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The Soweto Uprising • 16 June 1976
On 16 June 1976, South African schoolchildren in Soweto marched to protest being forced to learn in Afrikaans — the language of their oppressors. Police opened fire. Hundreds of students were killed in the months that followed. The uprising radicalised a generation and marked the beginning of the end of apartheid's social control. June 16 is now Youth Day in South Africa.
This week's archive piece uses the Soweto uprising as a reference point for examining why states and institutions seek to depoliticise student unions, connecting historical student resistance to contemporary attempts to suppress it.
scarp
The steep face of a slope of hill
honestly yall just gotta be comfortable reading books that make you feel stupid
read books that you don't understand. read books where you have to pay attention. read books that make you reread a page eight times to figure it out. read books that you need to take notes on. read books with words you have to google. read books that don't make sense without research on the setting. read books that make you feel stupid because otherwise you'll just be stupid.
Lack of evidence
During the retrial, the defendants were barred from explaining the wider political context of their action. According to the Guardian, they could not discuss their opposition to Elbit, the war in Gaza or their stated intention to prevent harm. Outside the court, supporters holding placards about jury rights were arrested.
For real.
In England and Wales, you do not need to be convicted of a terrorism offence to be sentenced as a terrorist. A court can find that an ordinary criminal offence meets the definition of terrorism under the Terrorism Act 2000 – a broad definition that includes serious damage to property carried out for a political or ideological cause, where one purpose is to influence a government.
Four activists may become first protesters in Britain to be sentenced as terrorists without being convicted of terror offences
“The four protesters sentenced today destroyed over 40 Israeli weapons, including killer drones, which are used in almost every massacre of Palestinians in Gaza. By taking direct action, they saved lives. That is not terrorism, it is a duty. Today’s ruling will be appealed to correct this serious miscarriage of justice.”
Four activists may become first protesters in Britain to be sentenced as terrorists without being convicted of terror offences
(Image credit: Illustration by Stephen P. Kelly / Getty Images)
Forty years I watched Mrs. Rebecca Snooke capsizing. Profusion of days killed her in the end ...She taught me how it is to be human. Kind, unkind, agile, halt, forgetful, almost sick with memory.
Tottering, two-legged, stilt-gaited beasts. Only at a distance I can see them whole. Up close, they steeple over me, eclipsing the sun. Pale pompion heads lurching across the sky. As if the beeches had walked down from the the Hanger ...I still doubt the stability of the species.
Margate
Events can be picnics. Or they can be catastrophes. Last week in Margate, the beach packed, Auntie Margaret saw the latter. Auntie Margaret watches too much TV about cataclysmic social destruction and she figured we had come upon a vast displacement - refugees of an unthinkable disaster further up the coast.
Its a pretty colour, I thought. The marigold trauma blankets. I also wondered where all the women and children were.
"They've shaved them already, poor things," said my cousing Stuie, who is soft-hearted/
Just then Auntie Margaret shrieked. One of them had snuck up behind her. He was offering her a flower and some beads. And also, a blessing.
"I just can't believe how well they were taking it," Auntie Margaret said later.
Sweet and cloying through the dark air: puss-purr of leopard, footfall of padding bear, Palm-pat of nodding ape, square hyena waiting For laughter, laughter, laughter.
My self… is a dramatic ensemble. Here a prophetic ancestor makes his appearance. Here a brutal hero shouts. Here an alcoholic bon vivant argues with a learned professor. Here a lyric muse, chronically love-struck, raises her eyes to heaven. Here papa steps forward, uttering pedantic protests. Here the indulgent uncle intercedes. Here the aunt babbles gossip. Here the maid giggles lasciviously. And I look upon it all with amazement, the sharpened pen in my hand. A pregnant mother wants to join the fun. ‘Pshtt!’ I cry, ‘You don’t belong here. You are divisible.’ And she fades out.
Paul Klee
that Penguin (2010) by Anita H Lehmann
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