{"footnote":"\u003Cp\u003E  Presumably the blacks were simply too far outside the realm of politics, as the term was commonly understood, to be brought into consideration. More than twenty years after the end of the  Anglo-Boer War, Roy Campbell, who remains the finest lyric poet in English that South Africa has yet produced, and who was as sensitive to the local idiom as anyone could be, wrote a lengthy satire  in rhyming couplets about the country\u0026rsquo;s political and intellectual life. Entitled \u003Cem class=\u0022emphasisClass\u0022\u003EThe Wayzgoose\u003C\/em\u003E, it focuses on two typically South African simpletons, Johnny (the  English-speaker) and Piet (the Afrikaner). \u0026lsquo;Think not that I on racial questions touch,\u0026rsquo; the refrain of the poem runs, \u0026lsquo;For one was Durban-born, the other Dutch.\u0026rsquo; (Durban in those days was the most  British, the most true-blue-Tory, of South Africa\u0026rsquo;s cities.)\u003C\/p\u003E\n","audio":[],"video":[]}