Hart 'Welcome' Guests

by John Henderson

The South African consul-general Phillip threw a party recently. He has one of these things every year to celebrate South Africa Independence Day, known to Hart supporters as the birthday of Apartheid. Traditionally Hart sends down a delegation to 'welcome' the invited guests, and this year was no exception. By the time the first Mercedes Benz had slunk into the Overseas Terminal, there were about 40 Hart supporters assembled outside, as well as three police cars and six policemen trying vainly to look efficient and warning off venturesome demonstrators with the words 'you can't go in - it's a private function'. We are not disputing the fact that it was a private function (any function to which local [unclear: are] invited is by its very definition private - they seem to have a paranoia about average everyday citizens coming in to see what they are up to. And wouldn't you if you were actively supporting the breaking of the Declaration of Human Rights?). What we are upset about is the fact that the Harbour Board allowed such an obviously [unclear: and] inhumane group to assemble on its property in the first place.

Among the first to sidle in was the well known [unclear: from] the Rugby Union, Vince Paino, followed closely by that remarkable Jack Sullivan. Several senior citizens (sorry, Public Servants) greased in to the tune of much jeering and swearing from the ranks of the demonstrators, now numbering about 60. Several other 'people' came in a little later, including the leader of our obnoxious Opposition, who squatted in the back of his mobile sty, a piggy smile upon his piggy face, followed by Landslide Comber in his discreet red Hillman Humber, grease and other unknown fatty substances dripping from his badly-laundered hair, and finally someone similar to if not the same as the ex-South Vietnamese ambassador who was greeted by cries of 'fascist...racist...prick'. When the last of the [unclear: had] gone in, the demonstration disbanded, leaving the pigs to wallow in their crepes suzettes, and knowing full well that their days as oppressors are numbered.

Ken Comber