Archive for February, 2005

“Free” elections in Zimbabwe

Tuesday, February 15th, 2005

I read on ZWNews today that Zimbabwe police yesterday harassed three journalists, including Jan Raath and Angus Shaw. As my mum is a journalist in Zimbabwe, I have known these two men since I was a kid, when they could often be found on a Sunday afternoon on our verandah, talking politics with the other assembled hacks, enjoying a braai, and drinking copious amounts of Castle Beer and Royal Cask whisky (of which I think a more accurate description is found in smaller letters on the label: “whisky flavoured spirit”).

The three journalists were accused by Zimbabwean police of being spies. Spying is obviously a current preoccupation of Mugabe’s, and points to a paranoia which so often afflicts ageing, deluded, megalomaniac revolutionaries-turned-dictators. In December, five prominent Zimbabweans who were either senior members of, or had strong links to, his ruling Zanu-PF party, were arrested for being part of an espionage ring sending secrets to South Africa. Whereas this earlier case is based on some evidence, and on admissions of guilt by three of the five (which they claim were extracted under duress – and having heard first-hand accounts of experiences in Zimbabwean cells, this is a highly probable claim), the case against the journalists is clearly complete fabrication. The police soon left their offices, saying there was no evidence of espionage. Within an hour, more police had arrived, this time questioning the three about their accreditation status. The press has been increasingly quelled in Zimbabwe in recent years, and under laws put in place in 2002 by the then Minister of Information Jonathan Moyo, it became illegal to work as a journalist without specific clearance from the state-run Media and Information Commission. Interestingly. Moyo was also sidelined out of the party in the same purge which saw the espionage ring’s arrest in December.

As the journalists have applied for accreditation, even though they have not had their applications passed, under the law they can remain working until such a time as they are explicitly rejected. So it looks like they will not be arrested, but, as their lawyer, the brave and tireless Beatrice Mtetwa, states, “It’s harassment. Police came to their office with three different sets of allegations, so it’s obvious they don’t know what to charge them with. They [police] are looking for a reason to lock them up.” A few hours before, in the middle of the night, Jan had also been subjected to a car driving up to his home, and the men inside it trying to force the gates open, a well known scare tactic of the secret police, the Central Intelligence Organisation.

I have found out that the men were advised not to stay at home last night, and also that when friends tried to contact him, Jan was fine, had had a few drinks, and was less than coherent. On the surface it is an incident which has passed off with no repercussion – no arrests, no expulsion (as in the case of Andy Meldrum a few years ago), no torture or murder (so commonly the outcome of being targeted by the police in Zimbabwe). But the worrying thing about this story links back to the fact that it is so clearly harassment. Zanu-PF is currently gearing up for the March 31st elections. Their campaign is completely shambolic: internally, Mugabe’s credibility should have plummeted when he launched the campaign on Friday with no manifesto (the writing of which was previously the remit of Jonathan Moyo, the sidelined information Minister!), saying that it was ‘not quite ready’; externally, he will have made no friends when his response to Condoleezza Rice having named him a tyrant was to call her ‘a girl born out of slave ancestry’ who should know “that the white man is not a friend”.

And yet despite their disorganisation Mugabe is set to win the election because none of the issues which were supposed to have been addressed to ensure that it will be free and fair, have been. The MDC is contesting the election reluctantly, because they want to give their supporters a chance to participate in the elections, and to “keep the flame of hope for change alive”. Among the concerns they have are the following:

Rule of law concerns have not been addressed; The media remains muzzled; Free assembly is proscribed by the Public Order Security Act; The recently appointed Electoral Commission is yet to prove its independence; The shambolic voter’s roll continues to be the principal vehicle for electoral fraud; The Constituency boundaries have been subjectively gerrymandered whilst militias and militia bases continue to multiply; International observers continue to be unwelcome.

So, little has changed since the last election, and yet Mugabe is set to get away with it again, and, like that other re-elected leader we all love, he will claim that this time there were no irregularities. And either because he has convinced the world that he has carried out electoral reform, or because we don’t really care about a country so far away, it looks like we’re all going to swallow it. And how much easier this will be for him if he does manage to remove or silence the last journalists currently getting news out of the country ahead of the election date.

A Day for Lovers

Monday, February 14th, 2005

I am contemplating a long, lonely day in bed today, having called in sick with a sore throat. I read the papers with interest this weekend, carefully negotiating the ads for chocolate and ‘the perfect Valentine’s film’, which were interspersed with self-congratulatorally facetious bon-mots on the nature of Valentine’s Day. The Guardian Weekend puts it in the ‘Going Down’ section of their barometer, The Measure. Under the title ‘That Sodding Day’ they moan: ‘Look, we’re not saying anything, but its initials aren’t VD for nothing’. I have studiously ignored the numerous pop-ups and banners which bombard me every time I go online, entreating me to book the perfect dinner or mini-break and telling me where to buy the Agent Provocateur underwear or iPod Shuffle which will secure the love of the object of my affection (even though we all know that this love is actually procured, mainly through that person’s glee at being able to show off about how much was spent on them).

Like most single people, I was approaching the day with a fair amount of cynicism, although I was conscious of how intellectually lazy it is to dismiss it as a marketing gimmick. I believe I have more entitlement than most to be curmudgeonly today, as I got together with the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with last year on February 14th, and he said at the time ‘Isn’t it great that our anniversary will be on Valentine’s day?’ So the fact that we couldn’t even make it to the first celebration of our love, adds an extra, unwanted, resonance to this day, already full of the usual negative connotations for single people.

But when I woke up this morning, I decided that I actually don’t care. As I am not at work, I don’t have to worry about the public one-upmanship that receiving anything ostentatious is actually about on this day. And more importantly, having recently spent some time with said ex, and had a couple of honest conversations which came to the mutual conclusion that although we care deeply for each other, neither of us wants to be together, I find that I can’t muster the requisite amounts of bile with which to flavour a stream of curses denouncing this day for lovers. Instead, I find myself perfectly equable to the sight of couples holding hands and exchanging lingering looks, to the thought of them filling cards with messages written to be understood only by that one special person, even to the knowledge that they will probably spend far too much on disposable junk. Good for you. Love is great, even from the outside.

And I am also safe in the knowledge that I have a date for tonight. With my best friend, and stand in ‘lurve partner’. Who, knowing that I am ill, is planning a night in with good food, and who texted me this morning to say ‘Lonely hearts dinner partner offered for 1 night only! Vitriol and fine whine!’ I can’t wait…

Up and Running

Sunday, February 13th, 2005

This has taken about a month and a half, and a lot of patience from the friend who initially suggested I start a blog, to get up and running. I am keen to discipline myself to write every day, and it seemed like a really good way of doing that. Harder, though, was the task of actually getting to understand all of the different things I had to do to get things onto the site. So thanks, Mukiwa, for your help. And while I deleted the sneaky little message you left while sorting out a random : error in my index.php, I later changed my mind, and decided that I should leave it on here:

                 &#8220;<a href="http://www.mukiwa.org/">Mukiwa</a>, the best site in the world.  Look it up.  Send him your daughters.&#8221;