Ronny Kasrils has battled bad guys since he was a lad. He's this country's ranking old-school commie, and comes from so deep in the ANC that he bleeds yellow, black and green.
But now he's turned his back on the Party, and has ordered South Africans to vote "No!" With his SIDIKIWE, VUKANI, WE ARE FED UP! initiative, Kasrils has broken the election.
- doormat in Ronnie Kasrils's Killarney block of flats
It's only a few hours before Shabbas when I arrive at Ronnie Kasrils' Killarney apartment building, and the smell of cooking wafts along the open hallways and into to the wild of the Wilds.
I smell tsimis and brisket and fried fish, but when I arrive at Kasrils' modest flat, his culinary skills are somewhat more, well, Marxist-Leninist.
He is making what a friend and I, living in our own Killarney bachelor pad, used to call "Man Salad": an assortment of vegetables tossed about with diced baloney, smeared with mustard and washed down with a Savannah. The current crop of South African communists, who dine at Tashas if they feel like mixing with the masses, would be horrified by so peasanty a repast. But ...