Is The Freedom of Expression Institute really part of Mbeki's masquerade?
Is The FXI "weeping crocodile tears and pretending to be as holy as The Bible"?
Does The FXI have the guts to stand up to literary intimidation from The President ?
Are there any poets at The Freedom of Expression Institute, who could rise to President Mbeki's challenge and compose their own version of Shelley's "Mask of Anarchy"?
Mbeki writes in the latest ANC newsletter:
"Near enough two centuries ago, the English poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley, composed the famous poem, "The Mask of Anarchy", to denounce the massacre of working people at Peterloo, England, in 1819.
In many instances, the answering of the questions we have listed has produced the ghastly masquerade of which Shelley wrote. This is a masquerade of canards paraded by people who disguise their purposes by wearing ermined gowns, by weeping crocodile tears, by pretending to be as holy as the Bible, and by giving themselves a cloak of majesty even to the point of clothing this in pretensions of divinity."
The literary President also writes:
"Media freedom in danger?
Or take another more recent example, this being an attempt to legitimise canards by claiming that press freedom is under threat. A newspaper receives and keeps stolen property, namely, private medical records. It then proceeds to publish articles it claims are based on these records.
In this regard we must bear in mind a number of facts. Theft is a crime.
Receipt of stolen goods is a crime. Unauthorised ownership of private medical records is a crime. Publication of such records without the consent of the person concerned is a crime.
For these reasons, the police institute an investigation to respond to the crimes of theft and receipt of stolen property. The newspaper in question then publishes entirely false reports that some among its staff are about to be arrested, that our government has instructed the law-enforcement agencies to find as much 'dirt' as they can about some of the journalists working for the newspaper, and that these agencies are now 'spying' on these journalists.
To justify criminal misconduct of all sorts and dissuade the law-enforcement agencies from doing their work mandated by the Constitution and the law, the newspaper cries out in a loud voice - the constitutionally guaranteed media freedom is under threat!
In this instance the freedom we have achieved is obviously interpreted as the freedom to do anything and everything the media chooses to do to advance its agenda, with no regard to our Constitution and our laws - including the right to peddle canards all in the interest of entrenching democracy in our country! And once again, this strange claim has its adherents among some in the international community, including and especially some in the British and US media."
NB: THE PRESIDENT DOES NOT ADDRESS THE QUESTION.."ARE THE SUNDAY TIMES ALLEGATIONS WITH REGARD TO MANTO ACTUALLY TRUE ?"
At the end of the ANC newsletter, Mbeki writes:
"I do not know if we have the poets to compose their own version of Shelley's Mask of Anarchy, to unmask the ghastly masquerade of fraud, hypocrisy, anarchy and destruction, which seek to legitimise themselves by claiming to be the sentinels who are standing on guard to protect our freedom and democracy!"
Well Mr President, one poet has risen to the challenge. The following is The Blacklisted Dictator's version of Shelley's "Mask of Anarchy". written in Johannesburg, Nov 2007...188 years after the massacre at Peterloo..
I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Mugabe
Very smooth he looked, yet grim
Seven South African government ministers followed him.
Next came Fraud, and she drove on,
Like an ANC politician, a Porsche Cayenne
Manto's tears, for she wept well,
Turned to HIV as they fell.
And the little Aids orphans, who
Round her feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.
Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the Marxists of the night,
Like Mbeki, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by
And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly African masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, MPs and spies.....
'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - Mbeki's crew are few.'