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Jay Naidoo: If I was Born in India, I Would Want to be an “Untouchable”

Fighting for JusticeJay Naidoo, former General Secretary of COSATU and human rights activist, recently met with Ashok Kumar Bharti, the Chairman of India’s National Federation of Dalit Organisations. Naidoo describes India’s caste system, which discriminates against Dalits and “untouchables”, as being a “terrible form of apartheid”, adding that were he born in India he would probably be a Dalit fighting for social and political freedom. Naidoo is the author of Fighting for Justice.

I met a fascinating comrade Ashok Kumar Bharti. He is the Chairman of the National Federation of Dalit Organisations. A Dalit is a member of what across South Asia were the “untouchable or outcaste population”. This was a huge group of population that today numbers over 200m that have been historically discriminated against in a way I can only describe from my personal experience is a terrible form of apartheid. In the context of traditional Hindu society, Dalit status has often been historically associated with occupations regarded as ritually impure or manual work such as cleaning streets, latrines, and sewers

The founding father of the fight of against untouchability – the Mandela of this cause was Dr B.R. Ambedkar, a jurist, philosopher and social activist who sparked the fight for the rights of the Dalits and who won over Mahatma Gandhi to this cause that saw the Indian Consitution in 1950 outlaw discrimination based on caste.

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Video: Amanda Coetzee Reads from Bad Blood

Bad BloodAmanda Coetzee reads from the prologue of her debut crime novel, Bad Blood, which Mike Nicol says “doesn’t let up for a moment… it’s a rollercoaster ride that’ll have your pulse pounding. I finished it in a sitting.”



Here’s the text of Amanda’s reading:

7 June 1985
Brighton Fairground, 8.36 p.m.

Swallowing the acid taste of bile and fear, the woman pushed forward into the crowd. She gripped her son’s hand tightly, aware of the irony that she was only moments from letting him go. The sounds of the fairground, reminiscent of happier times, seemed jagged and tuneless to her screaming nerves.

Her eyes darted wildly as she searched for the gentle blue eyes of the old man who worked the Waltzers. Despite his faded tattoos and dirty jeans, there was a kindness that radiated from him like a soft mist onto the kids who queued for his ride. She had watched him from the shadowy corners of the fairground as the neon lights illuminated his ready, if tired, smile.

She took a deep breath and crouched to look directly into her son’s troubled eyes. There was already a watchfulness around the corners, and her throat tightened at its cause and her inability to protect him.

Forcing a smile, she palmed him two pounds and motioned towards the Waltzers.

‘Here you are, love, I know it’s your favourite and there’s enough for three rides. Happy birthday.’

The boy smiled before narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.

‘Go on, son, I’ll be watching, but stay on the ride till I come and get you.’

Squeezing him tight, she slipped a single piece of paper into his pocket and watched his tiny frame, dwarfed by the ride, struggle to climb into the still-rocking car. She stared as the Waltzer picked up speed and began to rotate faster and faster, throwing the boy from one side of the carriage to the other. She continued to watch him, till he became a blur of movement and colour, listening for his sudden laugh over the sound of slot machines and sirens.

Hiding the sound of his whooping deep within, she finally turned away, hearing the unmistakable sound of her heart snap. She moved blindly into the crowd, soon swallowed by the darkness and the silent keening of her grief.

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Tweet! Win a Copy of Nechama Brodie’s Inside Joburg

Inside JoburgStand a chance to win a copy of Nechama Brodie‘s Inside Joburg by visiting Pan Macmillan’s Facebook Page and leaving a comment on your favourite place in Joburg, or by tweeting your favourite Joburg destination with the hashtag #InsideJoburg. Go, Go Go!



Here are tweets from those who’ve entered so far…


…and here are some of our own tweets about Joburg’s hot spots taken from Brodie’s book. Call it a mini #InsideJoburg Twitter guide!

Did you Know: In the 1950s, Nelson Mandela lunched daily (Meal: Mince Curry) at Kapitan’s restaurant on Kort Street, near his law offices.less than a minute ago via Facebook

Did you know: Johannesburg covers a geographical area slightly larger than that of Greater London – some 1644 km2,… than a minute ago via Facebook

recommends the sinful Bundt cakes, mini lemon meringues & Brioches at Moemas than a minute ago via TweetDeck

The Best of Joburg: Bean There-have a cup on the premises together with a small snack or pastry… than a minute ago via TweetDeck

A day out with the Family visit the National Museum of Military History! @brodiegal than a minute ago via TweetDeck

Museum Africa (121 Bree Street) houses an astonishing collection of Africana, historical images and artefacts @brodiegalless than a minute ago via TweetDeck

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E-reader Competition Special: Excerpts from Mushy Peas on Toast and The Thirtieth Candle

Mushy Peas on ToastThe Thirtieth CandleWin an e-reader and a hamper of ebooks with Pan Macmillan and Marie Claire! Click here for the details on how to enter – and read on for excerpts from two of the books that you can win.

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Mushy Peas on Toast follows the trail of a typical Jo’burg gal – Peas – who works hard and plays hard. Life is going well until she breaks up with her long-term boyfriend, and with the help of her extravagant Italian flatmate, begins a journey of self-discovery:

Back on the wagon

I am back in the dating game. After just a month. This has taken even me by surprise. I officially got lucky on Saturday – smooch lucky. With a guy called Hansel. Handsome Hansel is Austrian. It happened in a dark corner of Manhattan, a place for drunk, single people.

If he’s sensible, he won’t phone me again. But it’s all right if he isn’t sensible, I feel like a little roll in the hay, actually. I miss intimacy and am sick of hugging a bottle in order to find some. However, a month on from our unofficial divorce, I have hit my first getting-over-Anthony obstacle. He’s going on a date with someone from his bloody polo club. Apparently, as Bennet claims, but I take this information with a pinch of salt, she has a moustache.

So I’m not going to blow the fireworks they potentially have out of proportion. Plus she swings a polo mallet around. A moustached mallet-swinging bird. I will not panic.

It does, however, feel like I’ve been impaled in the stomach with a blunt instrument. When I first heard the news, I couldn’t breathe for an hour. My colleague Dierdra had to take me to the Radium Beer Hall during lunch for a double gin and tonic. Needless to say, after another two gins, I started breathing normally again.

It sorted me out because I’m reeling with resentment. I will now date with a vengeance. Guilt-free. I worried for a brief second that Anthony would feel hurt that I’m already dating, but if he’s out on the prowl then I’d better get out there too – even if I’m not quite ready. There’s no way he’s allowed to move on before I do. That is way too humiliating. Last night I went out with Austrian Hansel to prove to myself that I’m now really on the market.

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In The Thirtieth Candle, thirtieth birthdays loom… Skeletons come creeping out of closets… How will this birthday end? Linda has just cast off yet another lover, while Dikeledi can’t seem to pin her fast-talking lawyer down to talk about marriage. Nolwazi has a secret – one she can’t share, even with her closest friends, while Sade has found the perfect man, and a new life that will shut out the horrors of her past forever. Or will it?

Linda was the first to arrive. She parked beneath the carport next to Sade’s Mini Cooper, and grabbed her cellphone to check on Nolwazi and Dikeledi. To her distress, Nolwazi’s phone was still off.

It was already six thirty. Was she with her secret lover? Linda hoped not. The man sounded like pure poison. There was a lot about Nolwazi’s relationship with him that Linda did not understand, especially the fact that he was a secret in the first place. Linda was very bad at keeping secrets, but she had promised Nolwazi never to mention the man to Sade or Dikeledi. The sheer effort of it made her want to gag.

She tried Dikeledi, who confirmed that she was on her way. As Linda walked up to the front door of Sade’s classy, modern cluster, the door opened before she knocked.
“Hi, girl. Looking good,” said Sade, offering Linda a warm hug.

“Thanks, you too. This whole engagement thing agrees with you.”

As Linda made herself comfortable on one of Sade’s cream leather ottomans, she noticed that Sade had changed her curtains. In place of her old, standard white linen curtains she had fitted glorious designer curtains made with a mixture of creamy organza and toffee-brown taffeta material. The results were quite impressive. The house looked elegant from every angle. Sade had always had good taste, and now, with the new job, she seemed to have launched into a serious style offensive.

“Your home looks really great, Sade. Do you have some Chardonnay while we wait for the girls?”

“Oh, wine is something that I don’t stock these days. Winston is not much of an alcohol person.”
“Well … yes, but you are.”

Sade pursed her red lips. “Ja, but … you know how it is in a relationship sometimes.”

“What? Are you pretending to be something you’re not?” asked Linda.

“Hey, wena. You’re always jumping to conclusions. Let’s go to Woolies quickly and grab some wine without an interrogation please.”

“Now you’re talking.”

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Win an eReader and eBooks for Summer Reading with Pan Macmillan and Marie Claire

It’s time to unwind. There’s nothing more satisfying than getting lost in a captivating book. Be it at the beach, beside the pool, or wrapped up at home this holiday, don’t miss out on your chance to win some spellbinding holiday reads and an eReader with Marie Claire.

The ebooks hamper from Pan Macmillan will include these great reads:

Emperor Can WaitMushy Peas on ToastMy Brother's BookOn the Other Side of ShameSummer of the BeesThe Thirtieth Candle

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Win a Signed Copy of Jay Naidoo’s Fighting for Justice

The Just Cause

Fighting for JusticeTo stand a chance of winning one of 10 signed copies of Jay Naidoo’s Fighting for Justice, simply visit the Facebook page linked to via the image above and click the “Like” button. You’ll automatically be entered into the draw!

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Nechama Brodie Commits Facebook Suicide

Inside JoburgThe author of Inside Joburg was sick and tired of being inside Facebook, having to put up with its privacy wafflings and other vagaries. She finally decided to get out:

Send no flowers. My Facebook profile is dead. A little after midnight, on Monday May 31, I permanently deleted my Facebook account. I even made a Facebook suicide playlist, starting with The Clash (Should I Stay or Should I Go) and ending with — well, it couldn’t really be anything else, could it — Sinatra’s My Way.

I realised, even before I pushed the “kill” button, that my Facebook suicide would not be a particularly big deal to the site’s 26-year-old co-founder Mark Zuckerberg, with his estimated personal fortune of $4-billion. And I’m confident not too many of the nearly 500-million other Facebook users will even notice I’m gone. Although my mother has said she’ll miss me. Most of my friends acted as though I’d suggested they give up smoking. Although none of them smoke anymore, now that they have kids and houses and bonds and digital family photo albums.

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