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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The Africa Journals, Ch. 55, The Cultural Tour, Part One

The Africa Journals

Chapter 55

Brian joins us in the lobby of the Cullinen Hotel before our “Cultural Connection” tour and says our coach awaits.   Please don’t be a museum, I think.

I board the bus and the front row seat is empty, so I sit there.  This is the second time I have selected the front seat.  I usually sit in the back row because it is raised and I can see out both sides.  Please don’t be a museum, I repeat as I sit down.

Brian, who won’t be going with us today, introduces us to Desmond, our local guide for the day.  Please don’t be a museum.   I have no idea what to expect from this optional tour, but since I paid for it, I didn’t want to miss it.  I simply hoped it wasn’t going to be a long afternoon in a museum.   As I mentioned before, I wanted to see living people going about their lives and learn about them, not looking at artifacts and dioramas in a dimly-lit museum.

It was a museum.   But first, we drove by the former City Hall, slowed briefly in traffic so we could see the small balcony from which Nelson Mandela made his first public speech shortly after being released from prison.

Desmond talks about this, saying he was there that day.  He pointed to a large paved square across the street, and said it was jammed with people waiting to hear Mandela.

The Grand Parade and statue of King Edward VII of Britain.

According to him, Mandela spoke of the brutal Apartheid regime and talked about revenge.

There was utter silence for a long minute, said Desmond.   And then Mandela said there would be no revenge, that everyone needed to learn to work and live together.   The crowd cheered, said Desmond, because nobody wanted to fight for revenge.”   This is how Desmond remembers that electrifying day.*

Next was a stop nearby where the original star fort built by the Dutch East India company was relocated.   It originally was built during 1666-1679, along the shore of Table Bay, but moved further inland in over a period of years during land reclamation.

Across the street in the open area, is where thousands listened to Nelson Mandela's first speech after his release from 27 years of imprisonment.    The City hall balcony from which he have that speech, is behind the coach, under the ornamented clock tower.

Castle of Good Hope in downtown Cape Town.   My photos were taken across the street from the words "Grand Parade."

We have only a few minutes as our coach is parked illegally and the fort is now the center of military operations in Cape Town.

From downtown Cape Town, the coach gains altitude and passes by a large open area of shrubs and the occasionally chunks of broken concrete.  This, says Desmond, is District Six, a notorious black eye on South Africa’s face.

One of the most onerous things the Apartheid government did was make blacks and Coloureds  live in undesirable areas.  As the white population grew and needed more room, the government took away the land where those people had settled and forced them to relocate to even more undesirable areas.

Homes and shanties alike were demolished and the occupants moved into the Cape Flats areas and other place farther away from town.  Only a few buildings and churches were left, and one of them housed the District Six Museum.   A group of schoolchildren were seated in the main room of the museum, listening to an African.   We walked around the inside perimeter, looking at signs and photos and displays of what was once a thriving,  culturally-vibrant neighborhood. 

Interior of District Six Museum   photo from Wikimedia Commons

Brian told us later that when the city government offered the confiscated lands for sale, no white person would purchase a lot, a form of protest against the Apartheid regime.  Right in what should be some of the most valuable land available, the empty fields of District Six are an ugly reminder of an ugly era.  A few homes were built by the government and offered to former residents.  More building of this type is planned.

The vacant land of District Six, where more than 60,000 blacks and Coloureds were forcibly removed from their homes by the Apartheid government.

We re-board the coach and the driver turns towards one of the places where the African natives and Coloureds made an attempt to salvage their lives, the nortorious Cape Flats.

Cape Flats, with central area of Cape Town along the coast.  Robben Island is on the left.

*  This was how Desmond described the day he listened to Mandela's speech.   I have read the speech and can find nothing to indicate it was spoken that day.   Rather, Mandela urged them to keep up the struggle for freedom, and for both whites and blacks to learn to work together.

For a story about District Six printed by Newsweek, follow this link:



  1. Your passion for history is admirable and evident in your posts, Gully. You're like a magnet that's seeking to gather all that it can from the world around it. Love it!

  2. Very sobering, the signs in District 6 and the stories behind the vacant land. And, I could not agree with Shaddy more ... you, Gullible, ARE passionate and not just about history, but about knowledge. You are both a magnet and a sponge in attracting and soaking up big chunks and little tidbits of a vast array of fascinating facts and feelings. My college education does not hold a candle to what you have placed before me over the years. Thank you. Hugs! Patti