JAUNDICED EYE
Few people, today, would not lament the wasted years of apartheid. The opportunities squandered, the enormous societal costs incurred.
Yet, in spite of being front-row participants to a disaster that slowly unspooled over 46 years, National Party voters, by and large, kept the faith. Despite the fractures and splinters, the slow growth of a liberal opposition with a coherent ideological alternative, the Nats were never in any real danger of being voted out of power.
The destruction of that party’s political grip on power came largely not from the dawn of reason in the white electorate, but a confluence of external factors that put immense pressure on the government of the day to make dramatic compromises. Even then, were it not for a fortuitous stroke that laid low the bellicose President PW Botha, opening the door for a palace revolt led by FW de Klerk, the decline would have continued inexorably.
And the stemvee, the voting cattle, as the Nats disparaging referred to their blindly loyal supporters, would probably have continued to vote for the party that had put the country in the dwang, in the first place. Or at least, they would have, until the runaway train finally hit the buffers and the journey was inescapably over.
What reminded me of those frustrating Nationalist years was a recent dinner party at which I was a guest. The people around the table were all highly intelligent, successful professionals.