Letter of Cry to Mandela

[A pimp named Sarkozy]

Wouw,i just read this from the Business day paper....................as i said WHHHHHHOOOOOOOA!

DEAR Tata. I hope this letter finds you well. I am not well. Tears came to my eyes as I read news of the imminent arrest of Sunday Times editor Mondli Makhanya and deputy managing editor Jocelyn Maker. I am not exactly sure whether I was crying for Mondli or for myself or for our country, or for you in particular. I was probably crying for all those things, and more. You see, Tata, the foundations of our democracy have never been shakier, the credibility of our justice system never more suspect, the institutions of state never more compromised and our public culture never more hateful as it is now, under your successor Thabo Mbeki.

He has single-handedly taken this country to its most perilous moment. He has become a god unto himself, accountable to no one but himself. He fires, suspends and punishes those who stand in his way. Everywhere I go, people are shaking their heads in disbelief. “What has gone wrong with this man?” they ask.

I will not presume to comment on the legalities of the cases and the dismissals of high-level African National Congress (ANC) cadres such as Jacob Zuma, Nozizwe Madlala-Routledge, Billy Masetlha, Vusi Pikoli, and now Makhanya. These are just the state’s most public victims.

That is what dictatorial regimes do — they isolate individuals and punish them in public in order to demonstrate that they will not tolerate dissent.

You know from your experience, Tata, that power knows no limits. Stalin showed us that not even the most loyal comrades were beyond the gulag.

Power jails, power silences, power banishes and power ultimately kills those who are a threat to it. Power is conscious of itself, but power is most dangerous when it is unconscious of its actions or when its actions take on a certain automation.


The reflexive instinct to punish takes over all faculties. Public perceptions and consequences be damned. For a while there have been rumours that the wolves are circling around Makhanya. I do not think there is a journalist more hated by Mbeki’s regime than him. This is because he has dared to expose the depravity at the heart of Mbeki’s government. Now we hear that Makhanya’s and Maker’s cellphones had been tapped.


When news broke that the SABC had a blacklist of certain commentators, I said any state that blacklists its citizens was only a step away from a**a**inating them. Someone called me the other day under the guise of a journalist seeking commentary about the leadership succession race in the ANC. But I could immediately sense that I was talking into a tape. Maybe I am being paranoid. But how could I not be paranoid when there are allegations of links between the highest offices in our land and the criminal underworld. The very things that were done to us — the reflexive instinct to punish through imprisonment — have become the order of the day in this land right at its birth.


To paraphrase the scholar Achille Mbembe, we have forgotten that this democracy was born at the edge of the grave. I read Justice Malala’s plea in the Sunday Times for ordinary South Africans to stand up and express their outrage. But it is his conclusion that scared me so much: “When, one day, we open our eyes and our mouths, our children will not have a country to live in. This country will be a Zimbabwe because we allowed Mbeki and his cronies to rape it.”


Those of us who can run will, of course, run, if we can get out before the wolves get to us. Yet another writer, Jacob Dlamini in The Weekender, described Mbeki as “one of the pettiest presidents SA is likely ever to know”. And this is based on the view that Mbeki uses state institutions to persecute anyone who mildly disagrees with him. In the short space of time since you stepped down from the presidency, Tata, the state itself has become indistinguishable from the individual. This is a disgrace for a country that was held aloft as the beacon of freedom, democracy and justice just a decade ago.

But how did we fall so quickly from grace? Where are the good men and women of the ANC? How could they allow their senses to be deadened this way? How could they connive in the dismemberment of the very project everyone gave up so much for? How could people who were so brave under apartheid just cower under one man? What is it that they know that we do not know?


I am writing this letter, Tata, to say you are our last hope, our only chance. You cannot watch silently while your successor deliberately pulls apart everything you and your departed comrades so carefully put together. Your voice would reverberate across this land, across this continent and across the world. Your voice, Tata, could help avert evils that are certainly going to be visited on the people of this country by a power-mad bunch in the Union Buildings. Your voice could pull this country from certain ruination. Your voice could save our lives.


Regards, Xolela Mangcu
n Mangcu is executive chairman of the Platform for Public Deliberation

http://www.businessday.co.za/articles/opinion.aspx?ID=BD4A587926

[VirginPussy]

HEAVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVvY...now someon plz tell me the story. dnt knw much abt it. heard it on the news on monday i think. wagwan? put me on...plzzzzzzzzz

[rob_one]

Sunday Times editor Mondli Makhanya and his deputy Janyce Maker are expected to be arrested for the alleged theft of medical documents alleging that dear old Manto abused staff and drunk herself into a stupor while staying at a Mediclinic in Cape Town in 2005.

The documents were not stolen. They were offered to the ST by an undisclosed source, after Die Beeld turned them down. A High Court Judge has already ruled that the ST was correct in publishing the story as it was in the public interest.

There have also been allegations that Makhanya and Maker's phones were tapped by cops told to 'dig up dirt' on them.

Interesting article, above. And for the record, f*** Manto.

[The Angry Hand of God]

Mangcu  has managed to say what I a**ume most of us have been thinking for a while now. He managed to say it without the anger that we all probably feel seeping through and that is quite an accomplishment.

I just wonder if Mandela actually still holds any clout though, beyond being a symbol of hope and forgiveness.

Me thinks not.

[Blizzard]

A very intersting article indeed, big ups to Mangcu for speaking the truth. Ppl in the ANC are keeping quiet for fear of being victimized and the whole propositional represantation, which means that as a cabinet member, ward councillor ect u are accountable to the party, NOT THE VOTERS is just a way of making sure that everyone tows the party line but the decision are taken by the president who "acts in the best interest of the party".

[king daniel]

in this sick and twisted game of checks and balances
who shall we elect to direct the narrative
contemporary icons of truth struggle and war
it's just one of the reasons while we trouble the law
seems majority don't see any light beams in the sky
azania ruled by crooked cops corrupt recievers of bribes
long time since we seen they disguise
continue tellin poor people they lies through public policy framework
but when it all falls down they still puttin they name first
the bitter taste's worse than most jagged little pills
all sorts of scandals have occured but they have this simple skill
of confusin the ma**es and
contradictin the freedom charter's political standpoints
these are the types of peeps i would hand joints full of hash
till they call you a threat like one who singlehandedly caused a stockmarket crash
pa**engers on gravy planes with pockets full of our cash
travelgate's wide open for them and they fam
you'd think that it's an executive scam
so check it my man this is how we expand

eureka!
you must be the mad damn speaker
rap for free but need new sneakers
used to drive five seaters
now i walk kilometres
and the sun burn like a heater

i'm saying big things are gwon they usin some as a fall guy
then after that future opportunities all die
it could happen to you or i
so keep issues of privacy in mind
or you perpetually blind to the ways of members of the house
if you got a bone to pick let it all come out
otherwise you silent like an abused spouse
we seen the ma** floorcrossing
to say the least it's jaw dropping
especially under these circumstances
chances are that we faced with in a society that's blatantly racist
they acquiring arms like it's a civil war
and they ready to face it
but when asked they can't comment due to binding ties
so everytime it comes to deciding sides
i stay focused on progression like when writing rhymes
like cops should when fighting crime
and remember to never openly critisize
cause even mp's get marching orders when they say too much
so be careful of smiles on the faces of those who made you lunch
rather close your fist and make a punch
it's high time they wake up and realise that they state is stuffed

eureka!
you must be the mad damn speaker
rap for free but need new sneakers
used to drive 5 seaters
now i walk kilometres
but i can still run like a cheetah

[afterbirth]

although in fairness mangcu may also be pushing his own (or master's) agenda... he got batho bonke shares from tokyo sexwale worth R5 million...

[king daniel]

you can't climb table mountain from the top down
learned this years ago when i became a dropout
started writin scripts comin up with hot sounds
i could tell you about crime but not now
this was before the ill style got found
never the less i sever the best with elegant sets and
never forget the root of where i came from
ec where most youths have they aims wrong
throughout all hardships we've stayed strong
cause it's survival of the fittest in this business
we commitin acts you thought you'd never witness
plus supplying heads with the latest equipment
and you know from therr on it's history
tell it like it is the man drops epiphanys
listenin to us good for your creativity
in the springtime we holdin down the fort hare
cause the main objective is keeping the thoughts clear
negative mindstate won't get caught therr
and i swore i'd never walk around with short hair
cause conforming to the system is a waste of time

400 years we've been ostracised like joan of arc
by the same peeps who ripped our bones apart
most of them shortarmed as bonaparte
but be on the lookout this is our mode of art

it's the way we hold it down in this day and age
with all the functional units to play the game
no golden crowns just belong to an amazing race
put a little bit of work in and make some papes
been to destinations most have just considered
with a sweet tasting tempo while you bitter
we killin microphones turntables and mixers
whatever's left out's adressed in the next tune
plus it's more than what you heard on the neptunes
it affects crews cliqs families units
just some young guns on a mission to make music
buckled under pressure but didn't lose it
reason for that is divine intervention
you'll pick it up if you reside in this section
one of those who didn't sign x in elections
at school i was often sitting in detention
without trial
and error young ppl can never learn
we sparkin the type of fires that forever burn
just pay your dues and focus son you'll get your turn

400 years we been ostracised like joan of arc
by the same peeps who ripped our bones apart
most of them short armed as bonaparte
but be on the lookout so the show can start

[The Angry Hand of God]

you can't climb table mountain from the top down
learned this years ago when i became a dropout
started writin scripts comin up with hot sounds
i could tell you about crime but not now
this was before the ill style got found
never the less i sever the best with elegant sets and
never forget the root of where i came from
ec where most youths have they aims wrong
throughout all hardships we've stayed strong
cause it's survival of the fittest in this business
we commitin acts you thought you'd never witness
plus supplying heads with the latest equipment
and you know from therr on it's history
tell it like it is the man drops epiphanys
listenin to us good for your creativity
in the springtime we holdin down the fort hare
cause the main objective is keeping the thoughts clear
negative mindstate won't get caught therr
and i swore i'd never walk around with short hair
cause conforming to the system is a waste of time

400 years we've been ostracised like joan of arc
by the same peeps who ripped our bones apart
most of them shortarmed as bonaparte
but be on the lookout this is our mode of art

it's the way we hold it down in this day and age
with all the functional units to play the game
no golden crowns just belong to an amazing race
put a little bit of work in and make some papes
been to destinations most have just considered
with a sweet tasting tempo while you bitter
we killin microphones turntables and mixers
whatever's left out's adressed in the next tune
plus it's more than what you heard on the neptunes
it affects crews cliqs families units
just some young guns on a mission to make music
buckled under pressure but didn't lose it
reason for that is divine intervention
you'll pick it up if you reside in this section
one of those who didn't sign x in elections
at school i was often sitting in detention
without trial
and error young ppl can never learn
we sparkin the type of fires that forever burn
just pay your dues and focus son you'll get your turn

400 years we been ostracised like joan of arc
by the same peeps who ripped our bones apart
most of them short armed as bonaparte
but be on the lookout so the show can start

Where can I get hold of your music? I've got some of the stuff you did with the Cessmen from Thabo, but I think I owuld like to hear more.

[king daniel]

turning heads
is difficult as sleeping in a burning bed
i might as well say fcuk hiphop since you've heard it's dead
but rather do something a little less absurd instead
that's how you improvise on new and better ways of earning bread
after a long absence it's the welcome return
hell some have burned out but don't doubt me for three seconds
these efforts to stall our progress have proved all too fruitless
like infertile scary dogmothers cause the youth stress
you already know the horror story behind that
now it's time to step up with proper defiant raps
highly involved in syndicates of beat hijacks
catch me in art galleries call em creative graveyards
on some banksy leaving signs to make the whole page scarred
and if all else fails always pull a racecard
cause witnessin a lyricist as interestin as this is bliss
so if you lose hope then write it down like doctor's scripts
nothin they do seems to be able to stop this isht
i'm clawing my way out the grave simply to dance on top of it

it's the return of the prodigal son
droppin a ton of impossible stunts
buckshot without coppin a gun
return of the prodigal son
droppin a ton of impossible stunts
just hot cause he poppin for fun

we get our information from essential sources
still rockin militant like special forces
if all else fails then light your torches
cause he paid dues without any crash courses
we got plans to run game for more than a minute
doin this like platinum phonecards with no limit
and got new flavours for dj's to exhibit
no he won't quit rap and join the parliament
when away they askin where the artist went
you talkin race son but all your cards is bent
commercial budget on your track that can't be spent
he don't even wanna know about the rest of it
just get on a mic device show how to bless the script
it's obvious to most we still got finesse and isht
while you in soome glossy video lookin stressed a bit
remember how it was back then we doin that now
make you wonder how we produced that fat sound
none of that bullrappers who just act loud
just remember what i told you danyell back out
 
it's the return of the prodigal son
droppin a ton of impossible stunts
buckshot without coppin a gun
return of the prodigal son
droppin a ton of impossible stunts
just hot cause he poppin for fun

listen this here chant it gwon straight number one
while the government sell diamonds and guns   x2

we doin this for fun
we don't want no guns
better tell ya dawta and ya son

[Nar8iv]

Is there an update on this case, I missed the news last nite

[king daniel]

after an escape from the eastcape we got caught on a beat tape
before suckas heard the beat they was burned by the heatrays like damn!
all these great styles to confirm what you already suspected
this is the tried and tested ressurected and perfected priceless stock
that's been collected by enthusiasts the world over
messin with it a tall order like a country with small borders
trying to expand. provide an email to get spammed on the next plan
makin the simple appear hard late nights you might
catch me stumbling blindly near bars it's clear art
has become somewhat of an elitist pursuit
might have a lot to say but at least it's the truth
we'll even come to your office where you're leaving your suit
these are the fruits of many years in the trenches
a whole new taste to adjust your senses
and for another day we'll save the censors
it's mostly applause and chaos at any sweatbox entered
so all else becomes lesser
big shoutout to the mic session blessers
yessis

lick a shot for the eastcape
home of our favourite liqourspots where we stayed
old school like beat tapes from dj's
even though
things aren't the way they was these days
we sleep late as a keepsafe
waitin on a release date    x2

this is the tip of the iceberg spittin precise words though
we live in a white world when written our rhymes work
it started off as a hobby now it's what you wan copy
but if you sloppy you'll get dropped like a jockey on the field of play
drop hits without delay so what them got to say
used to live in camps bay? but it's not like beacon or bonza
hey! hiphop has got them believen they untouchable even
leavin them teethin. we do this till old age
while kids play games like soul blade
beatin us or thinkin of it is so played
come to the eastcape we got no cold rain
so face the facts where we from the crowd hates your act
daniel add injury to insult then he takes it back
in oxford street we so tribal we'd prolly break your mac
that's how we livin and make dough
don't see me for a while i'm most prolly in vincent
brainstorming a great show
this type of underground really lay low
so all new jacks are encouraged to take notes.

lick a shot for the eastcape
home of my favourite liquor spots where we stayed
old school like beat tapes by dj's even  though
things aren't the way they was these days
we sleep late as a keepsafe
waiting on a release date   x2

bridge: cau me se daddy won't you please
run cross the border
cause we runnin out of fresh drinkin water
find a cow which is fit for the slaughter
cause i'm marryin ya best friend dawta    x2