Yesterday
was a day to reflect on what has happened in the 40 years since the Swissair
flight from Zurich dropped me in South Africa. The airport was called Jan Smuts
Airport. It is now called Oliver R. Tambo International Airport.
I found myself finally in Africa. I had
dreamed of coming here since I was a university student with a dear college
friend from Zimbabwe named Mutizwa Chirunga. I saw no jungles or wild animals.
Johannesburg is a lot like Denver. It is 6000 feet above sea level. Even 40
years ago it was amazingly modern. I had no hotel reservations. I sighted a
shuttle with a familiar name-Holiday Inn. I got on and was taken to the hotel
that still exists to this day. I checked in and rested. That night I went down
to the hotel dining room. Ironically it was called "The Confederate
Room." I met two incredible British people named Graham and Sue Harris. We
became fast friends.
Early 1981 was a heddy time for South
Africa economically. Gold went to $800 US per ounce. One South African Rand
equaled $1.00 US. (As of this morning you would need 14.25 South African Rand to
buy a dollar.) It was also a sad time when Apartheid was still in place.
Africans and Indians were hit with terrible discrimination. Chinese, on the
other hand, were called "Honorary Whites" and treated decently.
After five days in the hotel, I rented a
room in the home of a wealthy woman architect in the upscale suburb of
Northcliff. Her name is Barbara Broadhurst. We stayed friends for many years
afterwards.
I worked at an insurance brokerage named
Price Forbes Federale Volkas. I had an Audi company car with all expenses paid.
I lived the life of white privilege with servants in the house, etc.
I soon learned that all was not well in this
seeming "paradise." South Africa was engaged in its own Vietnam war
in Angola and Southwest Africa (later Namibia) The six o'clock news often
contained reports of young men killed "on the border."
Fear and unease permeated the air. South
Africans believed a scenario about the Soviets taking over South Africa. In
their minds, a large fleet of Russian Navy ships would appear off the coast of
South Africa. The Soviet equivalent of the US Marine Corps would storm ashore.
Russian aircraft armed with nuclear warheads would circle overhead. An
ultimatum would be given: "Surrender or face nuclear annihilation."
The US and Europe would view these events
as deeply disturbing. They would not come to South Africa's defense because
they would not see it worth starting World War III. All would be lost.
I soon found a life with a different
party every night. It was,as the old saying goes: "Eat, drink and be merry
for tomorrow we may die!" If a man met a woman and did not try to take her
to bed on the first date, his sexual orientation was questioned. Under the
puritanical laws and attitudes was a wild sexuality. Everyone, South Africans
know how to party and have fun!!!
Let
us fast forward 40 years. South Africa survived the difficult transition to
black majority rule. It has some economic and political problems. The crime
rate is high. It is surviving and viable. My old employer is still going
strong. It is listed on the Johannesburg Stock Exchange as Price Forbes (Pty)
Limited. My company Waltradecc is still active in South Africa. All the old
buildings that I knew well are still around. My beloved Indian restaurant The
Curry Tavern is long gone. Anna you and I still have an investment presence in
South Africa. It is good to have a story with a somewhat happy ending.