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</front><body><![CDATA[ <p><a name="top"></a><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="4"><b>A    native of nowhere: the life of South African journalist Nat Nakasa, 1937-1965</b></font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"><b>Ryan Lenora    Brown</b></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Fulbright Researcher,    Department of History, University of the Witwatersrand</font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p>&nbsp;</p> <hr size="1" noshade>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"><b>ABSTRACT</b></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">This article examines    the life and work of South African journalist Nat Nakasa (1937-1965), a writer    for the popular news magazine <i>Drum</i>, the first black columnist for the    Johannesburg newspaper the <i>Rand Daily Mail</i>, and the founding editor of    the African literary journal <i>The Classic</i>. He has long lurked on the fringes    of South African historiography, never playing more than a bit part in studies    of early apartheid-era journalism, literature and intellectual culture. Indeed,    the specifics of his life have been overshadowed in both popular memory and    academic study by the potent symbolism of his death, frequently evoked as a    marker of the destruction wrought on black intellectuals by National Party rule.    Nakasa committed suicide in exile in the United States at the age of only 28.    Drawing on interviews, newspapers and magazines, memoirs, government surveillance    documents, and personal papers, this article aims to fill in but also to complicate    this legacy. In a broader sense, it also seeks to show how biographical narrative    can be employed to cut across time periods, movements, perspectives, and geography,    providing an important reminder that every history is peopled by the sprawled    and frequently contradictory lives of individuals.</font></p> <hr size="1" noshade>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"><b>Introduction</b></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">On a warm July    morning in 1965, South African writer Nat Nakasa stood facing the window of    a friend's seventh floor apartment in Central Park West.<a name="top1"></a><a href="#back1"><sup>1</sup></a>    In the distance he could likely make out the spire of the Empire State Building,    a sharp reminder of just how far he was from home. Less than a year earlier,    Nakasa had taken an 'exit permit' from the apartheid government - a one-way    ticket out of the country of his birth - and come to Harvard University on a    journalism fellowship. Now he was caught in a precarious limbo, unable to return    to South Africa but lacking citizenship in the United States. He was, he wrote,    a 'native of nowhere ... a stateless man &#91;and&#93; a permanent wanderer'.<a name="top2"></a><a href="#back2"><sup>2</sup></a>    Standing in that New York City apartment building, he faced the alien city.    Then he jumped. He was 28 years old.<a name="top3"></a><a href="#back3"><sup>3</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Nakasa's suicide    stunned a wide circle of writers and artists in South Africa and the United    States. Musician Hugh Masekela, who attended the young journalist's funeral,    remembered the event as seminal in his own exile experience, the moment when    he first had 'the realization that we all might die overseas'.<a name="top4"></a><a href="#back4"><sup>4</sup></a>    Particularly jarring to Masekela and others close to Nakasa was that his death    came on the heels of a brisk and markedly successful career. In the decade preceding    his suicide, he rose to become a senior writer for South Africa's most circulated    black news magazine, <i>Drum,</i> served as the first black columnist at a prominent    white newspaper, the <i>Rand Daily Mail,</i> and founded a literary journal,    <i>The Classic,</i> to showcase African writing. By the time he was in his mid-twenties,    he had been published in the <i>New York Times</i> and offered a scholarship    to hone his craft in the Ivy League. But as for so many South Africans of his    generation, leaving his homeland was not simply a matter of deciding to go.    It was also a matter of deciding never to come back. Not yet thirty years old,    Nakasa had to look into his future and say that being legally barred from his    homeland was a price worth paying to see the world beyond its borders.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Drawing on source    material for a full-length study of Nakasa, this article examines the trajectory    of a man whose life and legacy are intimately connected to two of the most buzz-worthy    terms in modern South African history - apartheid and exile. It does so, however,    in ways that resist the narrow band of emotional experiences that these words    are frequently made to evoke. In large part because of how Nakasa died - far    from home and stripped of his South African citizenship - his life is frequently    distilled into a simplistic tale of the National Party's crushing defeat of    black talent in the 1960s. But close study reveals a far more complex narrative.    For if apartheid ultimately forced Nakasa out of South Africa, the system also    lent his life and writing the urgency and dark wit that defined both, pushing    him constantly to clear ambitious professional hurdles before the laws and policies    of National Party rule could catch up. And if exile provided the impetus for    his suicide, it was also a dazzling educational and social opportunity for a    black South African who had never attended university or travelled outside of    southern Africa. Far from being static, two-dimensional evils, apartheid and    exile were fluid and multi-faceted experiences for Nakasa that cannot be easily    or starkly categorized.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">In scholarly works    about early apartheid-era journalism, literature and intellectual culture, Nakasa's    name is sometimes evoked to demonstrate the corrosion of the black artistic    community in Johannesburg or to provide a clever quote about black urban life.    But he has long lurked on the fringes of this historiography, never given more    than a bit part in the wider narrative.<a name="top5"></a><a href="#back5"><sup>5</sup></a>    This essay begins to redress that silence, and in doing so complicates both    the history of the so-called 'Sophiatown generation' of artists and writers    and the narrative of early resistance to apartheid. Biography lends itself particularly    well to such goals because of human life's stubborn resistance to fitting neatly    into any historical category. People straddle movements, time peri-ods, perspectives    and places, throwing the history they were a part of into a new and vibrant    light, forcing us to see it from different angles.<a name="top6"></a><a href="#back6"><sup>6</sup></a>    By mapping Nakasa's life onto the historical structures that surround it then,    this paper aims to expand understanding of both. In doing so, it seeks in part    a more complete answer to the question of how he found himself in that New York    City window in July 1965, desperate to the point of no return. But human life,    like history, cannot be read backwards, and so any study on Nakasa necessarily    begins with an acknowledgement of the contingencies that animated both his life    and the period of South African history through which it moved.<a name="top7"></a><a href="#back7"><sup>7</sup></a>    As he once wrote of his years in Johannesburg, 'people live haphazardly, in    snatches of a life they can never afford to lead for long, let alone forever'.<a name="top8"></a><a href="#back8"><sup>8</sup></a></font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"><b>The Gospel of    Self Help: Durban, 1937-1957</b></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">On 12 May 1937    London erupted in celebration. That morning King George VI and his wife, Queen    Elizabeth, were crowned in a lavish ceremony that the <i>New York Times</i>    declared was 'the most expensive one-day show in the history of modern society.<a name="top9"></a><a href="#back9"><sup>9</sup></a>    From Manchester to Hong Kong, in the metropole and its farthest flung possessions,    streets jammed with cheering crowds, celebrating the newest figureheads of the    British Empire. That same day, at the outer reach of the Commonwealth, in a    township outside Durban, South Africa, Nathaniel Nakasa was born.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">That Nakasa's life    began at a moment so intensely global was in some senses tell-ing, for his youth    was shaped in large part by the tremendous historical moments that intersected    it. Born on the cusp of World War II, he was eleven years old in 1948 when South    Africa's National Party came to power on the platform of total segregation,    or apartheid. Although that event would in the coming decades profoundly alter    the country - and by extension Nakasa's life - that transformation was neither    sudden nor linear. Instead, the laws and policies enacted by the National Party    during its early years in power lurched the program of apartheid forward piecemeal,    slowly chipping away at the limited rights and freedoms that Africans had been    granted for generations.<a name="top10"></a><a href="#back10"><sup>10</sup></a></font></p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">The experience    of Nakasa's own family was indicative of this phenomenon. Both of his parents    were mission educated and moved to Durban in the early 1930s to take their place    among the small but growing urban African middle class. His mother Alvina worked    as a teacher, his father Chamberlain as a typesetter and writer, and by the    mid-1940s the young couple had five children.<a name="top11"></a><a href="#back11"><sup>11</sup></a>    For the family itself, that small measure of prosperity was attached to a web    of deeply held views about the value of individual upliftment and political    moderation as paths to racial equality in South Africa. Steeped in the ideology    of self-help and economic autonomy advocated by the black American leader Booker    T. Washington and others across the African diaspora in the early twentieth    century, those beliefs so influenced Chamberlain that, in 1941, he published    a short treatise on the subject entitled <i>Ivangeli Lokuz' Akha,</i> or <i>The    Gospel of Self-Help.</i> Written in Zulu and English, the slim volume described    the state of the African race, 'a race at the infant stage of its growth', for    an audience of both educated blacks and sympathetic whites.<a name="top12"></a><a href="#back12"><sup>12</sup></a>    It called upon well-heeled Africans to take responsibility for drawing their    race toward Christianity and modernity, while also embracing the aid and guidance    of liberal whites.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">The tenability    of this life philosophy, however, began to disappear as Nakasa came of age,    and it was within this shifting of registers that his own perspective on race    took shape. In 1953, two years after he began his studies at Zulu Lutheran High    School, a mission school in the rural Zululand town of Eshowe, the government    passed the Bantu Education Act, codifying apartheid in the realm of education    and dictating a series of crippling regulations for black mission schools. Before    Bantu education could catch up with Nakasa, he completed his Junior Certificate    and left school.<a name="top13"></a><a href="#back13"><sup>13</sup></a> At the    end of 1954, at the age of seventeen, he returned to Durban to find work. There    he spent a year bouncing from job to job before two childhood friends, the young    writers Lewis Nkosi and Theo Zindela, helped him secure a position as a junior    reporter at <i>Ilanga Lase Natal,</i> the popular Zulu-language weekly founded    by John Dube at the turn of the century.<a name="top14"></a><a href="#back14"><sup>14</sup></a>    Within two years, his reportage had drawn the interest of Sylvester Stein, the    editor of the popular Johannesburg monthly <i>Drum.</i></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Founded in 1951    by Jim Bailey, the wealthy son of Randlord Sir Abe Bailey, <i>Drum</i> was a    young player on the black journalistic scene. White-owned but nearly entirely    black-written, it came of age with Nakasa's generation and expressed the escalating    anger of young Africans living under apartheid. By the time Nakasa came to Stein's    attention, the magazine was the most widely circulated publication of its kind    on the African continent with 240,000 copies of each issue printed.<a name="top15"></a><a href="#back15"><sup>15</sup></a>    That broad appeal lay in part in its ability to reach across class lines in    the black community, peddling elegant literary journalism alongside gossipy    celebrity portraits, sensationalist crime pieces and lovely cover models. Like    the world it served as a mouthpiece for, the magazine entangled itself deeply    in the quotidian, creating a chaotic and unfocused portrait where the immediate    realities of poverty and racial exploitation ruled above nearly all else. Such    a style appealed strongly to Nakasa and when Stein offered him a job there in    late 1957, he quickly accepted.</font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"><b>'A Clearly Ugly    Town': Johannesburg, 1957-1964</b></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">By the time Nakasa    moved to Johannesburg to work at <i>Drum,</i> the magazine's chaotic envisioning    of black urban life had launched the careers of a cadre of talented black writers    and photographers including Henry Nxumalo, Can Themba, Peter Ma-gubane, Ernest    Cole, Todd Matshikiza and William (Bloke) Modisane. Educated at the moment when    segregation cohered into apartheid, these men carried themselves brashly, rejecting    their literary predecessors as conservative and woefully romantic, lacking the    bite to respond to the dangerous world they inhabited. They saw themselves as    an extension neither of an older black South African literary tradition nor    of the community of white liberal South African novelists like Alan Paton, but    rather in the mould of the Harlem Renaissance. They were, they believed, figures    at the crossroads of a literary and social revolution that could redefine the    meaning of blackness one photograph, short story or jazz piece at a time.<a name="top16"></a><a href="#back16"><sup>16</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">These men wrote    - and lived - with a breathlessness born of their youth and their constant struggle    to outrun apartheid. But the system was quickly closing in on their intellectual    freedom. In 1950 the South African government had passed the Suppression of    Communism Act, a bill whose stated purpose was to ban the South African Communist    Party and control the dissemination of Marxist doctrine within the country.    The law, however, defined communism in part as 'any doctrine ... which aims    at bringing about any political, industrial, social, or economic change within    the Union by the promotion of disturbance or disorder' or 'encourag&#91;es&#93;    feelings of hostility between the European and the non-European races'.<a name="top17"></a><a href="#back17"><sup>17</sup></a>    This sweeping definition stretched to accommodate nearly any anti-apartheid    activity and the Act became a central legislative tool through which the state    snuffed out resistant voices throughout the 1950s and 1960s. For writers, who    left a paper trail of potentially implicating stories wherever they went, it    was particularly dangerous. As Mongane (Wally) Se-rote described it, the possibility    of being banned as a communist forced writers into the awkward task of 'showing    the evils of apartheid without directly condemning it.<a name="top18"></a><a href="#back18"><sup>18</sup></a>    Darting around the outskirts of the permissible gave rise to a biting, witty    and indirect style of writing in the pages of <i>Drum.</i></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Although the Suppression    of Communism Act kept Nakasa and the other <i>Drum</i> writers from addressing    racial politics head on, details of the personal impact of apartheid on black    South Africans saturated their journalism. 'However much we tried to ignore    them', wrote <i>Drum's</i> first editor Anthony Sampson, 'in South Africa all    roads lead to politics'.<a name="top19"></a><a href="#back19"><sup>19</sup></a>    Nakasa's own attempts to address peripherally the country's politics led him    to an even-handed and understated prose style - dispassionate and often subtly    ironic. His writings from the early years of his career in Johannesburg reveal    a perceptive observer, one with a roving eye who cast his gaze across the breadth    of what he called 'a clearly ugly town' and took it down in snapshots - a spat    between rival gangs of taxi drivers, the brewing of illegal homemade liquors    in the townships, the suicide of a popular boxer.<a name="top20"></a><a href="#back20"><sup>20</sup></a>    Wherever you went in black society, his writings sug-gested, apartheid never    lurked far from the edge of the frame.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Simply describing    black life under apartheid, however, was at best an indirect challenge to National    Party rule and the <i>Drum</i> writers' lack of frontal political engagement    was a major point of contention for some members of the activist community.<a name="top21"></a><a href="#back21"><sup>21</sup></a>    Thabo Mbeki, then a young African National Congress member, later conceptualized    the gap he saw between the two groups by describing a moment when they collided.    One day - probably around 1960 - the teenage Mbeki saw Nakasa walking along    a Johannesburg street and offered him a ride home. But when Mbeki asked for    directions to his house, the writer, likely drunk, could not tell him which    way to go. For him, Nakasa's disorientation was symptomatic of the larger refusal    of intellectuals to engage politically with the apartheid system. 'Yes there    was something of a rebellion, of a refusal to be identified, to be ghettoized,'    he said. 'But then there's a small problem - you get a Nat Nakasa who doesn't    even know where he lives'.<a name="top22"></a><a href="#back22"><sup>22</sup></a>    Where he lived, of course, was not only at a township address outside Johannesburg,    but also in the world that racial division had created. For Mbeki, Nakasa had    conflated his disdain for racial discrimination with true revolution, and thus    rendered himself all but useless in the broader fight against apartheid.</font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p align="center"><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"><img src="/img/revistas/kronos/v37n1/04f01-02.jpg"></font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">The conflicts between    black activists and <i>Drum</i> writers like Nakasa, however, paled in comparison    to the increasing rigidity of government repression against both groups. On    21 March 1960, sixty-nine PAC protesters were killed by police in a peaceful    demonstration against the pass laws in the township of Sharpeville, outside    of Johannesburg. On 30 March, the government declared a State of Emergency,    granting itself wide-ranging powers to quell dissent, and the following week,    it banned both the ANC and the PAC, forcing activists to slip underground or    out of the country.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Sharpeville not    only changed the tenor of apartheid resistance, it also dragged South Africa    into an international spotlight. And increased international attention on South    Africa also brought with it a marked interest in the lives of the country's    Africans. In 1961 <i>The New York Times</i> magazine solicited an essay from    Nakasa, which ran on 24 September beneath the headline, 'The Human Meaning of    Apartheid'. Flipping between reportage and personal narrative, the piece crafted    an image of a country where, 'however distinguished an African may become, there    is no hope of escaping his black skin'.<a name="top23"></a><a href="#back23"><sup>23</sup></a>    The prose, like most of Nakasa's work, was levelheaded and understated, preferring    to describe scenes - a man being arrested for not having a pass book, a sign    posted outside a government building with a sign declaring 'DOGS AND NATIVES    NOT ALLOWED' - rather than directly attacking the apartheid apparatus. Beneath    the surface coursed a quiet rage. As he explained to his American readers, the    National Party's fa&ccedil;ade of a neatly divided South Africa - one where    white and black could live mutually-exclusive existences - had created a ticking    time bomb.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">When Nakasa wrote    of Africans' escalating fear and sense of powerlessness, his general language    veiled just how close to home the issue had become for him. Already nervous    about government crackdown, in the State of Emergency after Sharpe-ville <i>Drum</i>    faced stark options, either severely limit its political content or be banned    completely. Although <i>Drum</i> photographers had been the only photojournalists    on the scene of the massacre, the emergency regulations blocked them from publishing    their account of the shooting for more than six months.<a name="top24"></a><a href="#back24"><sup>24</sup></a>    And in the July 1960 issue of the magazine, Nakasa reported on a cadre of ANC    activists involved with the anti-pass campaigns who had gone into exile in Basutoland.    In the fifteen-hundred words of the piece, he never mentioned the word Sharpeville.<a name="top25"></a><a href="#back25"><sup>25</sup></a>    Forced into a kind of journalistic amnesia, Nakasa and <i>Drum</i> struggled    to convey the magnitude of apartheid resistance in a country whose government    was intent on pretending it did not exist.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">This chokehold    around the country's news intensified a problem already building in the <i>Drum</i>    offices - retaining writers in a country that refused to let them write. Over    the previous three years, the sardonic former <i>Drum</i> editor Sylvester Stein,    as well as Nakasa's fellow writers and friends Todd Matshikiza, Arthur Maimane    and Bloke Modisane had slipped into exile in Europe. And one of his closest    friends, Lewis Nkosi, had gone to the United States to participate in a journalism    fellowship at Harvard. Denied a passport, Nkosi had accepted what was known    as an 'exit permit', a document that gave him the legal right to leave South    Africa as long as he signed away his citizenship and agreed never to return.<a name="top26"></a><a href="#back26"><sup>26</sup></a>    With the government and police hovering low over the activities of dissidents,    the antics of a black writer's life in Johannesburg began to feel for many like    they simply were not worth the tremendous danger they posed.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">The initial wave    of black writers going into exile, however, left a vacuum of leadership that    Nakasa quickly exploited. In early 1963, at the age of twenty-five, he announced    to his shrinking circle of colleagues that he intended to found a literary magazine    to showcase African writing. By that time Nakasa had been in Johannesburg for    more than five years, enough time to recognize that black literary production    in the city had few outlets. The labour-intensive process of bringing a book    to life, from editing to printing to advertising and distribution, required    the financial backing of a white publishing house. But liberal English-language    presses were practically nonexistent in South Africa. This meant that for a    black writer to be able to publish a novel or similar work in the 1960s, he    or she had to have strong international connections and know how to appeal to    a largely European audience. In these conditions, few black South African writers    managed to get book projects off the ground.<a name="top27"></a><a href="#back27"><sup>27</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">With publishing    houses largely out of reach, magazines remained the sole option open to most    black creative writers. Aside from sporadically published literary journals    and a handful of left-wing political magazines that accepted fiction, there    were few places that even published short stories and poetry. <a name="top28"></a><a href="#back28"><sup>28</sup></a>    As Nakasa intended it, his magazine - named <i>The Classic</i> after a popular    downtown shebeen - would step in and help fill this niche. It was to be published    quarterly as a collection of stories and poems written by Africans, a term he    took broadly to mean anyone from the African continent, regardless of race or    exile status.<a name="top29"></a><a href="#back29"><sup>29</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Before the magazine    expanded into anything more than an idea, it hit its first snag: finances. Without    seed money of his own, Nakasa turned to the United States. About two years earlier,    Nakasa and Nkosi had met an American academic named John (Jack) Thompson, an    English professor and the chair of a philanthropic organization called the Farfield    Foundation that bankrolled artistic and cultural projects around the world.    Travelling through Africa, Thompson had been impressed by the vitality of the    writing scene in South Africa and by Nakasa and Nkosi in particular.<a name="top30"></a><a href="#back30"><sup>30</sup></a>    After he left the country, the three men stayed in contact and in May 1962,    Farfield pledged $1600 to the initial one-year run of <i>The Classic,</i> setting    in motion Nakasa's literary ambitions.<a name="top31"></a><a href="#back31"><sup>31</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Beneath the surface    of Thompson's enthusiastic support for Nakasa, however, was a powerful secret.    The Farfield Foundation, which Nakasa knew only by Thompson and the group's    minimalist stationery, described its mission as to 'preserv&#91;e&#93; the cultural    heritage of the free world' by funding literary, artistic and scientific enterprises    that strengthened 'the cultural ties that bind nations.<a name="top32"></a><a href="#back32"><sup>32</sup></a>    What the organization did not say, and indeed what few outside its board of    directors knew, was that Farfield Foundation received its funding directly from    the United States Central Intelligence Agency.</font></p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Although Thompson    never told Nakasa, Farfield was part of a constellation of philanthropic 'organizations'    - in reality little more than letterheads and bank accounts - that the C.I.A.    developed in the 1950s and 1960s to cultivate a pro-American intellectual elite    throughout the capitalist and non-aligned world. As the Agency's now infamous    covert political operations against communism drew the world's gaze, the C.I.A.    also funneled millions of dollars into the development of cultural and intellectual    institutions - magazines, journals, concerts, movies, conferences, music festivals    - that it believed could lock horns with the writers, artists and theorists    emerging from the Eastern bloc. Like much of the C.I.A.'s work during the Cold    War, its cultural programs had nebulous and diffuse purposes, providing money    for everything from Jackson Pollack paintings to Lebanese literary magazines    to a Parisian run of Stravinsky's 'Rite of Spring'.<a name="top33"></a><a href="#back33"><sup>33</sup></a>    The recipients were united only by the perceived ability of their funding to    conjure up good will for American interests and to promote a vaguely defined    non-communist worldview.<a name="top34"></a><a href="#back34"><sup>34</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">In Africa, these    cultural overtures against communism held special significance. As countries    across the continent came unmoored from their former colonial powers by the    dozen in the early 1960s, the United States faced the sobering reality that    any of these new nations could become new communist nations - allying not only    their politics but also their military, markets and labour with the Soviet Union.    With the ideology of communism so deeply rooted in revolution, U.S. foreign    policy experts feared that if it became mixed with the nationalism sweeping    Africa, a wide communist takeover on the continent was a real possibility. Building    a moderate African intellectual elite interested in stability and reform as    opposed to open rebellion was thus seen as a crucial move to prevent this fate.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Guided by this    belief, Thompson and Farfield sought to create a community of literary intellectuals    across Africa. Surveying the political landscape of the continent, Thompson    later said he had been struck in several cases by the importance of 'literary    people' in the transition from colony to nation.<a name="top35"></a><a href="#back35"><sup>35</sup></a>    Given this overarching mission, Nakasa's own particular politics were of little    importance to Thompson. The funding for <i>The Classic</i> came with 'no strings    attached whatsoever'.<a name="top36"></a><a href="#back36"><sup>36</sup></a>    Nakasa was simply seen as an anchor, holding black cultural expression steady    as the politics of liberation churned around it.<a name="top37"></a><a href="#back37"><sup>37</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Backed by Farfield,    the first issue of <i>The Classic</i> arrived in print in June 1963 on an initial    run of 1500 copies, featuring stories and poems from several rising South African    literary stars, including Can Themba, Ezekiel (Es'kia) Mphahlele, and Casey    Motsisi.<a name="top38"></a><a href="#back38"><sup>38</sup></a> Although <i>The    Classic</i> was not the only journal of English-language creative writing in    South Africa at the time of its publication, according to literature scholar    Walter Ehmeir, it quickly developed a unique identity within the country's literary    landscape for its receptiveness to black prose.<a name="top39"></a><a href="#back39"><sup>39</sup></a>    Indeed, while what he characterizes as the other major South African literary    magazine of the era, <i>Contrast,</i> published only three black writers in    the decade of the 1960s, Nakasa's magazine had a nearly evenly split of black    and white writers.<a name="top40"></a><a href="#back40"><sup>40</sup></a> Perhaps    because of this enthusiasm for African writing, <i>The Classic</i> also openly    recognized the intrinsic entanglement of the literary and the political. As    Nakasa wrote in his first editor's note,</font></p>     <blockquote>        <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">If the daily      lives &#91;of our contributors&#93; are not regulated by political decisions,      that will be reflected in <i>The Classic.</i> If, however, the work they do,      if their sexual lives and their search for God are governed by political decrees,      then that will also be reflected in the material published by <i>The Classic.</i>      After all, these stories and poems and drawings and sculpture will be about      the lives of these people.<a name="top41"></a><a href="#back41"><sup>41</sup></a></font></p> </blockquote>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">So evident, in    fact, were the political undertones in the first issue of <i>The Classic</i>    that Thompson chastised Nakasa for neglecting writing quality in favour of challenging    the government.<a name="top42"></a><a href="#back42"><sup>42</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Nakasa was in fact    deeply concerned with both, forcing into publication his own vision of the South    African specificities that defined his life. Although the magazine would go    on in its later issues to feature writing by international notables, including    Doris Lessing and Leopold Senghor, South African writing always remained especially    important to Nakasa and the other editors. As writer Barney Simon, who later    took the reins as editor-in-chief, explained, the magazine was meant to be a    reservoir of 'the textures ... the aliveness, the sense of corrugated iron,    concrete, flesh, sweat and heat that is Johannesburg'.<a name="top43"></a><a href="#back43"><sup>43</sup></a>    In this sense <i>The Classic,</i> like Nakasa's other writing endeavors, was    an exercise in literary self-preservation. As the cultural and social landscape    of South Africa shifted under the whims of state-enforced segregation, he found    a way to stop the clock, freezing his version of the city in time through art    and writing and exporting this vision to an international audience.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Just as <i>The    Classic</i> kicked into gear, however, Nakasa began to express deep frustration    with life in South Africa, repeatedly complaining to friends and colleagues    that he 'felt like hopping the next plane to go seek my fortune outside this    hole'.<a name="top44"></a><a href="#back44"><sup>44</sup></a> Nakasa's disillusionment    was fed in part by the growing danger of publishing literature in South Africa.    In 1963, the same year as the first issue of <i>The Classic</i> was published,    Parliament had passed the Publications and Entertainment Act, a piece of legislation    that granted the state broad powers to ban or censor content it deemed unfavourable.    This time around, the list included anything that was 'harmful to public morals',    blasphemous, ridiculed 'any section of the inhabitants of the Republic', or    posed a danger to the general peace. In the fall of 1963, for instance, Nakasa    found himself forced to reject a short story submitted to <i>The Classic</i>    since it was 'too hot to handle because &#91;of&#93; a rather bold bedroom angle',    which he realized could catch the eye of the government censors and could spell    death to the entire magazine.<a name="top45"></a><a href="#back45"><sup>45</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">As censorship slowly    advanced, it collided with a vicious new wave of political repression, culminating    in the arrest and trial of several top ANC leaders in 1963 and 1964. As Nakasa    watched these developments, he became increasingly anxious about his personal    and professional prospects in South Africa. In early 1964, he submitted an application    to the Nieman Fellowship, the same Harvard journalism program that had taken    Nkosi to the United States a few years earlier.</font></p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Even as he turned    his sights beyond South Africa's borders, however, his career in Johannesburg    had taken an unexpected turn. Around the time he applied for the Nieman, he    received a call from Allister Sparks, then the editorial page editor of the    liberal white Johannesburg newspaper, <i>The Rand Daily Mail,</i> one of the    few anti-apartheid broadsheets still in publication. Sparks told Nakasa that    the <i>Daily Mail</i> felt it was time they employed a black columnist, one    who could convey the African experience to their readership. Nakasa's writing    struck him as 'easy and articulate', a rare voice that could reach across racial    lines and avoid alienating white readers with radical politics.<a name="top46"></a><a href="#back46"><sup>46</sup></a>    In fact, Nakasa's ability to play to white audiences had not gone unnoticed    by the <i>Drum</i> community, many of whom noted it with less good cheer than    Sparks. 'Nat tommed', wrote Wally Serote. 'He tommed while we were rat-racing    for survival'.<a name="top47"></a><a href="#back47"><sup>47</sup></a> Masekela,    who was acquainted with Nakasa in Johannesburg, put it more gently. 'He was    the darling of the white activist community,' he said.<a name="top48"></a><a href="#back48"><sup>48</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Nakasa, however,    seized on that status. In March, his columns began to appear bi-weekly in the    <i>Daily Mail</i> beneath a small photograph and the pithy tagline, 'As I See    It'. Slotted amidst a sea of white faces on the editorial pages, the largely    narrative column offered a sense of immediacy about the impacts of apartheid    that appeared nowhere else in the paper.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Then, in April    1964, Harvard called. Nakasa had been invited to join the 1965 class of Nieman    Fellows. Like Nkosi, the writer was soon engaged in a protracted battle with    the state for permission to travel. In the three years since Nkosi accepted    an exit permit and travelled to the United States as a stateless man, the South    African government had become increasingly savvy as to how it could use the    issue of emigration to its own political gain. Dissident elites, it realized,    could be frustrated into submission by the seemingly arbitrary refusal of travel    documents, or as with Nkosi, by being allowed to leave only on the condition    of permanently forfeiting their citizenship. Between 1962 and 1964, the state    refused some 647 passport appli-cations, without ever developing a coherent    policy on who could or could not leave, and why. Passport control rested entirely    at the opaque level of bureaucracy, where it was nearly impossible to trace    or unravel.<a name="top49"></a><a href="#back49"><sup>49</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Frequently existing    on the cusp of political activism, artists and intellectuals faced a particularly    high level of uncertainty. In the years preceding Nakasa's passport application,    he had watched as <i>Drum</i> writers Ezekiel (Es'kia) Mphahlele and Todd Mat-shikiza    were granted passports, while William (Bloke) Modisane and Lewis Nkosi were    denied them. Musicians Miriam Makeba and Hugh Masekela, to whom Nakasa would    be close in the United States, had managed to secure passports, but Hugh's sister    Barbara was forced to leave on an exit permit. And just after Nakasa submitted    his application, his then-girlfriend, a high school teacher named Sheila Cingo,    received a passport to study teaching at Ball State College in Indiana.<a name="top50"></a><a href="#back50"><sup>50</sup></a>    Nakasa himself would not be so fortunate. By September, the month the Nieman    fellowship officially began in Cambridge, he received word that his application    had been denied. 'It is a matter of grave concern', wrote the Bantu Affairs    Commissioner of the Witwatersrand in an internal memo concerning his application,    'that his &#91;writing&#93; should stimulate disaffection and unrest among the    Bantu population'.<a name="top51"></a><a href="#back51"><sup>51</sup></a> Although    Nakasa himself was never privy to that correspondence, the reality was clear:    if he wanted to go, he would have to leave on an exit permit, without the option    of return.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">He was, in fact,    on the cusp of arrest if he remained in South Africa. An extensive file on the    writer kept by the Department of Justice shows that law enforcement had been    tailing him since May of 1959, when he was first observed 'attending a coloured    party at Heidelberg apartment 19, Pretoria'.<a name="top52"></a><a href="#back52"><sup>52</sup></a>    Over the next five years, police records indicate that Nakasa was followed on    at least twenty-six separate occasions, to ANC meetings and mixed-race parties,    to secret gatherings with 'likely communists' and to <i>Drum</i> interviews    with 'well known left-leaning person&#91;s&#93;'. The police further intercepted    pieces of his correspondence and kept a file of his writing, quoting both extensively    in defense of their assertion that Nakasa constituted a major danger to the    state. 'The promotion of animosity between whites and non-whites is one of ...    the marks of communism in South Africa,' the file noted. 'Through his communication    and declarations &#91;Nat Nakasa&#93; advances &#91;these&#93; aims.' Thus,    under the illustrious Suppression of Communism Act, the Justice Secretary ordered    that Nakasa be banned for a period of five years concluding in September 1969.<a name="top53"></a><a href="#back53"><sup>53</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">The fact that Nakasa    had not, in fact, demonstrated any particular interest in the ideology of communism    was of little importance for the government. In the unique shorthand of the    apartheid state, 'communist' stood for dissident, activist, intellectual and    protester, offering an internationally comprehensible way for the South African    government to mark its enemies. The United States spoke this language as well    although, if Nakasa is any indication, some nuances occasionally got lost in    translation. Despite the fact that the two countries professed a shared desire    to defeat communism wherever it lurked, including within the anti-apartheid    movement, his experience suggests that they never entirely agreed on a definition    of exactly what they were fighting against. As the South African justice system    moved to stamp Nakasa as a communist for writing and living a critique of apartheid,    the C.I.A. propped up those very same activities in order to cultivate the young    writer's potential to steer his politically-charged country clear of communist    influence. Both countries deliberately used the globalized term to lend international    political weight to how they approached Nat Nakasa, but for each the word 'communist'    obscured a particular and localized meaning and purpose.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">In Nakasa's case,    however, the South African government never got the chance to officially stamp    him as a communist. He had already decided to accept the exit permit, foregoing    any possibility that he might return to South Africa. Although he didn't know    it, he made that choice just in time. Tucked into the pages of his police surveillance    file is an unsigned copy of his banning order, awaiting the final approval of    the Minister of Justice B.J. Vorster.<a name="top54"></a><a href="#back54"><sup>54</sup></a></font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"> <b>'A Puppet Dangling    from a String': Cambridge and New York, 1964-1965</b></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Sometime after    Nat Nakasa arrived at Harvard in October 1964, a photographer snapped an official    portrait of his class of Nieman Fellows. Nakasa stands in the front row, his    tweed jacket buttoned over a thin striped tie. The only black man in the group,    he is also the youngest. Surrounded by balding heads and Buddy Holly glasses,    he holds his hands behind his back and flashes a thin-lipped smile. The stiff,    professional image is a kind of photographic mirror for Nakasa's own vision    of Harvard as an insular place 'steeped in the sombre business of education'.<a name="top55"></a><a href="#back55"><sup>55</sup></a>    Only months before the photo was taken, he had been crafting slyly mocking critiques    of apartheid for <i>The Rand Daily Mail</i> and sneaking across Johannesburg    to attend multiracial parties. Now, the bustle and sharp edges of that world    had given way to a more metred life of college seminars and invitations to speak    about the African experience of apartheid for audiences of curious Americans.<a name="top56"></a><a href="#back56"><sup>56</sup></a>    And in a country in the midst of its own complex racial upheaval, where the    president had a civil rights agenda but police regularly jailed African-American    activists for peaceful protests, Nakasa found himself unable to fully grasp    the political or racial landscape.<a name="top57"></a><a href="#back57"><sup>57</sup></a></font></p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">At Harvard in particular    he found an American institution that seemed caught between two visions of itself.    As student protests erupted at universities across the country in the mid-1960s    to challenge American foreign policy, domestic inequality, and the intellectual    rigidity of universities, Harvard men still followed the centuries-old tradition    of taking their meals in the school's dining halls wearing a coat and tie. Fewer    than 100 undergraduates were black and even the simple creation of a black student    group had been hotly contested and did not come to fruition until the spring    of 1963.<a name="top58"></a><a href="#back58"><sup>58</sup></a> By the time    Nakasa arrived on campus in late 1964, however, student activism was rising    in profile, bolstered by the creation of a branch of the national protest group    Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) and the return to campus of several    students who had participated in the Mississippi Freedom Summer. Nakasa himself    would eventually tap into this protest culture, but it was initially the institution's    apparent conservatism that caught his attention.</font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p align="center"><img src="/img/revistas/kronos/v37n1/04f02.jpg"></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Early in his first    term at Harvard, Nakasa befriended a black student named Harold McDougall, who    quickly became the young writer's sounding board for his observations about    Harvard life. Nakasa told his friend that his first few weeks in Cambridge had    led him to see Harvard as rigidly and obtusely academic in its approach to questions    of social change.<a name="top59"></a><a href="#back59"><sup>59</sup></a> The    approach of black Harvard students and professors in particular perplexed him.    'I could probably spend a year here without ever knowing the full meaning of    being black in the United States,' he wrote soon after his arrival in Cambridge.<a name="top60"></a><a href="#back60"><sup>60</sup></a>    McDougall remembered that Nakasa frequently tried to greet black students he    didn't know on campus. But while he saw this as a gesture of solidarity, they    were mortified that he would single them out for friendliness based on nothing    more than the colour of their skin.<a name="top61"></a><a href="#back61"><sup>61</sup></a>    Blackness may have hopped oceans and cut across borders, but how it was experienced,    Nakasa was learning, depended very much on where you stood.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Despite his reservations    about Harvard, the young writer initially embraced the Nieman program. Loosely    structured, the Fellowship offered approximately fifteen mid-career journalists    from around the world a year of broad access to the elite university's resources    and each other. Each Tuesday, the contingent of writers gathered at the Nieman    office for a seminar with a Harvard professor, and each Thursday the program    held a weekly Nieman dinner.<a name="top62"></a><a href="#back62"><sup>62</sup></a>    Aside from those two engagements, the Fellows were free to do what they wished    to engage in the intellectual life of the university - take classes, give talks    and pursue independent reporting projects. Suddenly unencumbered by the narrow    confines of the apartheid state, Nakasa embraced his newfound intellectual mobility.    He enrolled in several undergraduate courses, including Social Structure of    Modern Africa and Negro History, and late in the term took on a second assignment    from the <i>New York Times</i> magazine, a personal essay about his impressions    of Harlem.<a name="top63"></a><a href="#back63"><sup>63</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">In Cambridge, however,    he found himself continuously reminded of the distance he had placed between    himself and his home. Beginning at the end of 1964 and continuing throughout    the rest of Nakasa's time in the United States, student and community groups    around Cambridge inundated him with requests to speak on the subject of the    'South African situation'.<a name="top64"></a><a href="#back64"><sup>64</sup></a>    These gatherings demoralized him, he confessed to a friend, because they made    him feel like a 'puppet dangling from a string', an act on display for the benefit    of white liberals looking to assuage their own guilt. Had they noticed, he wondered,    that there was a massive civil rights struggle underway in their own country?<a name="top65"></a><a href="#back65"><sup>65</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Compounding Nakasa's    isolation was his tenuous legal situation. Stripped of his South African citizenship,    he had entered the United States on a non-renewable one-year exchange visa.    On 22 January 1965, he visited the Immigration and Naturalization Services office    in Boston to ask for an extension of that visa, as well as permission to travel    to and from England, where a large community of South African exiles resided.    According to official records, the office quickly rejected his requests, but    his detailed questions about the length and flexibility of his visa also threw    up a red flag for the immigration official he spoke to that day. Two weeks later,    she contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Boston to recommend they    open a file on the South African writer.<a name="top66"></a><a href="#back66"><sup>66</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Just as Nakasa    became a person of interest to the FBI, he began to draw the renewed ire of    the South African government. In March 1965 he spoke at a series of protests    organized by Harvard's SDS chapter around the issue of divestment from apartheid    South Africa. Building on the momentum of those talks, Nakasa travelled the    same week to Washington D.C. to present at a conference on the 'South African    Crisis and American Action', where he had been invited to address the subject    of 'pol-icies and activities of groups within South Africa.<a name="top67"></a><a href="#back67"><sup>67</sup></a>    That rather bland headline belied an apparently incendiary talk, at least in    the eyes of the South African authorities. The following week, the South African    Ambassador in Washington cabled his country's police commissioner to report    that 'Nathaniel Nakasa, a bantu from South Africa ... spoke in an exaggerated    and emotional fashion' at the conference. Soon after, the FBI special agent    surveying Nakasa from the American end also recorded that the writer had recently    participated in demonstrations against the apartheid state.<a name="top68"></a><a href="#back68"><sup>68</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">But whereas once    the momentum of giving speeches powerful enough to inflame two governments might    have delighted Nakasa, his talks in Cambridge and D.C. seem to have only left    him embittered. The following week he brusquely explained to a reporter for    the Harvard student newspaper, <i>The Harvard Crimson,</i> that appealing to    the immorality of apartheid could not destroy it. 'What happens in South Africa    will be determined by power, not by who's right or wrong,' he said.<a name="top69"></a><a href="#back69"><sup>69</sup></a>    And the problem lay not only with policies of white supremacy, he continued.    South Africans themselves were 'too concerned about having a good time and getting    along' to challenge the state effectively.<a name="top70"></a><a href="#back70"><sup>70</sup></a>    Far from home, he seemed to be taking an indirect swipe at his own former life    in Johannesburg. But he could do little more in the United States. Majority    rule in South Africa, he admitted glumly, would 'come all right - someday. But    not for a long, long time'.<a name="top71"></a><a href="#back71"><sup>71</sup></a></font></p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Shortly after the    Washington conference, Nakasa left Cambridge once again on a reporting trip    for the <i>The New York Times</i> magazine, this time to Alabama. But seeing    the American civil rights movement was enough to shake him deeply. When he returned    to Cambridge, a friend recalled that it was as though 'something had broken    inside him'.<a name="top72"></a><a href="#back72"><sup>72</sup></a> Weeks later,    his editors returned the first draft of the article he had written about his    experience with a request for a rewrite. In the aftermath of the experience,    Masekela remembers that the young writer's ego deflated. 'He felt that he had    lost it or just never had it,' he remembered.<a name="top73"></a><a href="#back73"><sup>73</sup></a>    That spring, Nakasa also fumbled on an essay for <i>Esquire</i> about American    women. With his track record blemished, no new assignments were forthcoming.<a name="top74"></a><a href="#back74"><sup>74</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">When the Nieman    program ended in June 1965, Nakasa left Cambridge and moved south to a neighbourhood    he had once characterized as 'the most indescribable place I have ever seen',    Harlem.<a name="top75"></a><a href="#back75"><sup>75</sup></a> But with his    visa set to expire at the end of August, he couldn't settle into life in the    city. That summer, friends remembered, Nakasa became increasingly reclusive,    prone to solitary drinking. They watched helplessly as he backslid into a shadowy    depression. 'He told all of us how unhappy he was,' Masekela said, 'but we couldn't    hold him.'<a name="top76"></a><a href="#back76"><sup>76</sup></a> Nadine Gordimer,    who visited Nakasa in New York, remembered that it was a shock to see her friend    so leveled by his own sadness. 'He was never a depressed person while he was    in South Africa,' she said. But in Manhattan, he confessed to her that his mother    had been institutionalized for mental illness when he was young and he feared    going the same way she had.<a name="top77"></a><a href="#back77"><sup>77</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Then, one evening    in July, Masekela remembers that he and his wife Miriam Makeba invited Nakasa    to go with them to see a play on Broadway. They waited outside the theatre but    when he didn't show up, they headed inside without him.<a name="top78"></a><a href="#back78"><sup>78</sup></a>    Later that same night, John Thompson was home in his Central Park West apartment    when he received a call from a mutual friend of himself and Nakasa. The South    African writer was in Harlem, 'very disturbed and talking about suicide'.<a name="top79"></a><a href="#back79"><sup>79</sup></a>    Thompson immediately went out to collect his young friend. Back at his apartment,    he poured them each a drink and the two men began to talk. Nakasa told him he    was terrified that he was 'doomed to be mentally ill' because of his mother.    And more practically, he confessed he was in dire financial straits, jobless    and nearly out of money. But after an hour or two of conversation, Thompson    remembered that Nakasa seemed calmer, more relaxed and he offered to let him    stay the night in his guest bedroom. Then, exhausted by the evening's ordeal,    Thompson went off to bed himself.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">The following morning,    a commotion from outside jarred him awake. When he opened his front door, a    police officer was standing in the entrance. Nakasa's body was lying on the    sidewalk, seven stories down.<a name="top80"></a><a href="#back80"><sup>80</sup></a></font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="3"><b>Conclusion</b></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">On 30 June 2009,    Jacob Zuma stood before a room of dignitaries at Durban's Elangeni Hotel to    deliver the keynote address for the annual Nat Nakasa Award for Media Integrity.    Given by the South African National Editors' Forum (SANEF) each year since 1998,    the prize honours a journalist whose work shows a commitment to telling important    and dangerous stories, no matter the political trends of the day.<a name="top81"></a><a href="#back81"><sup>81</sup></a>    Facing the crowd of writers, editors and political dignitaries in the audience    that night, Zuma lauded the country's journalists as a 'vital partner' in protecting    and strengthening South Africa's young democracy. And staring into the past,    he conjured up the name of the man who had inspired the award he was presenting.    'This evening,' he told the audience, 'you are celebrating the struggle of Nat    Nakasa, and many other courageous journalists like him, against a political    system that sought to silence them'.<a name="top82"></a><a href="#back82"><sup>82</sup></a></font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">A year later, the    president found himself squaring off against the very journalists he had praised    that evening in Durban. In July 2010, following a series of embarrassing press    revelations about corrupt deals orchestrated by the ANC, the president announced    plans to create a government-run media tribunal to punish journalists who published    material considered to be slander or libel. That same winter, the government    began aggressively pushing a law that would classify broad swaths of governmental    information 'in the national interest' as being out of reach of the press.<a name="top83"></a><a href="#back83"><sup>83</sup></a>    And as the press and the government locked horns over freedom of speech and    ex-pression, both sides called upon the legacy of Nat Nakasa to support their    cause. Minister of Justice Jeff Radebe told the members of SANEF that the new    press regulations would protect the country's citizens - journalists included    - from the dangers of misinformation, helping to create a media landscape that    was a 'fitting tribute to departed gallant fighters such as Nat Nakasa'.<a name="top84"></a><a href="#back84"><sup>84</sup></a>    But Radebe's Nat Nakasa also had to contend with the Nat Nakasa conjured up    by critics of the government's policy. As Oxford professor Peter McDonald, a    scholar of South African censorship, saw it, 'the ghost of Nat Nakasa' would    haunt Parliament as it debated the new laws, 'because, as &#91;he&#93; insisted,    the freedom of expression . is an inalienable part of human dignity and a cornerstone    of democracy'.<a name="top85"></a><a href="#back85"><sup>85</sup></a> It seemed    that wherever one stood in the debate, Nat Nakasa was a symbol of the scars    apartheid had left on South African journalism and a challenge for the country    to avoid the mistakes of its past.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">The fact that individuals    can use Nakasa's legacy in such wildly divergent ways, however, speaks to a    deeply troubling fact. Over the last four decades, popular memory has sapped    his life story - like those of so many others associated with anti-apartheid    causes - of nearly any substantive content, distilling it into little more than    the fable of a man destroyed by the crushing weight of injustice. As Pippa Green,    a 1999 Nieman Fellow from South Africa noted, by dying so young and so far from    home, 'Nat Nakasa has become the symbol of the loneliness of exile and of the    struggle for dignity in racially oppressive societies'.<a name="top86"></a><a href="#back86"><sup>86</sup></a>    And it is not hard to see why. His biting anti-apartheid journalism, his meteoric    rise to prominence and, most of all, his brisk and tragic end, form the kind    of narrative arc from which martyrs are made.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">But to think of    Nat Nakasa this way misses an important point: resistance to apartheid was acted    out not by symbols but by people, moving through their lives without the moral    clarity that historical hindsight affords. Such individuals are not simply shorthand    for the injustices of apartheid - they are humans with sprawled and intricate    lives that resist easy categorization. And unfortunately for those who would    make an idol of Nakasa - or indeed any figure in modern South African history    -deification does not hold up well to the scrutiny of detail.</font></p>     ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Indeed, studying    Nakasa's life reveals the ideological ambiguities apparent in even the most    supposedly black and white conflict in contemporary world history, the Cold    War. By the time he died, the South African and American governments had staked    opposing claims to his position on communism, a system he had never either explicitly    supported or disavowed. In South Africa, where the apartheid government employed    the term "communist" as a weapon of blunt force against its detractors, it was    aimed promiscuously at nearly anyone who challenged National Party author-ity,    including writers like Nakasa. For the United States on the other hand, a literary    intellectual, seemingly more committed to rhetoric than outright revolution,    could actually serve as a moderating force against communist takeover. In theory,    both governments had the same enemy. In practice, specific national interests    sometimes overrode the particulars of ideology.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Neither was the    link between Nakasa's life and apartheid simple or static. The 1948 election    marked a turning point - for his life and for his country - only in retrospect.    For several years afterward, apartheid remained a developing vision, lacking    both the rigidity and sense of permanence that would later come to define it.    In many ways, it cohered only as individuals resisted it, not just through large-scale    protests and strikes, but also via insidious, indirect challenges of the kind    Nakasa defined himself by. As apartheid pressed down on black society, Nakasa    challenged it simply by keeping a detailed and highly personal record of its    existence. These small acts grated against the National Party's vision of a    neatly divided South Africa, forcing it to develop increasingly methodical means    for snuffing out resistance over the course of the 1950s and 1960s.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">But while apartheid    drew the boundaries tighter and tighter around Nakasa's personal and professional    world, it also lent his life a powerful sense of purpose. Nakasa and the other    <i>Drum</i> writers defined themselves in large part by the fact that they moved    outside the prescribed bounds of the apartheid state. Living on the edge of    what was permissible gave them their voice, lending a persistent feeling of    exigency to both their careers and their personal lives. No staunchly defined    moral code dictated their actions. Instead, as men of privilege in African society,    they simply attempted to take what their upbringing had taught them they were    entitled to. But it also meant that their attempts to subvert apartheid lacked    the coherence and organization of the opposition movement, and apartheid was    eventually able to chip away at their dissident community until, by the mid-1960's,    it was a shell of its former self.</font></p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">Indeed, when <i>The    Classic</i> published a commemorative issue in honour of Nakasa eight months    after his death, the editors had to go through each copy of the magazine with    a razorblade and slice out a tribute to Nakasa by Can Themba, who had been banned    as a 'statutory communist' in the time between editing and publication.<a name="top87"></a><a href="#back87"><sup>87</sup></a>    Themba himself would die in exile in Swaziland in 1968 from the effects of his    alcoholism. Renowned composer and <i>Drum</i> writer Todd Matshikiza passed    away under similar circumstances the same year in Zambia, and others followed.    Like Nakasa, the possibilities of life outside apartheid South Africa had not    been enough to remedy the isolation and loss of professional and personal grounding    they experienced. 'The writer can take his choice,' he once wrote, 'bow to social    conventions ... and keep within the confines of the white world, or refuse to    let officialdom regulate his personal life, face the consequences, and be damned'.<a name="top88"></a><a href="#back88"><sup>88</sup></a></font></p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p>&nbsp;</p>     <p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"><a name="back1"></a><a href="#top1">1</a>    For her indefatigable and patient advisement on this project, I would like to    extend my deepest thanks to Karin Shapiro. Thanks are due as well to Heather    Acott, Janet Ewald, Gail Gerhart, Alyssa Granacki, Brooke Hartley, Snayha Nath,    Alan Venable, Andrew Walker, and especially to Rose Filler and Karlyn Forner    for their valuable comments and support on various iterations of this project.    I am also grateful to Thivhulayiwe Mutavhatsindi, who copied portions of the    Nathaniel Nakasa Papers at the University of the Witwatersrand Historical Papers    Collection for me and Kate Ryan, who translated Nakasa's police file from Afrikaans    to English. Finally, I wish to acknowledge the generous financial support of    the U.S. Department of State's Fulbright program for additional research conducted    between September and November 2011.    <br>   <a name="back2"></a><a href="#top2">2</a> Nat Nakasa, 'Native of Nowhere', <i>The    Classic,</i> 1, 1 (1963), 73.    <br>   <a name="back3"></a><a href="#top3">3</a> Matthew Keaney, "I Can Feel My Grin    Turn to a Grimace": From Sophiatown Shebeens to the Streets of Soweto on the    Pages of <i>Drum, The Classic, New Classic,</i> and <i>Staffrider</i> (Unpublished    M.A. thesis, George Mason University, 2010), 128. Thanks to Matthew for correcting    my previous misconceptions - and the historical record more generally - about    the timing of Nakasa's death.    <br>   <a name="back4"></a><a href="#top4">4</a> Interview with Hugh Masekela, Chapel    Hill, North Carolina, 12 October 2010.    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back5"></a><a href="#top5">5</a> Historical and literary studies that    provide a brief mention of Nat Nakasa include Peter Benson, '"Border Operators":    Black Orpheus and the Genesis of Modern African Art and Literature', <i>Research    in African Literatures</i> 14, 4 (1983), 431-73; Michael Chapman, <i>The Drum    Decade: Stories from the 1950s</i> (Pietermaritzburg: University of Natal Press,    1989); Walter Ehmeir, 'Publishing South African Literature in English in the    1960s', <i>Research in African Literatures,</i> 26, 1 (Spring 1995), 111-131;    Ulf Hannerz, 'Sophiatown: The View from Afar, <i>Journal of Southern African    Studies,</i> 20, 2 (June 1994), 181-193; Mike Nicol, <i>A Good Looking Corpse</i>    (London: Secker &amp; Warburg, 1991); R. Neville Choonoo, <i>South Africas Alternative    Press: Voices of Protest and Resistance, 1880-1960</i> (Cambridge: Cambridge    University Press, 1997), 252-265. Additionally, there are two literature Master's    theses that focus on Nakasa's writing style: Heather Acott, 'Tactics of the    Habitat: The Elusive Identity of Nat Nakasa' (Unpublished M.A. thesis, University    of South Africa, 2008) and H.B. Singh, 'Nathaniel Nakasa, the Journalist as    Autobiographer: A Crisis of Identity' (Unpublished M.A. thesis, University of    Natal, 1990). By their nature, however, neither pays significant attention to    his biography. The most detailed existing academic account of Nakasa's life    is found instead in a biographical chapter within Matthew Keaney's Master's    thesis,'"I Can Feel My Grin Turn to a Grimace": From Sophiatown Shebeens to    the Streets of Soweto', which provides in particular new and rich analysis on    the context of Nakasa's suicide.    <br>   <a name="back6"></a><a href="#top6">6</a> The subject of biography's role in    telling South African history has become an object of study and debate in recent    years. See for example the exchange between Ciraj Rassool and Jonathan Hyslop    in the <i>South African Review of Sociology:</i> Ciraj Rassool, 'Rethinking    Documentary History and South African Political Biography', <i>South African    Review of Sociology,</i> 41, 1 (2010), 28-55; Jonathan Hyslop, 'On Biography:    A Response to Ciraj Rassool', <i>South African Review of Sociology,</i> 41,    2 (2010), 104-115.    <br>   <a name="back7"></a><a href="#top7">7</a> Special thanks to Karin Shapiro and    the students of her 'Modern South African History through Biography and Autobiography'    course for first elucidating these themes to me.    <!-- ref --><br>   <a name="back8"></a><a href="#top8">8</a> Nat Nakasa, 'Snatching at the Good    Life', <i>The World of Nat Nakasa</i> (Johannesburg: Picador Africa, 2005),    37.    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;[&#160;<a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="javascript: window.open('/scielo.php?script=sci_nlinks&ref=316895&pid=S0259-0190201100010000400001&lng=','','width=640,height=500,resizable=yes,scrollbars=1,menubar=yes,');">Links</a>&#160;]<!-- end-ref --><br>   <a name="back9"></a><a href="#top9">9</a> 'Cost of Coronation Heaviest in History,    <i>New York Times,</i> 13 May 1937, 18.    <br>   <a name="back10"></a><a href="#top10">10</a> For a more extensive discussion    of this theme, see Saul Dubow, 'Introduction: South Africa's 1940s' in Saul    Dubow and Alan Jeeves, eds., <i>South Africas 1940s: Worlds of Possibilities</i>    (Cape Town: Double Storey, 2005), 1-19 and Deborah Posel, <i>Vie Making of Apartheid:    1948-1961, Conflict and Compromise</i> (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1991),    23-60.    <br>   <a name="back11"></a><a href="#top11">11</a> Basic biographical information    on Nakasa's early years comes from his younger sister, Gladys Maphumulo. Telephone    interview with Gladys Maphumulo, 7 November 2010.    <br>   <a name="back12"></a><a href="#top12">12</a> Chamberlain Nakasa, <i>Ivangeli    Lokuz Akha or The Gospel of Self Help</i> (Icindezelwe Ngabe Mission Press:    Durban, 1941), 78.    <br>   <a name="back13"></a><a href="#top13">13</a> 'Zulu Lutheran High School: Junior    Certificate Result - 1954', <i>Ilanga Lase Natal,</i> 5 February 1955, 15.    <br>   <a name="back14"></a><a href="#top14">14</a> Theo Zindela, <i>Ndazana: The Early    Years ofNat Nakasa</i> (Braamfontein: Skotaville Publishers, 1990), 10-11.    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back15"></a><a href="#top15">15</a> 'The Press: South African Drumbeats',    <i>Time,</i> 15 December, 1952. Accessed 12 October 2010. <a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,820505,00.html" target="_blank">http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,820505,00.html</a>    <br>   <a name="back16"></a><a href="#top16">16</a> Lewis Nkosi, <i>Home and Exile</i>    (London: Longmans, 1965), 4-5; Nat Nakasa, 'Writing in South Africa: A Speech    at the University of the Witwatersrand', <i>The World of Nat Nakasa</i> (Johannesburg:    Picador Africa, 2005), 230; R. Neville Choonoo, <i>South Africas Alternative    Press,</i> 254.    <br>   <a name="back17"></a><a href="#top17">17</a> Aluka: The Digital Library of Scholarly    Resources from and about Africa, Suppression of Communism Act of 1950. Accessed    16 September, 2010. <a href="http://bit.ly/dzxcOG" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/dzxcOG</a>.    <br>   <a name="back18"></a><a href="#top18">18</a> Interview with Mongane Serote in    Lauren Groenewald, Dir., <i>Nat Nakasa: A Native of Nowhere</i> (DVD, Times    Media South Africa, 1999).    <br>   <a name="back19"></a><a href="#top19">19</a> Anthony Sampson, <i>Drum: An African    Adventure</i> - <i>and Afterwards</i> (London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1956),    102.    <br>   <a name="back20"></a><a href="#top20">20</a> For articles mentioned in this    paragraph, see Nat Nakasa, 'Why Taximen are Terrified', <i>Drum,</i> March 1958,    30-35; 'Look What We Drink', <i>Drum,</i> February 1958, 15-16; 'The Life and    Death of King Kong', <i>Drum,</i> February 1959, 29-32.    <br>   <a name="back21"></a><a href="#top21">21</a> There was, of course, never a strict    dichotomy between journalism and activism. Some <i>Drum</i> writers were also    ANC or Communist Party members or otherwise involved in resistance activities.    Prominent among them were Ezekiel (Es'kia) Mphahlele, Alex La Guma and Dennis    Brutus.    <br>   <a name="back22"></a><a href="#top22">22</a> South African History Archive,    University of the Witwatersrand, AL3284: 'Mark Gevisser's Research Papers for    Thabo Mbeki: The Dream Deferred', X11, Interview with Thabo Mbeki, 26 August    2000; Mark Gevisser, <i>A Legacy of Liberation: Thabo Mbeki and the Future of    the South African Dream</i> (New York: Palgrave Macmillan, 2009), 72.    <br>   <a name="back23"></a><a href="#top23">23</a> Nat Nakasa, 'The Human Meaning    of Apartheid', <i>The New York Times Magazine,</i> 24 September, 1961, 46.    <br>   <a name="back24"></a><a href="#top24">24</a> The only Sharpeville-related content    to appear during the State of Emergency was a photographic essay taken at the    funeral of the victims. Photographs and accounts taken by <i>Drum</i> writers    at the scene of the massacre, however, were published in many international    outlets and helped build up global outrage against the National Party. Peter    Magubane, 'Sharpeville Funeral', <i>Drum,</i> May 1960, 28-31; Tom Hopkinson,    <i>In the Fiery Continent</i> (London: Victor Gollancz Ltd, 1962), 258.    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back25"></a><a href="#top25">25</a> Nat Nakasa, 'Over the Border',    <i>Drum,</i> July 1960, 24-27.    <br>   <a name="back26"></a><a href="#top26">26</a> National Archives (Pretoria), NTS    2769: 1623/301 Paspoort Lewis Nkosi; Karin Shapiro, 'No Exit? : The Politics    of Emigration Restrictions in Early Apartheid South Africa' (Unpublished paper,    North-eastern Workshop for Southern Africa Conference, April 2007), 9.    <br>   <a name="back27"></a><a href="#top27">27</a> Walter Ehmeir, 'Publishing South    African Literature in English in the 1960s', <i>Research in African Literatures,</i>    26, 1 (Spring 1995), 111-113.    <br>   <a name="back28"></a><a href="#top28">28</a> <i>Drum</i> had once published    fiction as well, but stopped for the most part in 1958, when the editorship    turned over from Sylvester Stein, a lover of short fiction, to the hardnosed    Tom Hopkinson, who came from a news background and believed the magazine should    focus strictly on journalistic forms of writing. Jim Bailey agreed, arguing    that crime, sports and gossip sold the magazine - not literary copy. For further    detail, see Ehmeir, 'Publishing South African Literature in English in the 1960s',    115; Michael Chapman, <i>The Drum Decade: Stories from the 1950s</i> (Pietermaritzburg:    University of Natal Press, 1989), 216.    <br>   <a name="back29"></a><a href="#top29">29</a> Nat Nakasa, 'Comment', 4.    <br>   <a name="back30"></a><a href="#top30">30</a> Peter Benson, '"Border Operators":    Black Orpheus and the Genesis of Modern African Art and Literature', <i>Research    in African Literatures,</i> 14, 4 (1983), 442.    <br>   <a name="back31"></a><a href="#top31">31</a> University of the Witwatersrand    Historical Papers Collection, Nathaniel Nakasa Papers 1963-1984, B3, John Thompson    to Nat Nakasa, 15 May 1962.    <br>   <a name="back32"></a><a href="#top32">32</a> Farfield Foundation informational    brochure quoted in Frances Saunders, <i>The Cultural Cold War: The CIA and the    World of Arts and Letters</i> (New York: The New Press, 1999), 126.    <br>   <a name="back33"></a><a href="#top33">33</a> <i>Ibid.,</i> 117; 'Arab Magazine    Banned by Cairo', <i>New York Times,</i> 24 July, 1966, 3.    <br>   <a name="back34"></a><a href="#top34">34</a> Nakasa was not the only <i>Drum</i>    writer to be caught up in C.I.A.-funded activities. While living abroad in Paris,    Es'kia Mphahlele worked with the Congress for Cultural Freedom, an artistic    philanthropic organization later revealed to be bankrolled by the C.I.A. British    journalist Cecil Eprile, one-time editor-in-chief of both <i>Drum</i> and its    sister paper the <i>Golden City Post,</i> who went on in the mid-1960s to head    the London-based news service, 'Forum World Features', a C.I.A.-funded venture    designed to provide sympathetic news coverage of American exploits abroad, particularly    in Vietnam. Research into the C.I.A.'s cultural projects remains difficult due    to the agency's refusal to declassify many materials related to the subject,    including those concerning Nat Nakasa. See Roy Paterson, <i>Residual Uncertainty:    Trying to Avoid Intelligence and Policy Mistakes in the Modern World</i> (Lanham:    University Press of America, 2003), 71; Ruth Obee, <i>Es'Kia Mphahlele: Themes    of Alienation and African Humanism</i> (Athens: Ohio University Press, 1999),    14.    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back35"></a><a href="#top35">35</a> Quoted in Peter Benson, "Border    Operators", 442.    <br>   <a name="back36"></a><a href="#top36">36</a> <i>Ibid.,</i> 442.    <br>   <a name="back37"></a><a href="#top37">37</a> The C.I.A. has denied the author's    request to declassify its materials relating to Nakasa on the grounds that they    constitute a matter of national security and that their disclosure would imperil    sensitive intelligence sources and methods. An appeal is pending.    <br>   <a name="back38"></a><a href="#top38">38</a> Nathaniel Nakasa Papers, B1, Nat    Nakasa to Lewis Nkosi, 29 May 1963.    <br>   <a name="back39"></a><a href="#top39">39</a> <i>Contrast</i> was also funded    by the Farfield Foundation, as were several other literary magazines in Africa,    including <i>Transition, Black Orpheus</i> and <i>Encounter.    <br>   </i> <a name="back40"></a><a href="#top40">40</a> Ehmeir, 'Publishing South    African Literature in English in the 1960s', 119-120.    <br>   <a name="back41"></a><a href="#top41">41</a> Nakasa, 'Comment, 4.    <br>   <a name="back42"></a><a href="#top42">42</a> 'Your poems seem to me often to    be more concerned with making a statement than with making a poem, he wrote.    Nathaniel Nakasa Papers , B3, John Thompson to Nat Nakasa. 13 August 1963.    <br>   <a name="back43"></a><a href="#top43">43</a> Barney Simon, 'My Years with <i>The    Classic:</i> A Note', <i>English in Africa,</i> 7, 2 (Sept. 1980), 79.    <br>   <a name="back44"></a><a href="#top44">44</a> Nathaniel Nakasa Papers, B1, Nat    Nakasa to Arthur Maimane, 28 June 1963.    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back45"></a><a href="#top45">45</a> Nathaniel Nakasa Papers, B1, Nat    Nakasa to Ezekiel (Es'kia) Mphahlele, 18 November 1963.    <br>   <a name="back46"></a><a href="#top46">46</a> Interview with Allister Sparks,    Johannesburg, 21 October 2011; Heather Acott, 'Tactics of the Habitat', 9.    <br>   <a name="back47"></a><a href="#top47">47</a> Mongane Serote, "The Nakasa World',    <i>The World of Nat Nakasa</i> (Johannesburg: Picador Africa, 2005), xxx.    <br>   <a name="back48"></a><a href="#top48">48</a> Interview with Hugh Masekela, Chapel    Hill, North Carolina, 12 October 2010.    <br>   <a name="back49"></a><a href="#top49">49</a> Information in this paragraph comes    from Karin Shapiro, 'No Exit? : The Politics of Emigration Restrictions in Early    Apartheid South Africa, 4, 20. This paper is part of Shapiro's larger study    on South African emigration law and policy between 1948 and 1994, which she    has generously allowed me to draw upon for this article.    <br>   <a name="back50"></a><a href="#top50">50</a> Thanks to Karin Shapiro for alerting    me to the existence of these records. National Archives (Pretoria), BAO 3610:    C100/6/2460, Paspoort Todd and Esme Matshikiza; BAO 3610: C100/6/2461 Paspoort    Miriam Makeba; BAO 3471: C100/6/658 Paspoort Barbara Masekela; NTS 2752: 1155/301    Paspoort William Modisane; BAO 3563: C100/6/1813 Paspoort Sheila Cingo; NTS    2769: 1623/301 Paspoort Lewis Nkosi; Marion Scher, 'What I've Learnt: Hugh Masekela,    <i>Times Live,</i> 30 October 2011. Accessed 20 November 2011. <a href="http://www.timeslive.co.za/lifestyle/2011/10/30/what-i-ve-learnt-hugh-masekela" target="_blank">http://www.timeslive.co.za/lifestyle/2011/10/30/what-i-ve-learnt-hugh-masekela</a>    <br>   <a name="back51"></a><a href="#top51">51</a> National Archives (Pretoria), BAO    3561: C100/6/1789, Paspoort Nathaniel Nakasa, 11.    <br>   <a name="back52"></a><a href="#top52">52</a> Thanks to Heather Acott for first    sending me a copy of this police file. South African History Archive, University    of the Witwatersrand, AL2878, Freedom of Information Programme, B01.3.5.5, Department    of Justice file for Nathaniel Nakasa, 1958-1965, 17. Translated by Kate Ryan.    <br>   <a name="back53"></a><a href="#top53">53</a> Ibid., 4    <br>   <a name="back54"></a><a href="#top54">54</a> Ibid., 9    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back55"></a><a href="#top55">55</a> Nat Nakasa, 'Met With Smiles and    Questions', <i>The Rand Daily Mail,</i> 28 November 1964, 11.    <br>   <a name="back56"></a><a href="#top56">56</a> See for instance 'South Africa,    <i>The Harvard Crimson,</i> 16 March 1965. Accessed 10 February 2011. <a href="http://theharvardcrimson.com/article/1965/3/16/south-africa-pthe-sds-will-sponsor/" target="_blank">http://theharvardcrimson.com/article/1965/3/16/south-africa-pthe-sds-will-sponsor/</a>    <br>   <a name="back57"></a><a href="#top57">57</a> Nakasa's ten months in the United    States are in many ways the most challenging part of his life to reconstruct    because he published only two pieces of writing - a final column for <i>The    Rand Daily Mail</i> and an essay for <i>The New York Times</i> - and appears    to have made no close friends. Those who knew him then tend to speak vaguely    of a 'shy and reticent' man with whom they occasionally ate lunch, talked, or    attended class. When asked in 2010 about Nakasa's mental state near the end    of his life, friend and fellow South African exile Hugh Masekela shook his head    and said only, 'I didn't have that kind of relationship with him' In fact, it    seems no one did - the most systematic and detailed record of his time in the    United States is the surveillance file kept by the FBI to monitor his immigration    status. However, these holes in the historical record are themselves telling.    They reveal a life lived in soft focus, held at a distance from the people and    experiences around it. In doing so, the gaps speak indirectly to how exile could    have undone a talented writer like Nat Nakasa at what should have been the apex    of his career. Telephone interview with Ray Jenkins, 28 February 2011; Gail    Gerhart, email message to author 15 March 2011; Jennifer Leaning, email message    to author, 31 March 2011; Tim Creery, email message to author, 19 June 2010;    Parker Donham, email message to author, 10 March 2011; interview with Hugh Masekela,    Chapel Hill, North Carolina, 12 October 12 2010. Gerhart, Leaning, Creery, and    Donham were all Harvard/Radcliffe students distantly acquainted with Nakasa    during his time in Cambridge, Jenkins was a fellow Nieman scholar.    <br>   <a name="back58"></a><a href="#top58">58</a> Harold McDougall, 'Negro Students'    Challenge to Liberalism', <i>The Harvard Crimson,</i> 31 May 1967. Accessed    9 April, 2011. <a href="http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1967/5/31/negro-students-challenge-to-liberalism-pthe/" target="_blank">http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1967/5/31/negro-students-challenge-to-liberalism-pthe/</a>    <br>   <a name="back59"></a><a href="#top59">59</a> I wish to thank Alan Venable for    first sharing this source with me. Harold McDougall, 'To Nat', <i>Harvard Yearbook</i>    (Cambridge: Harvard University, 1966), 130.    <br>   <a name="back60"></a><a href="#top60">60</a> Nat Nakasa, 'Met With Smiles and    Questions', 11.    <br>   <a name="back61"></a><a href="#top61">61</a> Harold McDougall, 'To Nat', 130.    <br>   <a name="back62"></a><a href="#top62">62</a> Telephone interview with Ray Jenkins,    28 February 2011.    <br>   <a name="back63"></a><a href="#top63">63</a> Seeming to speak obliquely of his    own experience, Nakasa wrote in the <i>Times</i> that the people he met in Harlem    were 'like South African refugees who are desperate for a change back home but    remain irrevocably in love with the country'. Nat Nakasa, 'Mr. Nakasa Goes to    Harlem', <i>New York Times Magazine,</i> 7 February 1965, 48.    <br>   <a name="back64"></a><a href="#top64">64</a> 'Africa Symposium', <i>The Harvard    Crimson,</i> 16 April 1965. Accessed 30 April 2010. <a href="http://theharvardcrimson.com/article/1965/4/16/africa-symposium-pnathaniel-nakasa-south-african/" target="_blank">http://theharvardcrimson.com/article/1965/4/16/africa-symposium-pnathaniel-nakasa-south-african/</a>    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back65"></a><a href="#top65">65</a> Kathleen Conwell, 'Letter to Nat    Nakasa', <i>The World of Nat Nakasa</i> (Johannesburg: Picador Africa, 2005),    xxxiii.    <br>   <a name="back66"></a><a href="#top66">66</a> Immigration and FBI files on Nat    Nakasa were declassified at the request of the author through a Freedom of Information    Act (FOIA) request. United States Bureau of Citizenship and Immigration Services,    File A13-968-005: Nathaniel Nakasa, In possession of author; Federal Bureau    of Investigation File on Nathaniel Nakasa, 1964-65. Special Agent in Charge    (SAC), Boston to Director, FBI, 28 April 1965, In possession of author.    <br>   <a name="back67"></a><a href="#top67">67</a> Program. National Conference on    South African Crisis and American Action, 21-23 March 1965. Accessed April 10    2011. Aluka. <a href="http://bit.ly/i24ILW" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/i24ILW</a>    <br>   <a name="back68"></a><a href="#top68">68</a> Federal Bureau of Investigation    File on Nathaniel Nakasa, 1964-65. Special Agent in Charge (SAC), Boston to    Director, FBI, April 28 1965..    <br>   <a name="back69"></a><a href="#top69">69</a> John Gerhart, 'Silhouette: Nathaniel    Nakasa', <i>The Harvard Crimson,</i> 31 March 1965. <a href="http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1965/3/31/nathaniel-nakasa-pthe-first-time-i/?print=1" target="_blank">http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1965/3/31/nathaniel-nakasa-pthe-first-time-i/?print=1</a>    <br>   <a name="back70"></a><a href="#top70">70</a> Ibid.    <br>   <a name="back71"></a><a href="#top71">71</a> Ibid.    <br>   <a name="back72"></a><a href="#top72">72</a> Kathleen Conwell, 'Letter to Nat    Nakasa', <i>The World of Nat Nakasa,</i> xxxiv.    <br>   <a name="back73"></a><a href="#top73">73</a> Interview with Hugh Masekela, Chapel    Hill, North Carolina, 12 October 2010.    <br>   <a name="back74"></a><a href="#top74">74</a> My gratitude to Alan Venable for    locating this article for me. Ray Jenkins, 'Memories of Nat Nakasa' (Unpublished    manuscript: 1965). In possession of author.    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back75"></a><a href="#top75">75</a> Nat Nakasa, 'Mr. Nakasa Goes to    Harlem', 40.    <br>   <a name="back76"></a><a href="#top76">76</a> Interview with Hugh Masekela, Chapel    Hill, North Carolina, 12 October 2010.    <br>   <a name="back77"></a><a href="#top77">77</a> It is worth noting that the impressions    of both Gordimer and Masekela on Nakasa's final months were recorded after his    death, allowing them hindsight on the tragedy that may have influenced their    recollections of this period. Telephone interview with Nadine Gordimer, 4 November    2010.    <br>   <a name="back78"></a><a href="#top78">78</a> Interview with Hugh Masekela, Chapel    Hill, North Carolina, 12 October 2010.    <br>   <a name="back79"></a><a href="#top79">79</a> John Thompson Interview in Lauren    Groenewald, Dir., <i>Nat Nakasa: A Native of Nowhere</i> (DVD, Times Media South    Africa, 1999).    <br>   <a name="back80"></a><a href="#top80">80</a> Ibid; Matthew Keaney, '"I Can Feel    My Grin Turn to a Grimace''', 128.    <br>   <a name="back81"></a><a href="#top81">81</a> For further detail about the Nakasa    Award, as well as a list of winners, see 'Awards', South African National Editors'    Forum. Accessed 3 April 2011. <a href="http://www.sanef.org.za/awards" target="_blank">http://www.sanef.org.za/awards</a>    <br>   <a name="back82"></a><a href="#top82">82</a> Jacob Zuma, 'Address at the SANEF    Awards Dinner', South African Government Information, 30 June 2009. Accessed    1 April 2011. <a href="http://www.info.gov.za/speech/DynamicAction?pageid=461&amp;sid=780&amp;tid=799" target="_blank">http://www.info.gov.za/speech/DynamicAction?pageid=461&amp;sid=780&amp;tid=799</a>    <br>   <a name="back83"></a><a href="#top83">83</a> This piece of legislation, the    Protection of Information Bill, was passed in the National Assembly on 22 November    2011 by a vote of 229 to 107. As of the publication of this article, it was    awaiting approval from the National Council of Provinces. Under the legislation's    provisions, journalists who write about classified information can be subject    to a prison term of up to twenty-five years. Faranaaz Parker, 'Black Tuesday:    Secrecy Bill Passed in Parliament', <i>The Mail and Guardian Online,</i> 22    November 2011. Accessed 22 November 2011. <a href="http://bit.ly/v8yCfe" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/v8yCfe</a>    <br>   <a name="back84"></a><a href="#top84">84</a> Jeff Radebe, 'Speech at the 2010    SANEF Awards Dinner', Politics Web, 26 July 2010. Accessed 4 April, 2011. <a href="http://bit.ly/g7EXlJ" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/g7EXlJ</a>    ]]></body>
<body><![CDATA[<br>   <a name="back85"></a><a href="#top85">85</a> Peter McDonald, 'The Present is    Another Country', LitNet, 13 September 2010. Accessed 4 April 2011. <a href="http://bit.ly/hciaOb" target="_blank">http://bit.ly/hciaOb</a>    <br>   <a name="back86"></a><a href="#top86">86</a> Pippa Green, 'Nat Nakasa, Symbol    of Exile's Loneliness, <i>The Sunday Independent,</i> 17 July, 1999. Accessed    10 February 2011. <a href="http://www.iol.co.za/news/south-africa/nat-nakasa-symbol-of-exile-s-loneliness-1.5760" target="_blank">http://www.iol.co.za/news/south-africa/nat-nakasa-symbol-of-exile-s-loneliness-1.5760</a>    <br>   <a name="back87"></a><a href="#top87">87</a> Themba's tribute was meant to follow    a poem by William Plomer, 'The Taste of the Fruit', which commemorated Nakasa    and the Afrikaans poet Ingrid Jonker, who committed suicide the same week as    he did. The piece, entitled "The Boy with the Tennis Racket,' was later published    in <i>The World of Nat Nakasa</i> by Ravan Press (1975); 'Insert', <i>The Classic,</i>    1,1 (1963), 7; Barney Simon, 'My Years With <i>The Classic:</i> A Note', 78.    <br>   <a name="back88"></a><a href="#top88">88</a> Nat Nakasa, 'On Writing in South    Africa', <i>The World of Nat Nakasa</i> (Johannesburg: Picador Africa, 2005),    86.</font></p>      ]]></body>
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