when Thomas’ opponents loom at eight feet and have arms as long as he is tall? Welcome, Semenya’s would-be competitors say, to their world.

No less sensible a figure as Martina Navratilova managed to support Semenya and rubbish the cause of transgender athletes all in the same few hundred words in the UK Sunday Times.

Navratilova wondered whether it could “be right to order athletes to take medication” and said she hoped Semenya wins her case on the issue at the Court of Arbitration for Sport. But Navratilova also said that a man could by taking hormones satisfy sport organisations’ requirements to be considered a woman was “insane and … cheating”.

In December, she tweeted: “You can’t just proclaim yourself a female and be able to compete against women.”

Not so simple, is it? And exponentially less so when all sorts of opportunists have spied a chance to make capital out of Semenya’s situation.

Sports minister Thokozile Xasa reached, shamefully, for the nuclear option: “The world once declared apartheid a crime against human rights. We once more call the world to stand with us as we fight what we believe is a gross violation of human rights.”

Her time would be better spent helping her inept government find ways, nuclear perhaps included, to keep the lights on in failing Mzansi.

In April last year EFF spokesperson Mbuyiseni Ndlozi tried to cover all the bases, albeit mercifully briefly: “The EFF views the action of [the] IAAF as a deliberate, sexist, racist and anti-African attack on our black female champion.”

He forgot to put the LGBTQI community on the list. Maybe they aren’t the bombastic, buffoonish beret brigade’s target market in a country where women are murdered for refusing sexual advances from men.

Cricket South Africa clambered aboard with a release on Friday in which chief executive Thabang Moroe was quoted as saying: “We stand here as the cricket fraternity joining all the voices throughout the world to denounce the IAAF Gender Regulations as an act of discrimination against women in sport.

“We state categorically and emphatically that women like Caster, who is born with intersex variations, should enjoy the same rights to dignity as all women. We honour, celebrate and recognise the equality of all women in sport.

“ … we call on all morally astute global citizens to rally behind Caster and vocally join in advocating for her right to continue competing at the highest level.

“This attempt at systematically ostracising potential and talent should be condemned in the strongest terms. Together, let’s hit gender discrimination for six!”

CSA should concentrate on tasking the “morally astute global citizens” in their ranks to ensure the women who play for the national team are paid as much as the men. That’s what equality and dignity mean.

Would Semenya’s cause be so vociferously supported if she wasn’t so successful? Or if her success didn’t override the gag reflex of a deeply conservative society that has next to no compassion for those who differ from the mob-like majority?

Or if more black South Africans were by now living the kind of lives they earned the hardest way, by defeating apartheid? Or if apartheid had been eradicated instead of entrenched on economic lines by an evilly cynical ruling class ? Or if this wasn’t an election year? Or if the bellicose, bilious centre-right mess the ANC have become had a clue how to be the inspired revolutionaries they once were and need to be again if South Africa is to have a future worth having? Or if the hopeless misery that is the DA had any ideas of their own beyond flaccidly attacking the ANC? Or if the EFF weren’t such an unfunny joke? Or if Semenya was white?

We can’t really know who Semenya is. But we know what: a lightning rod for the coming storm.