Let the Forum for Black Journalists be
I haven’t weighed in on the noise about the Forum for Black Journalists, whose racist admission policy was recently declared unconstitutional by the Human Rights Commission. Since the story broke days after my rant about white racists exploded into a raging inferno, I had been toying with the idea of using the FBJ issue to make a similar argument against black racists. But I admit, I was weak. I felt swamped by — and tired of — the subject of racism. Another reason I desisted is expressed well in this excellent editorial on the reaction to the ruling, by political analyst Prince Mashele.
What both whites and blacks in our country seem incapable of, however, is to subject racial questions to rational thought. And unfortunately, this failure leads to an automatic expectation of racially solidaristic approaches to issues of race. As a result, simplistic formulas take the place of dispassionate analysis — so commentary on racial questions becomes predictable and a platform to parade racial correctness.
Whenever race issues arise, one can easily tell whether it is a white or black person commenting, not on the basis of accent or style of writing, but based on their unconcealed preference for racial solidarity over sound argument.
It’s this kind of approach that has made blacks who dared to raise critical questions about the FBJ’s racial policy to be quickly labelled “coconuts”. In the same vein, a white person expressing sympathy with black people is generally interpreted as a buyer of favour. Is there nothing like a race-neutral mind?
This question makes me sorry I didn’t post my position on the FBJ. In my view, as a white journalist, it has every right to exist, and every right to exclude whites. Why should I care? I feel the same about white racist groups. If they want to congregate and burn crosses and do what white supremacists do, that’s their problem. In their case, I’d only object when they start committing crimes. When it becomes harrassment, assault or murder, we have a problem, but that problem does not affect the right to freedom of association or freedom of expression.
Similarly with the FBJ. If they feel the need to have a racially-exclusive club because they prefer to think in terms of race and solve problems based on racial analysis, that’s their loss, not mine. I think it’s rich of people who support such organisations to claim racism in others, but that’s also their loss, not mine.
Here’s my objection to the FBJ, though. I have a serious problem that a senior political figure agreed to meet with them in a closed, off-the-record session. If you’re going to have discussions with exclusive groups, by all means do so. The FBJ wouldn’t be the first group of limited membership and special interests to meet with the government or the ANC. But then disclose what was discussed.
You see, there’s an important feature of the constitution that is often overlooked. The function of a constitution is to bind government, and protect citizens. The constitution explicitly says so, making only specific provisions, “where applicable”, binding on other persons. For binding citizens, we have the statute books — regular law — which serves essentially the opposite function.
So while the FBJ has a clear right, in my view, to associate however it wishes, that Jacob Zuma meets behind closed doors with an explicitly racist body strikes me as unconsitutional discrimination on the part of Zuma. Especially since, at the time, he was refusing to grant interviews to most other journalists. His argument might be that he was acting in his capacity as ANC president, not as an agent of goverment, but that seems like a weak defence.
Zuma’s meeting with them, not their existence or constitution, is my main problem with the Forum for Black Journalists. And I disagree with the Human Rights Commission’s ruling.
Is that point racially neutral enough?















Brilliant article!! I fully agree with your views and perception, on the FBJ. I also agree with you that the Human Rights Commission’s ruling was wrong!
best wishes
Johan Eloff
I neither agree nor disagree. One very fundamental flaw in the whole (FBJ)debacle is its basis. Continous reference to these colours (Black, White, Yellow etc.)only serves to perpetuate what we have come to know as racism.If we are going to talk about racism then we need to consider its origins. People were niether black, white nor any colour for the matter. My forefathers were of the Zungu clan and of the Zulu tribe, and this is how they they described themselves-not as black. In fact,being black meant being in mourning. Early 1800’s dictionaries have a defination and asociation of the word “black” that makes my stomach turn. If UShaka KaSenzangakhona could arise today and find his great nation calling itself black there would be hell to pay. FBJ must first be aware of the stigma asociated with “black”, which is part of the reason they are likely to be undermined. I am a Zungu,a Zulu, and an (African?), but not black. Iknow some people whose faces turn pale when I say these words-What do you say?
My face is pale…
But seriously, I must agree that national or clan association is a lot less insiduous than racial definition. Still no basis for discrimination by the state, but it seems to me a far more natural way to identify oneself.
My own experience is fairly similar. I consider myself Dutch, and tied in some way to the history of a particular region in the north of that country, where I’ve only spent five days of my life, but where ten generations before me lived. Yet I also consider myself South African. I am part of it, and it is part of me. These associations are far stronger than any racial identity, and while I might join an organisation of South Africans or Dutch expats, and feel I belong, I would never feel at home in a “white” organisation, whatever its purpose.
One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. ”
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: “He lives in a home with ten children - he’s trying to catch up on his sleep.”
I cried from laughter
Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.
I want contact details for SOMEONE in the Forum for Black Jounalists.