Perspectives
As I look at the contours of the Swartberg, someone’s business is crumbling beside me. To my right, a woman in the dusk of middle age complains about the size of the Louvre. A photographer (American, perhaps, by the look of his shoes) tries to frame the dense landscape,
Perspectives
For the first time in over two years I am going on leave today. Like real leave. Not opening my computer at 5am-and-tutoring-leave. Not answering-urgent-emails-while-hiking-leave. Not lying-in-bed-thinking-of-new-ideas-leave, or marking-papers-while-my-child-sleeps-leave.
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Written somewhere in the Namibian desert, on a morning that felt borrowed from ordinary time. A piece about loneliness, memory, and still looking for the right adjective. "Where are the people?" resumed the little prince at last. "It's a little lonely in the desert…"
Perspectives
When we talk about transformation in schools in the leafy suburbs of Cape Town or other cities, do we talk about why it is that they remain so racially homogenous? Do we say what needs to be said: That equal access to education in a market economy can never result
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It is not easy to teach apartheid. It has become harder still to teach the transition — through the lens of rainbows, reconciliation, and a narrative the syllabus has already decided for you. This is about what gets left out.