The mainstream, the establishment never expected much of the ANC in any case
1 March 2023
This past week I was reading a report from a well-known global insurance firm that predicts that South Africa is in line for even more hectic social unrest and violent protests, given the perilous state of our economy, the low levels of trust in the political elite within society (by the way, this touches all political parties and not just the ANC, as some would have us fallaciously believe.
There is a huge and growing credibility crisis and trust deficit between all political leadership in South Africa and ordinary South Africans), high unemployment and inflation rates and the subsequent squeeze on household income, constant water and power outages, the rising cost of living and persistent as well as growing inequality, amongst many other factors, that have turned South Africa into the perfect society for apocalyptic type naysayers and doomsday prophets.
Whilst reading all this, I was reminded of my first year in high school, the iconic year that was 1994, doing my standard six ( I think in standards as a quintessential 1980s baby who listens to Queen, Def Leppard, Dire Straits, Metallica, Bon Jovi, Roxette et al, so you’ll just have to bear with me okes) at Saint Alban’s College in Pretoria.
This was the year of the first democratic elections, of the global euphoria over Nelson Mandela and the ANC finally taking power. Strangely enough, throughout this magical period where so many of us were mostly in a trance, believing that South Africa was indeed the greatest country in the world, most of my high school mates at Saint Alban’s College, of a particular race nogal (no prizes for guessing which one lads), genuinely believed that even with Mandela as president, the ANC was going to collapse the country and usher in an era of devastation and destruction that would leave us all living in “Third World” squalor with no signs of progress and development to speak of or boast about.