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Blame Me on History
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By Willam 'Bloke' Modisane
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'Modisane's book, read today by all South Africans, will expose our raw pasts, private and public in their nature, which are still present in many forms as unacknowledged antecedents … Engrossed and fascinated, I turned the pages of Blame Me on History as fast as I could.' – Njabulo S Ndebele
Feeling an exile in the country of his birth, the talented journalist and leading black intellectual Bloke Modisane left South Africa in 1959. It was shortly after the apartheid government had bulldozed Sophiatown, the township of his childhood. His biting indictment of apartheid, Blame Me on History, was published in 1963 – and banned shortly afterwards.
Modisane offers a harrowing account of the degradation and oppression faced daily by black South Africans. His penetrating observations and insightful commentary paint a vivid picture of what it meant to be black in apartheid South Africa. At the same time, his evocative writing transports the reader back to a time when Sophiatown still teemed with life.
This 60th-anniversary edition of Modisane's autobiography serves as an example of passionate resistance to the scourge of racial discrimination in our country, and is a reminder not to forget our recent past.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJonathan Ball
Release dateSep 5, 2023
ISBN9780868522531
Author
Willam 'Bloke' Modisane
WILLIAM ‘BLOKE’ MODISANE (1923–1986) was a South African author, playwright and actor who worked on the staff of Drum magazine in the 1950s. He emigrated to Europe in 1959 and died in Dortmund, West Germany, in 1986.
The JRB presents Njabulo S Ndebele’s Foreword to the new sixtieth-anniversary edition of William ‘Bloke’ Modisane’s Blame Me on History.
Blame Me on History
William ‘Bloke’ Modisane
Jonathan Ball Publishers, 2024
Foreword
Njabulo S Ndebele
‘My physical life in South Africa had ended.’ The last sentence in Bloke Modisane’s Blame Me on History begins this foreword. It also concludes the last and only chapter in the book that has a title, ‘Postscript’, rather than a chapter number. In the same way that this book evoked so many of my childhood and teenage memories of the 1950s and 1960s, the word ‘postscript’ also called up some nostalgia.
In the practice of our parents and grandparents before us, my generation of hand writers would write ‘P.S.’, for ‘postscript’, at the end of a letter already signed. This was a useful device to signal the addition of an afterthought and avoid having to rewrite an entire letter by hand. The practice died out with the advent of word processors such as WordPerfect—in their turn decimated by the likes of Microsoft Word. In the same way, Blame Me on History recalled for me sensory childhood memories of location life in the second half of the 1950s and in my early teenage years during the 1960s. South Africa has changed a great deal since then. What would it be like to read this book in today’s South Africa? This is a question that can only be answered by readers who place this latest edition in their hands and turn its pages.
As I turned the pages of my father’s 1963 edition of Blame Me on History, numerous feelings and thoughts erupted in me through the shifting boundaries of time. To begin with, I recalled that in the first half of 1969, the year I turned 21, I read my father’s now-lost 1959 hardback edition of Down Second Avenue by Es’kia Mphahlele, and immediately thereafter Blame Me on History. These were two among several banned books that my father hid in a wooden box i .