Separation makes the heart grow fonder
Posted: January 31, 2010 at 1:00 am
I’ve been out of Cape Town since mid-January, spending a few weeks in one of the world’s true Capital cities – London.
I’m so conflicted when I am in the London. It is such an incredible melting pot, a morass of people and cultures, languages and behaviours. And yet despite its many different people it somehow doesn’t resonate multi-culturally in the way that South Africa does for me - even though South Africans all claim one nationality.
That may be because London is in many ways hermetically sealed. Everyone is together, but at the same time everyone is alone – there is a broad agreement that no one engages anyone else two specifically at the risk that some sort of boundary may be crossed that no one will be able to get back from.
To stand in silence in a bus or tube, as the many other people around you are folded into their books, newspapers, iPhones and iPods is a bizarre experience for me. London never stops moving, breathing, walking, clanging, driving, screaming, shouting or frowning – but it never smiles, or talks, or says thank you – it terrifies me that it may be the human base condition that in an anonymous world we are all antagonistic and ambivalent towards our fellow people.
London is not a place for the old – that is for sure. The loneliness and hardship of the old in this city, I suppose is no different from any other – but it plays out both in public (which is a good thing, a lesson – and an opportunity for others to help the elderly) and in silence (despite the opportunity few do anything to help the old.
As I often say to people when I return to South Africa after a trip to London, I am always struck with a melancholy. London, the UK, Europe – is filled with wealth and a social state. But in other ways it feels like a place of decline – a place where all ideas have been hammered out, where the society is set, and greatness has passed.
South Africa, for all its flaws, its violence, its danger, its heat, and its throbbing energy – is a place we can still make great, it doesn’t collapse under the weight of its own history – rather its history is something to be transcended and improved upon, rather than to be viewed with nostalgia and a sense of loss.
Nothing motivates me more to make a contribution, and to change my own society than to be in another. Not because I see England as a model to be emulated (as Thabo Mbeki, it is believed by some, saw it) – but rather as a place that we should never strive to see South Africa to become – a place in which the push for social welfare has stifled the surge for opportunity.
There is a lesson though – that a society can become so stable that the mundane occupies the body politic – that healthcare, education and a home are not simply hypothetical rights, but demonstrable realities for all citizens. The means in which we as South Africans achieve these goals I hope are more opportunity based than the way in which it has occurred in the UK – where it seems to a certain extent social welfare is a product of top down scrapsgiving rather than a bottom up groundswell of desire for equality.
I miss South Africa. I miss South Africans – who are loud, and colourful, and full of contradictions and hope. I find, sadly, the UK experience one of homogeneity even in the face of cosmopolitanism. I understand why this is the case, but I find it tragic. I understand that the stability that such a society provides, gives a platform for growth, and scientific and artistic endeavours that our country has yet to achieve.
But I suppose I see a more American vision for South Africa: A democracy that reinvents itself, that is built on self-sufficiency rather than state reliance, that achieves things despite the odds, and doesn’t sacrifice its diversity in the hope for some bland social cohesion.
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