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Recently, my son said something that just, sommer, clicked. Here on holiday from one of the countries he has spent years living and working in, he said:

“They are not serious”

Poor Payers

I knew this in 1964 already, after visiting then Rhodesia, and discovering what a Bulawayo booking clerk for Rhodesian railways earned compared with the salary of a PMB friend doing the same job, and then gradually establishing that everything in Rhodesia paid better than everything in South Africa. At the time, I concluded it was a unspoken deal: Afrikaner Nationalists expected us to love being paid peanuts in exchange for keeping blacks out of job-contention.