Celebrating Joe Thloloe

 

On April 10 (2021) a tiny knot of journalists, mostly those who have retired and a sprinkling of young ones met in Soweto to pay homage to one of their own, the revered South African wordsmith, Joe Nong Thloloe. The setting was the 16 June Memorial Acre in White City Jabavu although some residents of Central Western Jabavu claim this historic piece of real estate is in their township.

Thloloe has warded off the ageing process rather well. He is turning 79 in a few months but does not look much different from the individual I met nearly fifty years ago as a rookie journalist, in 1973 to be precise.

Many of those journalists who started out with him are no more. Contemporaries that readily come to mind are Aggrey Klaaste, Juby Mayet and those who were a few years older such as Stan Motjuwadi and Casey Motsisi.

Thloloe straddles many generations in the history of black journalism in this country. He came towards the tail end of Drum magazine’s golden era. Then he Hushered some of us and the likes of Willie Bokala, Maud Motanyane, Pearl Luthuli, the late Ruth Bhengu, Duma Ndlovu and too many to mention at the height of Black Consciousness.

When the SABC was forced to cast off its function as a propaganda machinery of the National Party, Thloloe was among a team head hunted to ring in changes within this institution which plays a critical role in shaping public opinion.

He entered the profession at a time when the era immortalised by iconic figures like Henry Nxumalo, Can Themba and symbolised by the destruction of Sophiatown was coming to an end.This was the era of Drum magazine. Nxumalo had been killed several years earlier. Themba had quit journalism to take up teaching in Swaziland now Eswatini. Others had sought greener pastures abroad.

When Thloloe immersed himself fully in journalism the political landscape on the continent had changed 360 degrees. The winds of change were sweeping throughout from Morocco to Madagascar. Apartheid police became even more vicious culminating in the Sharpeville and Langa massacres on March 21.

On that fateful day on March 21 1960, 18 years old Thloloe was part of those who marched with the Pan Africanist Congress leaders including Robert MangalisoSobukwe in a historic protest march against the Pass Laws. These laws ignominously compelled African males over 16 years to carry on their persons all the time an identity document specific to Africans only. Failure to produce such a document was a criminal offence.

The March 21 anti Pass campaign marked the turning point in the politics of South Africa. In the wake of the Sharpeville and Langa massacres, Pretoria went a step further by outlawing the less than one year old PAC and the much older African National Congress. The politics of deputations and pleadings with the latter day pharaohs had come to an end.

Both the PAC and ANC embarked on the armed struggle, the PAC in particular orchestrated the expulsion of South Africa from the United Nations and the country became a pariah in most parts of the world. For his participation in the March 21 campaign Thloloe earned himself a spell in prison.

Imprisonment was to scar his life intermittently for almost the next thirty years until the unbanning of political parties in 1990. His second spell in prison came in 1976 when he was detained for four months. Typical of the times, he was not given reasons for his incarceration. As his colleagues, we knew why. His sin was being a journalist and leader of our union, the Union of Black Journalists. He was also a good and bloody stubborn journalist. Being a good journalist and known but hard to proof PAC connections was too potent a brew the Boers could not stomach. Hence the arbitrary detentions.

The following year he was detained for an even longer stretch 18 months. He was held under the so called Terrorism Act of 1967. If the security police hoped to break him with torture – he says there were occasions when they so viciously tortured him that he cried – they were wasting their time. He is as tough as nailshareds. He once told me how as a teenager his mother often despaired in trying to discipline him and in exasperation would shout unenkaniyeselesele. This is the sort of stubbornness that even those security police sadists, trained in all the techniques of inflicting pain could not subdue. He was banned for three years in 1981, then jailed between 1982 – 1984.

A former colleague Phil Mtimkulu says of Thloloe  ‘ I have lost count the number of times this guy was detained. In those days if I had not seen him for a stretch of time I knew he was arrested’, a sentiment echoed by fellow ex journalist and, friend ThamiMazwai.

As speaker after speaker shared fond memories of their interaction over the years with this towering Pan Africanist, it was, I think Oupa Ngwenya who summed up the true character of the man of the occasion when he said of him ‘In all the years we were colleagues at Sowetan, I don’t recall Bra Joe showing his struggle credentials or even shouting the PAC slogan of Izwelethu.

The April 10 gathering was a stirring celebration of a very modest but towering figure in politics, but largely journalism

- Mpikeleni Duma (Johannesburg)