I have been deeply engrossed in a book given to me by a colleague at work, who happens to be the daughter of the author, the late Rev. Dr. Sandi Baai. The book, titled Black Sacrifice: The Sinking of the S.S Mendi 1917, is an insightful and thought-provoking reflection on the unacknowledged, uncompensated, overlooked sacrifices of non-combatant black labouring assistants who tragically died on their way to propping up the British War effort in Europe during World War 1 when the ship they were travelling on, the S.S Mendi sank in the English Channel on February 21, 1917.
Despite the noble appeals and protests of luminaries such as Sefako Makgatho, a former ANC President, to the British Crown to acknowledge and grant recognition to the sacrifices of these six hundred or so people who lost their lives seeking to defend British interests and in so doing chart a path towards emancipation for themselves, these honourable pleas fell on deaf ears. They were made to just disappear into nothingness, as if their lives, their sacrifices meant nothing.
In remembering their hauntingly tragic fate, one is reminded of the poignant words of the poet S.E.K Mqhayi, which are referred to in the book, “be consoled, all you orphans! Be consoled, all you young widows! Somebody has to die, so that something can be built; somebody has to serve, so that others can live; with these words we say: be consoled, this is how we build ourselves, as ourselves. Remember the saying of the old people: Nothing comes down, without coming down.”
The unacknowledged, unrecognised sacrifices of those black people that lost their lives on the S.S Mendi, whilst seeking to defend an empire that did not value them, are a microcosmic reflection of the unacknowledged, unrecognised, overlooked blood, sweat, toil and tears of the black South African majority, which have over centuries built this country so that a select few can enjoy its choice treasures.
So, when reading the story of the S.S Mendi and the black lives lost without any recognition or reward, one is actually reading a story that is the quintessential South African story, a story of unappreciated black sacrifice towards the advancement of white interests. To say this, is not, as some would arrogantly claim, to play the victim, but rather to reflect accurately on our history in order to more impactfully and meaningfully contribute towards its desired future.
But not only does the book bring out the subject of unrecognised black sacrifice, it also makes one reflect on the converse of that, which is another unwanted pillar on which South Africa has been built, white superiority. Rev. Dr. Baai best captures it when he says, “the notion that the blacks were inferior is old and will not disappear today or tomorrow, it being firmly rooted in the political and social practice of white South African society.”