The most surprising thing about this book is that Paton
wrote it in 1946. The language is a
little odd but somehow intoned the voice of an African speaker. The two main characters are a black clergyman
and a white landowner, James Jarvis, both of whom live in a small fictional
village in South Africa. The black man, Stephen Kumalo, gets word that
his sister in Johannesburg is
ill. He travels there and finds that she
is not physically sick but has fallen into an unhealthy lifestyle, especially
for her young son. Kumalo then begins a
circuitous search for his own son, Absalom, and comes to suspect that Absalom has
killed Jarvis's son Arthur, who interrupted a home invasion. Arthur's activism for the abolition of
apartheid makes his murder by a black man all the more poignant, as the
"natives" have now lost an advocate and a friend. The two fathers are
to some degree a microcosm of the country itself, peeling back the layers of
the urban dysfunction, as their respective sons' activities come to light. The recurring theme in this book is fear, and
certainly ignorance begets fear. The
author makes a strong case for education as one of the many bricks needed to
build equality and unity among the diverse populations. One of my favorite passages is from a book
that Arthur Jarvis was writing before his death: "It was permissible to use unskilled men
for unskilled work. But it is not
permissible to keep men unskilled for the sake of unskilled work." Arthur had great admiration for Abraham
Lincoln, and in another passage, he observes, "We believe in help for the
underdog, but we want him to stay under."
What's ironic about South Africa,
vs. the U.S.
for example, is that the whites exploited a population that vastly outnumbered
them. Somehow the fear factor is much
more apparent when I consider this situation in which the whites had every
reason to be nervous. How can the few
subjugate the many without repercussions?
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