South Africa Journal: SANPAD Conference
Inside, we had a cultural show with a smoke machine and a multiracial rainbow doing contemporary dance based in Zulu “tradition”; outside were toyi-toying, chanting, sarcastic poors. I decided to leave the conference room and go to where the real action was, outside. Some of the conference organizers tried to tell me I couldn’t leave the conference room–“I didn’t want to go out there”, according to them. I argued that the meeting room didn’t have a bathroom and that it was an emergency. After seven minutes of arguing, the lady relented and released me out into the demo. I tried to hold the door open, but she was bigger than me.
Ashwin Desai, whose book I previously reviewed, was a conference organizer and the mediator between the protesters and the event. Among the demonstration leaders were individuals recognizable from his book. He got flustered (and told someone to “fuck off”), but did get the deputy mayor to come out to be shouted at. Dozens of police arrived, called by the manager of the posh Elangeni hotel, and stood around while Desai tried to convince them that the thing could be negotiated without military interference.
At first I thought it was a bit embarrassing – Desai should have just invited his friends to dinner! Today I realized that 20% of the protest is here at the conference for free, still causing trouble. What the protest did was set the terms of the rest of the week, and force the policy people to deal first and foremost with the complaints of real, live, loud, inconvenient, thoughtful, angry poor people.