Hani, Hani come dance for me
April 12th, 2008
The story so far: Chris Hani lies dead in his driveway. His killer, Janusz Walus, is arrested minutes after the assassination of the SACP leader. Terrible grief resounds the world over as black-white tensions rise to a crescendo. What chance is there for the peace Hani has given his life for?
Janet Smith and Beauregard Tromp look at the questions in part three of their series.
It had been a long day. The chartered jet carrying Major-General Bantu Holomisa finally taxied to a halt as night slipped over Umtata.
Accepting Nelson Mandela’s request to represent him at a wedding in Swaziland at the invitation of King Mswati 3, a symbolic abstraction, the Transkei leader had started out early, leaving Mandela at Qunu where the ANC president was to spend Easter Saturday peacefully, with family.
The day should have ended quietly too for Holomisa. But he was surprised to see another jet glinting on the tarmac. As he stepped down from the plane, he was advised that Mandela was in the VIP lounge, waiting for him.
Coming down the stairs at Jan Smuts International Airport in Johannesburg two hours later, and seeing the sombre faces of Joe Slovo, Pallo Jordan and Cyril Ramaphosa, Holomisa knew it was real.
Mandela had sat him down to relay the news that crumpled both men: “They have assassinated Chris Hani.”
That night, Mandela would have his first experience of addressing the nation on television, in an attempt to contain the violent backlash that was sure to follow. It was a stirring, unforgettable speech, without hyperbole, told from the tight-rope.
“We are a nation in mourning. Our pain and anger are real. Yet we must not permit ourselves to be provoked by those who seek to deny us the very freedom Chris Hani gave his life for. A white woman, of Afrikaner origin, risked her life so that we may know and bring to justice this assassin.”
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