LOOKING FORWARD WITH THE F-WORD – Pieter-Dirk Uys

Now in my 71st year, it felt right for me to have the courage to step out of the fantasies of Evita,Bezuidenhout, Bambi Kellermann, Nowell Fine, the Bothas, the Mandelas, the Zumas and the rest of my satirical cluster, and tell the stories behind the story. And so I took a deep breath and ventured into this minefield without the usual security-blankets of wigs, eyelashes, make-up, carnations or rosettes. THE ECHO OF A NOISE is just me telling my audience the ups and downs of a familiar journey: growing up in the South Africa of the 50s, 60s and 70s surrounded by a Eurocentric culture of music, art, facts and fiction, while discovering a forbidden world of African treasures: stories, languages, a struggle, a system of separate development and a hidden photo under the mattress of Prisoner 466/64. My parents gave me the basis on which I built my life: humour, music, fun and many denials. I only found out my mother was Jewish after her death. Then the theatre highjacked me and I have been in life imprisonment on stage since then as an entertainer. I share my friendship with Sophia Loren and Nelson Mandela, my hopes and optimism for our future. Yes, I let the cat and her kittens out of the bag.
This doesn’t mean that I have left politics outside in the winds of change. The tsunami of my first one-man show “Adapt or Dye” crashed on the rocks of National Party rule in 1981. After having all my plays banned by the censors, the only survival was to make fun of my fear and impersonate the people who were ruling with their rusty rods of iron: PW Botha, Pik Botha, Piet Koornhof etc. Also introducing an Afrikaans Tannie eventually called Evita who today is still the most famous white woman in South Africa. Now in this 22nd year of our democracy, I present what I call Episode 2016. It is called ADAPT OR FLY, also a title a politician gave me before he found his red beret. It reflects our collective long walk to freedom through from DF Malan, JG Strydom, HF Verwoerd, BJ Vorster, PW Botha, FW de Klerk – as well as the rainbow regimes of Mandela, Mbeki, Motlanthe and Zuma. Pik pops in with his ANC scarf and Mrs Peterson celebrates the mock in democracy on the Cape Flats. Nowell Fine now in her late seventies is still with me. Her journey will be a very familiar one to many.
When confronting the realities of life in this 21st century, and especially in our democracy, I still use the definition of 49% anger versus 51% entertainment when I structure an onslaught against the targets of fear. Yes, I have a careful structure for the show, a familiar framework of characters and attitudes, but the doors, windows, chimney, creepers, roof and drains of this house of cards I add every night depending on the news of the day. The show is live, so often the audience sees and hears from my stage what they have just read on their iPhones or heard on the news. There is a difference for me between comedy and humour. Comedy is the joke. You laugh at it and only remember it to tell it to someone else. Humour is a very personal reaction mainly to fear.You laugh at it, not because it’s funny (which it seldom is), but because you are confronting it maybe for the first time and realize that even though it is lethal, it can be controlled because you are keeping your eyes on it. It’s when you look away from fear through fear, then it wins.
Evita Bezuidenhout is always a step ahead of the chorus. She is the star of the extravaganza and if there is good reason for her to join the fray she will. As a member of the ANC she is – as you can imagine – very busy trying to sort out that minefield of politics in Luthuli House. And yet after Brexit and the recent Amrican Presidential election, world politics has a direct influence on everything that develops around us here in South Africa. Besides Donald Trump who has given satirists so much inspiration, the gems of logic from our President are as priceless as the utterances of the 45th President of the United States, while Julius Malema and the Teletubbies of the EFF never let me down. The proposed law against ‘hate-speech’ might decapitate a few choice gags and demand a reinvention of how you call a spade a shovel without falling foul of the duvet of selfcensorship. Luckily Mrs Bezuidenhout has no time for trivial pursuits. She still refers to me as a third-rate comedian. And I am very relieved I never have to meet her face to face. But she is determined to travel the country whenever she can and reflect for fellow citizens her optimism and where we come from, so we can all celebrate where we are going. Evita wants us to fall in love with South Africa again.
My definition of optimism is: expecting the worst, hoping that the worst will never be as bad as I imagine. So far so good. The onslaught of bad news can so easily overrun any focus on what is good around us. And yet here are far more good people in our country than bad ones. Good politicians, good teachers, good lawyers, good, ministers, good mums and dads – and very important, good gogos and tatas. So I try and focus on what works, on what matters, on what enriches – and keep the poison and the sticky of disappointment at bay. Did we whites ever think that we would one day get away with apartheid? We did. There were no Nuremburg Trials. None of us was hung like Saddam Hussein for crimes against humanity. A man came out of 27 years of darkness and gave us light – and Eskom gave up! I am concerned that too many of our citizens see voting as a tiresome chore – or vote for a party because they see no alternative. We don’t do enough homework. We don’t use those 5 years between general elections as a study period, so that we pass the exam at the end of the five years with confidence in the future. So if we are lazy, we will allow the energetic, ambitious and in many instances, corrupt choices to win. The buck stops with us. Make that cross to bear your cross – or just have an erection for the election!
I will never make fun of the fears that my audiences share. Every parent rightly has worries about the future of their children. Education is all, and yet getting staler and blander by the month. I now suggest to my friends when they ask what they should give their grandchildren as a gift: give them a language. Pay for 2 years of classes in Chinese, Xhosa, Spanish, or English and arm them with the weapon of choice: communication. A sense of humour is for me more individual than a fingerprint, and so I nurture mine with great care. I can still laugh when someone slips on a banana peel. Bad me! More often I prefer to laugh at and with my cats. And hopefully on a daily basis I can and will laugh when pompous inept politicians fall headfirst into the long-drop of corruption. Lots to laugh at there in private and in public.
I love living in Darling. It’s one hour from the CT International Airport which means it’s one hour from New York or London. And thanks to the miracle of Google, YouTube, Twitter, and the rest of the internet highway, one doesn’t have to live in the warzone of a city. Country life isn’t a Walt Disney dream either; we have all the problems of the city: crime, drugs and tik, HIV, unemployment etc etc – but there are no statistics, just the names of people. That helps us all not forgetting that life is about people and not profit or politics. I try and take my 60 min entertainment ‘For Facts Sake’ to schools whenever and wherever I can. It now goes beyond HIV. We touch on sexual harassment, voting, reconciliation and hope – and I use the f-word to fight fear. That word is FUN.
Aluta continua!
– Pieter-Dirk Uys
(Pieter-Dirk Uys will be performing his one-man memoir THE ECHO OF A NOISE at the Elizabeth Sneddon Theatre from 25 July – 6 August. Book Computicket)

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