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The Nightwatchman extends the literature on colonial photography and dress by exploring the representation of black men in South African portraiture. The Nightwatchman: Representing Black Men in Colonial South Africa brings into focus African men in colonial uniforms as a subject of portraiture. While colonial governments co-opted and conscripted Africans into military and policing services, it was after the Zulu defeat of the English in the battle of Isandlwana that a genre of photography developed around images of the 'Zulu warrior' and 'Zulu policeman'.
In this illustrated collection of essays, Hlonipha Mokoena extends the literature on colonial ethnographic photography by creating a narrative of nightwatchman portraiture from the rich archive of images. Although the origins of this genre lay in the representation of 'Fingoes' (amaMfengu) during the frontier wars, she argues that the spectacle of the Zulu male body was inaugurated after the last Zulu king, Cetshwayo, was photographed as a posing subject.
While much research has focused on the African man employed in emasculating labour or as a functionary of settler power, this book shifts debates about how the body moves in history. Placed in uniform, the male subject becomes aestheticised and admired. Mokoena focuses on the sartorial selection processes and co-optation of colonial aesthetic culture that constructed the idea of the Nonqgqayi or nightwatchman as a fully formed photographic presence. The beauty captured in these images upends conceptions of colonial photography as a tool of oppression.
Two plays that follow the writers Can Themba, Bloke Modisane and Langston Hughes based in the DRUM era of 1950s Johannesburg.
Siphiwo Mahala delves into the lives of iconic figures from South Africa's tumultuous past in this remarkable collection of plays. The collection opens with 'The House of Truth' which explores the complexity of Can Themba, a fearless journalist, playwright and poet living under an oppressive apartheid regime. The one-man play weaves together elements of Themba's life and career, recreating the excitement and pathos of the DRUM era, South Africa's first magazine for a black audience, and his neighbourhood, Sophiatown in Johannesburg, before it was destroyed by apartheid legislation. Themba is brought back to life as an ordinary person with human flaws and attributes both tragic and inspirational.
In the second play, 'Bloke and His American Bantu', Mahala brings to life the extraordinary lives of Bloke Modisane, a South African writer exiled in London, and Langston Hughes, the renowned American poet. This two-hander play celebrates their remarkable camaraderie and intellectual exchange. Through a reimagined correspondence, the play deftly explores how a simple friendship blossomed into a catalyst for international solidarity and cultural exchange across continents, from Africa to the UK to America.
The plays explore the intersections of identity, creativity and resistance. With wit, poise, and unflinching honesty, they bring to life the triumphs and struggles of these remarkable men who left an indelible mark on their worlds, and celebrate the human spirit's capacity to persevere, inspire and uplift.
This book examines the impact of coal mining on the lives of former-labour tenant and rural communities in post-apartheid South Africa. No Last Place to Rest: Coal Mining and Dispossession in South Africa is an exploration of the ongoing struggles faced by families whose lives have been upended by the relentless expansion of coal mining operations in the Mpumalanga and KwaZulu-Natal provinces. These regions, burdened with the task of fulfilling the nation's energy needs and boosting the country's economy, witness daily the harsh realities of land dispossession that extend far beyond the mere loss of property.
Dineo Skosana presents a compelling argument that dispossession remains a present-day reality and crisis, contradicting the notion that it is merely a relic of the past in the post-apartheid landscape. She challenges the narrow perspective that measures land loss in material and economic terms only. By considering the impact of grave relocations - a common occurrence in these mining-dominated locales - she demonstrates the profound spiritual anguish and dehumanisation communities endure as their lands are excavated and families lose their sacred connections with their ancestors. Skosana argues that the act of dispossession of both the living and the dead from their land wounds the collective soul of a people, eroding their cultural heritage, collective identity and sense of belonging.
The Empire does not require that its servants love each other, merely that they perform their duty.
In pursuit of the nightwatchman across the centuries and vagaries of colonial and imperial policies, one constant remains – no matter the race and ethnicity of the nightwatchman, the battles over the ‘soldier of fortune’ remained largely pecuniary. As stated in earlier arguments, the assumption in much of the literature on colonial conflict and warfare is that colonial and imperial governments invested and expended large amounts of money and resources in defence of the colonial empire or territory. As the lives of David Stuurman, Andries Botha, Johnny Fingo and now ‘Cash’ demonstrate, the opposite is true. Colonial and imperial governments were loath to spend money on warfare, especially when the prize was a scattered and incoherent conglomeration of colonies and republics. The defence of the colony, it has been demonstrated, rested on the shoulders of black and brown men who were often paid meagre wages and were awarded measly booty to engage in the dangerous and capricious business of war work. Even when there was what could be called a formal declaration of war – the Anglo-Boer War, World War I and World War II – the participation of black and brown men was largely still contingent, informal, and ultimately auxiliary.
PHOTOGRAPHS OF CETEWAYO. – We have received from Messrs. Marion and Co. three photographs of Cetewayo and his wives taken on board the s.s. ‘Natal’ by Messrs. Crewes and Van Laun, of Capetown. Comparing these undoubtedly authentic portraits of the unfortunate monarch with those which have previously appeared in the illustrated papers, we have a striking instance of the superiority of the camera over the pencil in securing accurate delineations of feature and characteristic expression. We must say that poor Cetewayo has just cause for complaint against the artists who have endeavoured to pourtray [sic] him in our illustrated serials.
The pictures of Cetshwayo taken on the deck of the British steamer the SS Natal are iconic. They have appeared in several accounts of his reign. Specifically, they are used to illustrate the end of the Zulu kingdom and the 1879 exile of Cetshwayo to Cape Town. As a moment of photographic capture, Cetshwayo's image also fits into the continental and regional story of the photographing of captured monarchs and rulers. In her book, Photography and Africa, Erin Haney dedicates several pages to what she terms ‘Majestic Prerogative’. As she perceptively notes, ‘sending African rulers into exile was part of colonial expansion particularly wellsuited to spectacle and these events were often ceremoniously photographed for posterity’.
When John William Colenso wrote about the ‘official record’, he meant a report titled The Kafir Revolt in Natal in the Year 1873: Being an Account of the Revolt of the Amahlubi Tribe Under the Chief Langalibalele and the Measures Taken to Vindicate the Authority of the Government: Together with the Official Record of the Trial of the Chief and Some of His Sons and Indunas. It is the contents of this report that prompted him to pen his own counter report – a minority report, to be sure. His first line of attack was that the imprimatur and status accorded the ‘official record’ were premature and self-serving. He began by stating that although the Kafir Revolt in Natal, especially the ‘Introduction’, was purported to have been written and published independently by the publishers Keith and Co., ‘it is thought to exhibit in many places strong signs of an official pen’. From the beginning, then, Colenso announced that what he was about to perform was a textual and forensic analysis of the way in which the ‘official pen’ had sought to vindicate the authority of government by unfairly trying and banishing Langalibalele.
The ‘Preface’ of Colenso's Remarks explains not just his scepticism regarding the official report but sets out his motivation for speaking on behalf of the deposed chief. As with the transcript of the trial of Andries Botha, the frontier dandy and a mission station convert, the military tribunal emerges as a tool used by a colonial government to at once remind the accused of his vanishing life as a ‘warrior of empire’ while at the same time silencing him by refusing him legal representation.
No one had looked forward to the commencement of the American Civil War as much as Frederick Douglass, the former fugitive slave, abolitionist and newspaper editor. The schism between North and South and the South's rebellion against the Union warranted decisive and violent action to teach the South a lesson. In Douglass's thinking, the ‘arm of the slave’ was the most appropriate tool to use against the machinations of the slaveholder. He noted that:
Only a moderate share of sagacity was needed to see that the arm of the slave was the best defense against the arm of the slaveholder. Hence, with every reverse to the national arms, with every exulting shout of victory raised by the slaveholding rebels, I have implored the imperiled nation to unchain against her foes her powerful black hand.
But, more importantly, the ‘black hand’ would once and for all deal a death blow to slavery in America. It was, to his mind, a righteous war, conducted for the sake of the enslaved. The old republic, governed by the Fugitive Slave Act and the Dred Scott decision, would be buried under the rubble of savage war and a new republic would rise out of the ashes. He told his expectant audiences:
I urge you to fly to arms, and smite with death the power that would bury the government and your liberty in the same hopeless grave.
Lao She begins his 1939 novel Rickshaw Boy with a description of rickshaw pullers that is useful as our starting point. He writes, ‘I’d like you to meet a fellow named Xiangzi, not Camel, because, you see, Camel is only a nickname. After I’ve told you about Xiangzi, we’ll deal with his relationship with camels, and be done with it.’
The city of Beiping [now Beijing], has several classes of rickshaw men: first are those who are young, energetic, and fleet-footed; they rent handsome rickshaws, put in a whole day, and are free to come and go as they please. They stake out a spot at a rickshaw stand or by a manor gate and wait for people who are looking for speed. If luck is with them, they can land a fare right off, earning as much as a silver dollar or two. But if luck passes them by, and they do not make enough to pay for that day's rental, well, so what? This group of running brothers has two ambitions: one is to land a job as a private hire; the other is to buy one's own rickshaw, to own one outright. Then it makes no difference if they get paid by the month or pick up odd fares, since the rickshaws are theirs.
The subsequent images of rickshaw pullers of different ages and circumstances do not create a pretty picture.
He then pointed out that he, who worked many hours administering the law for Government, had no salary; he had a good mind to stop doing this work and go back to the mines where he used to earn ten pounds a month as a ‘boss-boy’.
In 1940, Max Gluckman – the famed founder of the Manchester school of anthropology – published the article, ‘Analysis of a Social Situation in Modern Zululand’, in which he described what looked, superficially, like the opening of a bridge in Northern Zululand. The events took place in pre-apartheid South Africa, known then as the ‘Union of South Africa’. On the surface, the ceremony seems to oscillate between the strict protocols of officialdom and the informalities that emerge with prolonged contact between those in power and the people over whom they rule. For Gluckman, this was the meaning of a social situation.
A social situation is thus the behaviour on some occasion of members of a community as such, analysed and compared with their behaviour on other occasions, so that the analysis reveals the underlying system of relationships between the social structure of the community, the parts of the social structure, the physical environment, and the physiological life of the community's members.
As might be expected of this approach to culture and society, Gluckman spends most of the article describing who belonged to which community or social structure, and his preference was for distinguishing between ‘European’ and ‘Zulu’ even though he admits that, by virtue of daily and continuous contact, all could be called ‘Zululanders’.
It is very curious to see the cast-off clothes of all the armies of Europe finding their way hither. The natives of South Africa prefer an old uniform coat, or tunic, to any other covering, and the effect of a short scarlet garment, when worn with bare legs, is irresistibly droll. The apparently inexhaustible supply of oldfashioned English coatees, with their worsted epaulettes, is only just coming to an end here, and is succeeded by an influx of ragged red tunics of franc-tireurs, green jackets, and much-worn Prussian grey coats. Kafirland may be looked upon as the old clothes-shop of all the fighting world, for, sooner or later, every cast-off scrap of soldier's clothing drifts towards it.
How much has been concealed, how much has been defended in Aprons! Nay, rightly considered, what is your whole Military and Police Establishment, charged at uncalculated millions, but a huge scarlet-coloured, iron-fastened Apron, wherein Society works (uneasily enough); guarding itself from some soil and stithy-sparks, in this Devil's smithy … of a world?
The interstitial lives of the frontier dandies, David Stuurman and Hermanus Matroos, epitomised the contradictions of freedom, manhood, nationhood and autonomy in colonised, borderland identities. Their association, at various times of their lives, with Christian missions meant that their militancy and belief in the righteousness of their actions was tinged with the spirit of redemption. We turn now to a different kind of biography, that of a levy recruited for his fighting prowess.
As every adult male among them possessed at least a musket and a horse, and they looked to me as their immediate protector, I now found myself in the novel situation of a petty ‘border chief’; being able to muster upwards of thirty armed horsemen (including our own party and the six Hottentot soldiers) at an hour's notice. We therefore considered our location perfectly secure from any serious attack of the wild natives in the vicinity.
The conventional history of the Cape Colony has created the impression that the emergence of what Stanley Trapido evocatively called ‘Hottentot Nationalism’,2 and the institutionalisation of Islam, were two separate and distinct processes. In military terms, however, the imam and the missionary, the mosque and the chapel, were adjacent. The recruitment of men of colour into military service implicated both Islam and Christianity. Colonial categories such as ‘Mardijckers’, ‘Bastaards’, ‘Pandoers’ and ‘Hottentot-Bastaards’ conceal a history of religious compromise and accommodation.3 The argument offered here concerns the role played by religion and faith in the Dutch and British military policies towards black and brown men. Since the extant literature contains ample historiographical references and accounts of warfare, I will not attempt to replay every colonial conflict. Instead, I concentrate on the biographies of the men of colour who were recruited into military service.