On 20 February I attended the Launch of the Wits Centre for Diversity studies (WiCDS) held at the Wits Art Museum (WAM) in Braamfontein Johannesburg. The visual activist Gabrielle Le Roux had invited me along to her joint exhibition with Zanele Muholi called “Queer and Trans Art-iculations: Collaborative Art for Social Change” which was also running at the same time.
We were an hour late and I told my partner Petrus that hopefully we just missed the boring Speakers. LOL
When we arrived I was met with Gabriel Khan and Zazi Dlamini who were standing outside WAM to escape what would seem like hot air either from the speakers or the air-conditioning that was not up to scratch. I guess it was the air-conditioning.
Gabriel was smartly dressed with his rather tailored looking jacket and cocktail-sipping-pose while having a glass of wine. I told Gabriel that both Petrus and I felt a bit overdressed. Gabriel was dressed smart as apparently he is “notoriously single”.
We strolled into one of the atriums of WAM which was usually occupied by a restaurant type setup but which had been converted into a make-shift jazz bar with a podium, minus the smoke and dim lights of course. Galleries like their clinical lighting. Spare the Drama, the art pieces should possess such.
One of the things that I realised was that the atmosphere was very informal. It was basically a bunch of intellectuals, artists, academics, activists, students, artists etc huddled around a podium and people were casually having low volume conversations while somebody was rambling the Thank You’s. I actually found this to be weird. I thought that it would be a hushed space where people would attentively be listening to the speaker while keeping their mouths shut. I found their disregard of the speaker to be disrespectful.
Social activist, Speaker, Researcher (gulps for air) and analyst Nomboniso Gasa came up next to speak. The first thing she asked is why as a black woman she is not listened to and that she is told to shut up. She reprimanded the audience for being disrespectful and demanded that everybody listen as SHE was talking. I was immediately amused by this. Here we had a woman, no a Black woman demanding respect and not making any excuses or being apologetic about it. I loved it!
Nomboniso wondered why in a country like SA we only have a certain way of looking at Culture, at religion, gender and sexual orientation. Each person’s interpretation of being is subjective but it does not mean that it is always wrong. When a man rapes a woman the Man might see himself as having taken advantage of a woman but the woman sees it as rape. She mentioned the racism incident at Free State University and criticised it’s rector and management for enforcing their views and their world of thought on affected parties without looking at respective interpretations and looking at evidence. Duh. We have all seen the headlines of the two white students who allegedly drove over a black student after attempting to plough into three other black female students. Let us not even begin with the adverts that were placed for “non-affirmative action” student accommodation!
In a country like South Africa we have the tendency these days to avoid or side-step the ugly issue of racism. We gloss over it with our Rainbow Flag and 11 official languages but underneath it all the stench of inequality and discrimination still prevails. In Afrikaans we always say “blink kant bo, stink kant onder” (shiny side up, stinky side under)
Culturally, Nomboniso wondered why a black woman from Rural Eastern Cape would be required to act a certain way, speak a certain way when in fact each person has their own way of interpreting their culture. It is their bodies after all. Then there was that moment when Nomboniso said that she is tired of whiteness and she is tired of studying it. I so wished my friends Kwezilomso or Sekoetlane were there to hear that one!
Nomboniso critiqued Helen Zille for saying with the whole Agang party Saga that Mamphela Ramphele has once again demonstrated that she cannot be trusted. Yesterday we had Zille and Ramphele kissing yet today we have a white person implying that a black woman could not be trusted to begin with. “If that’s not racist then I don’t know.” Said Nomboniso.
Nomboniso strongly criticised President Zuma for his views on what being an African is and nevermind what it is to be South African. After a group of Black Female intellectuals had told him that his views are very neo-colonialist he dismissed their arguments and called them ‘Clever Blacks’. We know how dangerous ‘Clever Blacks’ are to an oppressive government that bows to the whims of Neo-colonialists!
Nomboniso paid homage to Sally Gross and how this tireless activist for transgender and especially intersex rights had a very lonely journey and struggle. (You can read a great story on Sally Gross Written by Maureen Isaacson here) Nomboniso mentioned an incident on Facebook where Sally had been confronted with a highly transphobic person who said she must remove herself from the person’s page. Sally responded that she has killed herself repeatedly from pages, from people’s lives. She said that she was here to stay and if this person wanted her to go off his page this person knew which buttons to click.
What made me laugh the most about Nomboniso was that she said that WiCDS Prof Melissa Steyn and entourage were mad for starting a centre like this. She knew that she would publish commentary sooner or later saying that they didn’t know what they were doing. LOL talk about being blunt! Nomboniso said that there would be people in this country who would be uncomfortable with such a centre. The centre is opened at a difficult time with the Father of Multiculturalism Stuart Hall having passed away. Stuart Hall had spoken about a certain Queasiness, about being uncomfortable when dealing with Racism and multiculturalism. Sooner or later when one wants to change things you’d have to get uncomfortable.
Meeting Gillian Schutte
I had seen Gillian Schutte at Joburg People’s Pride in 2013 and I was so busy prancing around in my sculptural technicolour Dress that I didn’t have time to meet Gillian Properly who was documenting the event.
While listening to speakers I noticed Gillian and when I had the chance I tapped her on the shoulder asking “how’s the chicken farmer doing?”
Now that would be a insane thing to ask someone especially when meeting them for the first time but let me explain.
Gillian has quite a diverse career history whether from banking to being a writer; film-maker; waitress and yes Gillian was also a chicken farmer. Gillian said that this career diversity usually ran parallel with her choice in Partners or Lovers. This I knew long before meeting Gillian thanks to Facebook but we all know it just doesn’t beat meeting someone face to face.
Even when I had arrived at WAM I already had the feeling that I needed a drink especially after battling the roads to avoid e-Tolls. Gillian asked a bunch of students if they knew a good watering hole close by and they suggested the Great Dane. So off we went with my man and Gillian’s friend Sue Kemp in the back of the bakkie and Gillian and I chatting away all the way down 2 or three blocks. An issue with not paying our cover charge with our bank Cards changed our course and we ended up in Kitchener’s Bar.
Kitchener’s is a very interesting Space where Colonial themes of the past are the backdrop of a joint with very much an African vibe and great African Music.
My first impression of Gillian was that she is very down-to-earth in fact if she was more down-to-earth she’d probably be a pancake. At WAM Gillian and I had started talking about the victims of the Marikana Massacre, their families as well as other communities negatively affected by mining activities. Working in the Mining industry Gillian and I could relate with each other’s stories.
Gillian still couldn’t believe that I’m a transgender person working in a very masculine industry. In an industry where women have only recently been included, talk of having inclusivity of Transgender people is unheard of.
I must admit that I was lucky in getting my job and that I battle and resist patriarchy on a daily basis. Even my boss who is a Black woman says: “It’s a man’s world” I say Fuck That.
Amongst Gillian’s many talents she is actually quite a good palm reader. She looked intensely at my palm and said that up until the age of 7 I was my Full self, true. I have two lives but one of them is slowly fading away, true. I will travel somewhat but not as much as others, better than nothing I guess? There is a place that has to do with my ancestors that I will return to at a later stage in my life, hmmm interesting. Lastly that I am a highly artistic and sensual person, definitely! Gillian Gave me a beautiful “African Renaissance” Deck (No it’s Deck) of Cards where instead of Kings, Queens and Jacks there were four Southern African Cultures on them namely the Zulu, Xhosa, Ndebele and Swazi People. Instead of Diamonds; Clubs; Spades and Hearts the cards had Clay Pots, Beads, Shields and Huts on them. It’s quite thoughtful when somebody gifts you with something special when meeting you for the first time.
After an interesting night of meeting friends for the first time, fortune-telling, Dancing to Reggae and getting a crash course on respect it was time to go home. I honestly don’t know why I’m not living in Joburg, maybe it’s because living in a small town grounds me and makes me vigilant of the struggles other’s face daily.