Yesterday’s City Press (23 August 2015) is the perfect expression of
everything I cannot stand with the current state of journalism in South Africa
and why I believe print media will continue its slow, torturous and somewhat
deserved spiral into the abyss of forgotten things. The lead story, about Mbuso
Mandela’s latest scandal, lies prominently across its front page, accompanied only by a
speculatory insert on who leads the running to act in the national police
commissioner’s place when she is inevitably suspended sometime later this week
(I’ll give you a hint: it’s not not her 2.I.C) and who else is also in the
running (another hint: every other deputy commissioner).
Of course, no edition of this once proud people’s paper could be
complete without an episode of Who Wants To Be President? The weekly
telenovella about which palace stooge is likely to succeed the incumbent Chief
Jester-In-Chief, aka #1, aka Showerhead, aka The Worst Idea Anyone Has Ever
Had. Almost one and a half pages dedicated to such asininities as hypothesized presidential
scenarios, which include a Gwede Mantashe/Jeff Radebe (and vice versa)
presidency.
Apart from the half page MTN ad on page 5, there’s also a small
piece about DA financial mismanagement in the Western Cape (running out of
money is financial mismanagement finish and klaar!). And also buried into a corner
of insignificance on page 6 is a really important story about a young man named
Speech and the significance of his victory in Ward 30 of the Nelson Mandela
Metro.
Let’s begin with the Mandela story. Oh, but where to begin with that
tho?
How about rape culture? Yes, let’s start there. Now, far be it for
me to dictate to women and to exercise my privilege as a man to tell women what
to speak up about and against. To stand here and lecture women on what is
acceptable reportage when telling stories that affect other women would be a
gross violation of the trust I hope to engender as an ally. So I won’t do that.
I believe that my job as an ally is to share information and ideas about what
it is we as men are doing that makes life harder for our fellow humans, and to
present alternative ways of engagement with women especially, and with us all
in general, that are non-threatening and foster trust and congenial relations
between man and woman, and between man and man. So it makes my job that much
harder when the front page of one of the most popular Sunday papers leads with
a story on a rape accusation with the following sub-header:
“Madiba’s troubled grandson says sex was consensual. Club staff say
(sic) the two behaved like lovers”
Now I have the utmost respect for Ferial Haffajee. No, I lie. I have
the utmost respect for what she represents: a woman of colour in a position of
power. I don’t think I have much respect for her as a person. I have never met
her, so I cannot conclusively say I don’t respect her at all. There may be some
baseline qualities about her that I may yet come to respect were I to meet her
in person, but as a public figure she does not inspire much more than indifference
from me. I do, however, find myself disheartened and disappointed to find that
a woman editor would sign off on a story on rape written by a woman journalist
that proudly perpetuates such elements of rape culture as those espoused in the
sub-header. There is more in the story that offends me, but I will not dwell on
those. I do not wish to say more about the actual incident itself as I wish to
reserve my comment until after the dust settles. Whenever that may be.
No really, but who wants to be president of this shithole tho?
Look, I love this country. I love this continent. I just hate what
it’s all become. (Although I remain hopeful of what it yet may be.) But must we
be subjected, week after week, to speculation and conjecture from anonymous
sources and wild inferences from trigger-happy journos over who may or may not
be the next president of the republic? Is this a bukkake circle jerk and are we
the piggy in the middle?
Does anyone actually even really care at this point? Were ANC
acolytes and sycophants not at pains to reassure us that they don’t vote for
the president but for the party, so what difference does it make to us, the
general public, who the president of the ANC is if it’s going to be the same
party in power anyway? We hear of which faction is backing which candidate but
has anyone ever found out why? I mean, apart from the assumed tribalistic and
pseudo-idelogical grounds (like, referring to the SACP as communists is irony
and oxymoron wrapped up in ALL OF THE LOLZ!) You know what I would like to know
about all these candidates? What are their policy positions? What discussion
documents have they written for circulation in the ANC? Where do they stand on
the issues that really matter? But, I know, ain’t nobody got time for that? Amirite?
I mean it’s pretty damn ironic that the ANC once led a chant of
“Don’t buy City Press! Don’t buy!” when the City Press is doing a bang up job
of advertising their succession plan and feeling out the mood of ANC members on
the list of possible candidates for the top job. Hell, I think at this point
the ANC ought to start paying City Press a fee for campaign management services
and sundry.
And the DA should pay them for sweeping their misdeeds quietly under
the carpet – like a dinner guest dropping unwanted food under the table while
retaining a cool visage. Such softly-softly language they use – “cash squeeze”.
Andisiwe Makinana is a great journalist and her integrity comes shining through
in the first paragraph of her piece on how the Western Cape government is
basically working public servants like slaves. You’d never think the DA in that
part of the country would ever have to apply austerity measures. Aren’t they the
ones always gaaning aan about how wonderful they are with the numbers and how
prosperous all the places they are in charge of have become in the last 20
years? I really wanted to know more about this story. As a data analyst, I like
to see numbers and comparisons and trends and things when I read. I think
readers would benefit greatly from even the most rudimentary quantitative
analysis about things like a “cash squeeze”. And I think South Africans, and
indeed all people the world over, should demand more of such analyses when it
pertains to public finances especially. But the amount of space allocated this
story was enough for only one number of any real import: R68 000. No other
numbers are provided to compare with this single, lone figure. Which detracts
from the consequence of the story and frankly leaves it performing the part of
space-filler – which is an insult to the talents of a journalist of Makinana’s
stature. But with the mood of the entire paper being intrigue and speculation,
it falls on the reader to ask questions that I’m pretty sure the reporter did
ask, but the answers to which could not fit the small space allocated. Space
taken up by a gigantic picture of Jeff Radebe, ironically gesturing with his
hands to indicate size. It’s the second image of #1’s BFF in as many pages.
Surely we could have done without seeing his face twice?
On the next page, the repetitive use of an image of the same person
is done with such poetic dexterity. But
to get to that, you have to go through a long column headlined “The playlists
of SA’s top leaders”. A column inspired by the recent publication on social
media of Barack Obama’s Spotify playlist. None of “SA’s top leaders” were
interviewed of course, and the entire thing is pure supposition (not even
hearsay). But it’s news. But I digress…
The repeated image I alluded to is actually a single picture of
Mandla Faltein (affectionately known in KwaMagxaki and Veeplaas, in Port
Elizabeth as Speech) standing in front of a UDM campaign vehicle, his smiling
face proudly prominent on the poster and the t-shirt he has on, both announcing
his candidacy for the 19 August by-election in Ward 30. Speech did what was
once unthinkable this past weekend and wrested the ward encompassing those two
townships from the clutches of the ANC. His win is of course significant for a
number of reasons, chief of which is the following quote from the man himself:
“We beat the ANC at their own game. They no longer conduct
door-to-doors which is what made the difference for us in this election. All
they do is motorcades, driving around in fancy cars in front of poor people,
speaking on loudhailers and chanting slogans, hoping people will come and vote.
But little did they know that time is gone. People want substance and tangible
objectives.”
The profundity in the statement is self-evident. It is an allegory
of the macrocosm, which the City Press would distract us from with talk of
succession and the tabloidization of the very real societal pox that is rape. That
is, unless you make it to page 6. I’m impressed I did, seething as I already
was with frustration. But I could go no further.
