Goodbye Bafana Page #2

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of the worst terrorist

this country has ever seen.

Do you know how many bridges

he's blown up?

Do you know how many police stations

he and his Umkonto we Sizwe

have bombed?

Didn't I say this was going

to be our island in the sun?

-Didn't I say that, James?

-You sure did, Booky.

Put your backs into it, you lazy Kaffirs!

Stand up, you slack bastards!

Three days half rations

for insubordination!

Attention!

I'm your new censorship officer.

If you want to post a letter,

you do it through me.

One letter every six months,

no longer than 500 words.

No reference to other prisoners,

no mention of prison conditions,

and no bloody politics!

If you fail to adhere to these regulations,

your letters will not be posted!

If you receive a letter,

it comes through me.

Same story, one every six months.

Any mention of politics

and that letter will be censored.

Is that clear?

You f*** with me

and I'll make your life

a lot more miserable than it already is.

And I'll enjoy doing so!

-Which one is Mandela?

-He's in solitary.

Five days for talking in the passage.

Right! Back to work!

Let's see you breaking some rocks!

Last one on the right,

it's nice and damp in there.

Hey, you!

I'm talking to you, man! Look at me!

I'll see you, Mandela.

Mrs Mandela. Sergeant Gregory.

I'll be monitoring your visit.

-How do you do, Sergeant?

-Follow me.

Vosloo, escort Prisoner 466/64

to Booth 3.

Here please.

You speak only in English

and only about family matters.

Prisoner ready.

You have 30 minutes, starting now.

-How are you, Madiba?

-Compose yourself.

We don't have much time.

How are our daughters?

They can't sleep at night,

terrified the security will come

and bash down our door.

That is political, Mrs Mandela.

It is not! It is about our family!

There is too much harassment

from all sides, all the time.

It is upsetting the girls.

George Bizos suggests we send them

to a boarding school in Swaziland.

They'll come home on holidays.

Will you cope being alone?

When I married you,

I knew I was marrying the struggle.

Have you heard from Evelyn?

She has a job at the mines, typing.

Thembi came to visit.

-How is my son?

-He is a man now.

He has his driver's licence

and his own car.

Tell him I am allowed another visit

in six months' time.

He has to put in an application.

I will tell him.

How are our friends in Lusaka?

Oliver has been appointed

President General of the ANC.

English only!

Tell Oliver that all of us in here agree

he should escalate the armed struggle.

The people must make

this country ungovernable.

That's it. Vosloo, this visit is terminated!

-This way please.

-No, please!

-We were talking about family matters!

-Do you think I'm stupid?

Vosloo, escort the prisoner back

to his cell. Follow me.

On your feet, Mandela! Move!

Gregory!

-That was quick.

-They started talking in Xhosa.

About what?

Mandela told her

to instruct Oliver Tambo

to escalate the armed struggle,

said they must make

the country ungovernable.

Anything else?

Family stuff. Kids going off to

boarding school, that sort of thing.

When Winnie gets back to Joburg,

she's going to be detained indefinitely.

It's going to be front page news.

I'll send you a clipping.

Make sure Mandela gets it.

No problem.

Oh, one small thing.

She mentioned his son, Thembi,

the one from his first marriage,

he's got his driver's licence,

even has his own car.

-He probably stole the bloody thing.

-Right.

-Hello sweetie!

-Ladies!

-How was your day?

-Good, where are the kids?

Switch on the kettle, won't you,

make us all a nice cup of tea?

-What do you think, James?

-About what?

-Her hair!

-Oh! It's nice.

Nice? Please, it's stunning!

Wait till Jan sees it,

you're in for a busy night, my girl.

I believe Mama Africa

paid us a visit today, James?

You girls seem to know everything.

Nothing happens on this island

without me finding out about it,

usually before it happens.

-So, what's she like?

-She was only there five minutes.

They started talking Xhosa,

so I sent her packing.

-James speaks fluent Xhosa.

-Really?

He grew up with them, on a farm.

He had a friend called...

What was his name?

Man! Who cares?

-No, man, tell us.

-Please tell us, James.

Bafana.

James has got a photo

of the two of them. I'll get it.

Gloria. No. Gloria!

-No, l... I want to see it.

-Me, too!

I didn't know

you were a farm boy, James.

I'm not a farm boy.

Here it is. Look.

-Oh, cute, look at the little Kaffir-lover.

-I'm not a Kaffir-lover.

Joyce.

He's even got his arm

around the little n*gger.

-That's it!

-Looks like a Kaffir-lover to me!

I'm going fishing. Brent, get your rod!

-Look, Pa, a starfish!

-That's nice, Natasha.

-Pa! I've got one!

-Hey, bring him through the rocks there.

Nice and slow, that's it!

Hey, don't look at me, man.

Don't look at me.

I'm not your bloody mother, man.

-Brent, give me that rod. Come here!

-Move it! Bastard!

Natasha, come here, girl!

Stay down! Stay there!

-But Pa, what about my fish?

-Never mind your fish.

-Faster, faster, faster!

-Come, come, come!

Are you trying to piss me off?

-Brent, get down, boy!

-But, Pa...

Move it, you lazy bastards.

All right, we can go back now.

Come on. Okay?

Move it! Don't look at me! Yes, yes.

But what about my fish?

I'm sorry, boy, but if those warders

had seen you, I would be in big trouble.

Why?

Prisoners aren't allowed to see children.

Why not?

'Cause they're here for punishment.

Okay?

This is from Motsadi's wife.

"We have decided

to boycott the bus service

"as they have increased the fare

by 80 cents."

Cut it out.

The following,

please collect your letters. Sisulu!

Mhlaba!

Kathadra!

Hurry up, do you think I've got all day?

Motsadi. Jonas Motsadi!

Where is Motsadi?

-The rest of you are dismissed.

-Mr Gregory.

I found this in my cell.

According to regulations,

no prisoner may be in possession

of any newspaper, or part thereof.

Therefore, I am handing it over to you,

the proper authority.

I am surprised that you did not look

at the article, Mr Gregory.

Come on, come on!

That's it. Yes, go Robben lsland!

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Yeah!

-Wow, Daddy!

-Yes!

-He's really got something, eh, darling?

-Very good.

Gregory! For a postman,

you play a damn good game of rugby.

-To Robben lsland.

-To Robben lsland!

I think it's time

I had a word with Piet about James.

He's officer material,

there's no question about it.

Oh, Joyce, I'll do your hair for free

for the rest of your life.

Then I'm definitely going to talk

with Piet!

Are you off to Cape Town

for the weekend?

Yeah, my mom has been dying

to see the kids. It's been ages.

Then I'm going to give you

a little shopping list

with a good mayonnaise at the top.

I can't stand this prison-issue stuff.

Come here.

-Granny!

-Granny!

Hello, my darlings!

These are for you,

I found them on the beach.

Oh, they're beautiful.

-Hi, Mom.

-Hi.

-How was the ferry?

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