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OUR  LAND                                                                              4






































































     LIFE  GOES  ON This tree at Kimberley’s railway station was there when Sol Plaatje visited the city 100 years ago
                        BLACK JULY








            AND THE HOWL OF ANGUISH




        Luke Alfred and photographer John Hogg retrace the steps of Sol Plaatje’s

           ‘tour of observation’ following the devastating Natives Land Act of 1913


               arly one morning in the first week of July   The  Sol                                              the crop in return. They preferred servants and labourers
               1913, an unusual group of passengers    Plaatje                                                    with no independent access to, say, a small herd of cattle.
               boarded an east-bound train at Kimberley   statue                                                   Literally between a rock and a hard place, many
               station. They were travelling with bicycles,   at  the                                             sharecroppers voted with their feet after the act had
               notebooks and pens and, as the sun rose,   municipal                                               been passed. They gathered their possessions and walked
     Ethey shuttled across the winter veld as far    building  in                                                 off farms on which they’d worked for years. After a
     as Bloemhof, just inside the Transvaal border.   Kimberley,                                                  summer of drought and a winter of cold, they left their
       The following morning, they woke, left their luggage   on  the  site                                       homes to face a perilous future.
     with the local mission school teacher and mounted   of  his                                                   There was another compelling reason for the Natives
     their bicycles, peddling to the diamond diggings on the   printing                                           Land Act. On the Witwatersrand far away, the mines
     banks of the Vaal River.                          works                                                      were facing a labour crisis. The experiment with the
       They had notebooks at the ready and their mission                                                          importation of cheap Chinese labour had run its course.
     was hard-nosed: they had come to find evidence of the                                                        The Union government needed to find a means of
     dispossessed, those former African sharecroppers who                                                         re-directing the self-sufficient labouring poor off the
     had been forced off the land by the infamous Natives                                                         land. If people weren’t voluntarily going to come to the
     Land Act of 1913 and flooded into the Transvaal like the                                                     cities, they needed to be prodded there, like cattle. The
     waters of the river they had just crossed.                                                                   foundations of our modern industrial economy were
       Dubbing this a “tour of observation” they wanted to                                                        being laid, brick by coercive brick.
     see for themselves the effects of the act, to witness the                                                     If you walk along the platform at Kimberley’s railway
     tangible effects of legislation that had remained abstract.                                                  station today, you will find it largely as Plaatje and his
     One of their number, a short, round-faced man with a                                                         fellow travellers found it that July morning 105 years
     sturdy mission-school education and penchant for tweed                                                       ago. Yes, there are two bright-blue diesel locomotives
     suits, wrote a book about his travels. His name was Sol                                                      squatting on the track, but, in other respects, the scene is
     Plaatje and his book, published after much struggle in                                                       peaceful and unchanged.
     1916, was called Native Life in South Africa.                                                                 The wrought-iron latticework of the platform awnings
       For many reasons – literary, political, sociological – the                                                 is as it was way back when and the platform has been
     book became famous. The best reason for its fame (and                                                        recently hosed down, awaiting its next contingent of
     continuing fame) is that it documents – in sometimes                                                         snap-happy Rovos Rail travellers. Walk further down
     harrowing detail – the founding of modern industrial                                                         the platform and there’s a gigantic magnolia tree that
     South Africa.                                                                                                must have been there in Plaatje’s day. Idle further still
       The legislators didn’t like the idea of partially                                                          into the shunting yards behind the mainline station and
     autonomous black sharecroppers, folk who helped a                                                            you can see church spires and steeples on three of the
     farmer plant and harvest while taking a small share of                                                       four hands of the compass, a quick glimpse through
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