Media Flaws

I’d like to think I don’t drink on Sundays but as I watched the news on SABC 3 I wasn’t so sure anymore. There was the news anchor telling me that I had spent five years of my life threading on a grave site! Slave graves to be exact!

It’s enough that I had to stare at a Cecil Rhodes figure every time I approached those heavenly Jammie stairs. A Rhodes figure that probably wondered everyday of my passing: “Now what does he want on my turf!?” Talking about overcoming the guilt trip of trespassing on Rhodes land, I now have to discover that Middle campus is not just Kramer Building, Bremner, Woolsack, All Africa house and the tennis courts – it’s actually a graveyard. Explains why I lost most of the tennis games I played on those courts. The ancestors were not too pleased with me running around, chasing a green ball on their graves. Prof. Martin Hall confirmed that this indeed was a grave site and that UCT would not be embarking on extensive exhumations, but would rather put up a memorial plaque.

All fair, but wait, let’s think about this. If the world somehow discovered that some World War II veterans were buried under your shack or say school, what do you think they’d do? Exhume and give the vets a proper burial on a more decent site? I really feel like arguing further but time does not permit and work seems to be piling up…tralalala…lala…lala, etcetera…