Thoughts on xenophobia from a South African in Mozambique

On Mozambican TV, South Africa is divided between the people of good will with their pots of rice, and the people of Goodwill with their knobkieries and pangas.

Maputo, Mozambique's capital, by Petr Kosina, via Flickr CC.

When you spend time in another country, you don’t expect news from home on the local television channels every night for a month. The surprise of receiving such news is not always pleasant, particularly when you’re a South African in Mozambique at the moment. News bulletins here have featured vox pops on Durban streets saying that foreigners shouldn’t necessarily be harmed, but should go home. There has been sinister footage of impis: the kind of thing that European camera crews loved in the early 1990s but which reflects a stereotype of Zulus that resonates also in Mozambique and elsewhere in southern Africa. TV viewers have seen hours of tents, food queues and emergency repatriations: a home-grown variant of the disaster journalism more often associated with global media coverage of African crises. A reporter spoke of Mozambicans receiving assistance from “South Africans of good will” (this wasn’t in English, so the unfortunate pun on the name of the Zulu monarch Goodwill Zwelethini is to be found only in translation). And we have had ample coverage of the marches against xenophobia in South Africa, a comforting (for us) reminder that we are not all bad.

Watching Mozambican news, talking to Mozambicans and following as best I can the media debates back home have given me cause to think about how we as neighbors regard each other. This is a society whose intellectual elite gets more airtime than is the case in South Africa. So everyone with access to a TV knows about writer Mia Couto’s letter to Jacob Zuma in which he describes the violence as an “attack against the Rainbow Nation.”

Couto understands South Africa better than most South Africans understand Mozambique, but I can’t help thinking that if he’d spent much time in South Africa these last few years, he’d have realized that the “rainbow nation” idea no longer carries much currency. We have heard Zuma’s response to Couto, and Mozambican pundits’ response to the response: one academic interviewed on TV opined that Zuma’s letter was intended “for internal consumption,” a point of view that it is hard to disagree with. TV viewers here have also heard a lot from Tomaz Salomão, the Mozambican former secretary general of the Southern African Development Community (SADC).  Particularly striking was Salomão’s ominous warning: “Next it will be those blacks who have some [money], then the Indians who dominate the economy, and then the whites. And imagine the implications of that.”

Quite apart from his misperception that Indians dominate the South African economy, Salomão doesn’t seem to get that white South Africans have the means to look after ourselves if necessary, not least because as Cawo Abdi pointed out, we share very few spaces either with black foreigners or with poor black South Africans.

I couldn’t help but contrast Tomaz Salomão’s prediction with the point of view of Fred Khumalo, a South African journalist whose article includes an interesting and critical take on the baggage that goes with his own Zulu identity: for Khumalo, next in line are not whites or Indians or the black bourgeoisie, but South Africa’s indigenous black minorities.

Taking this line of reasoning a stage further, an “open letter to outraged, middle-class South Africans” from an anonymous “friend in Alexandra” pointed out the hypocrisy of those privileged South Africans who rush to the support of stricken foreign nationals while ignoring the daily violence experienced by the poorest black South Africans.

This article does not explain or offer excuses for the violence, but it shines a harsh light on the category of people whom that Mozambican journalist lumped together as “South Africans of good will”. Those South Africans were from a range of classes and racial origins, and no act of good will should be sneered at. But in its critique of white people’s particular concern with the migrants’ plight, that anonymous article broaches a rather obvious topic that seldom gets discussed publicly: the way which the unease that typifies white attitudes towards black South Africans is absent where our interaction with non-South African Africans is concerned.

This is a theme that I’ve heard over the years in conversations across the social and geographical range of white South Africa: from fruit farmers in the Limpopo Valley (migrants are good because they will work for less) all the way to Cape Town suburbanites (Malawians are so respectful, Zimbabweans are so well-spoken). While in Mozambique, I’ve been reading Olive Schreiner’s A Story of an African Farm for no other reason than that it was available as a free download. In a novel in which most of the black characters are nameless, voiceless and identified by words beginning with K, N and H, one minor character stands out: a “Mozambiquer” hired to nurse an ailing white woman in a Transvaal hotel is the only black person in the book who utters a sentence or – in resigning her job – takes a decision. The white South African deference towards Africans from across the border has a history. (Pursuing that tangent further for a moment, I find myself thinking of Zelda le Grange’s memoir, in which, through the figure of Graça Machel, the nice-foreigners white discourse merges with the white appropriation of Nelson Mandela’s legacy. But that’s a thought for another day.)

While observing South Africa this past month through the lens of Mozambican television, I have thought back to what friends and family in South Africa have had to say about my current and previous sojourns in Mozambique. I have been asked to help locate property for them to buy, or to recommend holiday destinations. I’ve been told “we’re coming down to Maputo, see you there?” (I am currently about 800 km from Maputo). People are surprised to hear me talk of drought where I am, because they had heard of floods (believe me, Mozambique is plenty big enough to accommodate all flavours of inclement weather). The people whose remarks I paraphrase here are mostly well educated and on the left end of politics. They are the kind of people who would cringe at the mention of “respectful” Malawians or “well spoken” Zimbabweans. But where Mozambique is concerned, it’s as if we don’t even have the slightest clue how stereotype the people, so it’s all about the environment: the beaches and the prawns. I’m not going to make a spurious connection between holding such attitudes and setting people on fire. But the expressions of support and acts of charity would appear that much more sincere if the well-meaning people behind them did not insist on regarding Mozambique as a coastal suburb of Nelspruit.

Mozambicans have their stereotypes of us too. South Africa is “a terra do Rand” – the land of the Rand. Here in rural Sofala province, a house built of bricks and tin rather than mud and thatch is likely to represent years of South African pay packets, and recollections of time in South Africa are more likely to include reminiscences about white bosses than about black neighbours. One former migrant spoke of starting out in “a zona negra de Soweto” (the black zone of Soweto) before graduating, as it were, to a job in Johannesburg’s northern suburbs.

Watching Mozambican TV you could come away with the impression of a South Africa divided simply between the people of good will with their pots of rice, and the people of Goodwill with their knobkieries and pangas: a view that is as oblivious to our own tempestuous politics of class and identity as we are typically blind to Mozambique’s own internal variety and variances. Recently I got a lift with some civil servants who when they heard where I was from, expressed the same outrage at the events of the last few weeks that I have heard from every Mozambican I have spoken to. Once again I could offer little in response other than to agree that events have shamed South Africa: it would have seemed ungracious in the circumstances to start picking over the complexities that have been discussed in South African media and which say more about South Africa than about Mozambique. My travel companions generously made clear that they didn’t hold me responsible for the killings.

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