Enthusiasm is a quality I value.
It’s especially endearing in children and dogs. But in human adults beyond the blush of youth it is nothing short of heroic.
However, when enthusiasm is both sentimental and irrational it is decidedly less attractive.
Which brings me to Mamphela Ramphele, Cyril Ramaphosa and the National Development Plan – severally and apart.
When Ramphele resigned yesterday as Chairperson of Goldfields an anticipatory shudder went through the local and international intelligentsia (from the well known Russian word интеллигенция, and defined in Wikipedia as “people engaged in complex mental labour aimed at disseminating culture”).
- is tough, principled, intelligent, successful, well organised and has experience at running large organisations;
- has a degree of “struggle credibility” having been involved in the Black Consciousness Movement 70s;
- and is unlikely to have made her move without adequate capital backing and other promises of support by significant others …
… and yes we all assume, undoubtedly correctly, that there is a significant (and growing) urban, African, middle-class electoral constituency that is increasingly unrepresented by an ANC that is tending, under Jacob Zuma, to drift towards a rural, chauvinist, patronage driven complacency.
The point, for the интеллигенция, is that this constituency is ripe-for-the-plucking by an opposition party lead by Ramphele … a constituency that feels unable to support the Democratic Alliance for historical, ethnic, cultural, policy reasons.
What is it with us looking for a saviour to rise from these streets?
In the recent months it has been Cyril Ramaphosa who will save the ANC from itself and us all from Zuma’s government.
And if that fails we have the National Development Plan that will fix everything.
Like Ramphele and Ramaphosa, the National Development Plan is great.
It might be my own pessimism, but in my opinion these are, all three, not (powerfully) shapers of historical outcomes … they are effects, not causes.
The NDP is just a piece of paper, an adequate diagnosis and a bundle of good intentions.
Ramaphosa is embedded in something much more powerful, and scarier, than he will ever be.
Ramphele is a single person with no established political constituency, no party machinery and a reputation for humiliating her senior managers in public (… aside from all those good things I mentioned earlier).
Sure, we can hope that she will sweep the ANC’s patronage networks aside and replace it with a meritocracy pure as the driven snow.
But I wouldn’t hold my breath.