I wonder if Steve Hofmeyr wishes he was still on the set of Agter Elke Man? In that make-belief world of the 1980s soapie that thrust him into our social reality he didn't need to engage blacks. It was a ‘whites only' world other than black extras around OK Bazaars where his beloved Suzie was working.
Courtesy of that nuisance called ‘democracy', blackness and whiteness can no longer be so neatly kept apart. And it shows. It shows in the callousness of generalisations about race groups in the spontaneous utterances of too many public personalities, both black and white, from politicians like Julius Malema to tired and tiring Afrikaner superstars like Annelie Botes and Steve Hofmeyr.
Botes would not offer a black courier service worker a glass of water. Hofmeyr sees in a black skin the genetic make-up of a would-be criminal. And, in their black counterparts like Julius Malema or commentator Andile Mngxitma, whiteness signals the presence of a "bloody agent" or an inherent racist. All of this raises the question, "Is there a downward spiral in the quality of race relations in our delicate, still-new(ish) South Africa?"
The good news is that race relations is not getting worse. The bad news is that it has been terrible all along. The problem is that we South Africans prefer false consciousness to authenticity. Instead of being honest about the deep mistrust that apartheid necessarily saddled us with, along race lines in particular, we plaster over this post-traumatic reality by pretending, falsely, that all is well.
Helped along by motifs like that tired ‘rainbow nation' refrain, and the drug that is mass sporting events like the Rugby World Cup of 1995 and the 2010 Soccer World Cup, we constantly succeed in affirming the lie of a ‘miracle' nation. As soon as an event like the death of right-winger Eugene Terre'blanche threatens to unravel it all, we manage - "Phew!" - to find a quick antidote like arranging Blue Bulls supporters on beer crates in Soweto for a photo shoot.
And so the manic cycle goes; and, in the process, the deep psychological crisis lurking beneath it all goes untreated.