Words such as skittish, nervous, tense, uncertain, afraid, and apprehensive describe the deep extant psychic laceration that is close to becoming a part of the national ethical discourse.
We can add dismay, confusion and disbelief to describe the impossible truth that none of the promises of the first free election of 1994 were met, or, at best, were attempted, then crashed because of ineptitude (a nice word for stupidity). Then we add words that articulate the questions which all ultimately ask, Quo Vadis: Where to now?
We followed our own E routes of emigration, education, employment and entrepreneurship when it became clear the ANC’s BEEE (how many Es?) became a formula for reverse racism.
Our pass rate in all areas is low because we had no road map. All we…