Less well known: how close it came to not happening at all.
The South Africa we know today nearly didn’t make it. In the four years between Mandela’s release and his election as president, the country came to the brink of civil war. And wholly forgotten is the crucial role two brothers–identical twins–had in preventing it.
Constand and Abraham Viljoen were born on 28 October 1933. As boys they were inseparable.2 The brothers attended the same schools and were in the same classes. They listened to the same teachers and the same propaganda about the superiority of the white race.
More importantly, they were moulded by the same history. Constand and Abraham were Afrikaners. They were the descendants of French Huguenots who came ashore in 1671 and intermingled with the Dutch settlers. In 1899, this Afrikaner population would rise up against British rule in South Africa, only to be ruthlessly crushed.
The boys’ father had experienced the British concentration camps as a child. He’d looked on, helpless, as his brother and two sisters died in their mother’s arms. Constand and Abraham’s family thus belonged to an oppressed people, but sometimes the oppressed become the oppressors, and it was this truth that would drive the twins apart.
School portraits of Constand (left) and Abraham. Source: Andries Viljoen.
In 1951, soon after the boys’ eighteenth birthday, their mother announced there wasn’t enough money to send them both to college in Pretoria. You go ahead, Constand said to Abraham, or ‘Braam’ as he was known. After all, Braam was the smart one.
While his brother enrolled in theology, Constand enlisted in the military. Army life suited him, and it became like a second family. While Braam pored over his books, Constand jumped out of helicopters. While Braam studied in Holland and America, Constand fought in Zambia and Angola. And while Braam befriended students from all over the world, Constand developed a deep bond with his military comrades.
Year by year, the brothers drifted further apart. ‘I was exposed to the question of just treatment,’ Braam later recalled, ‘and to the belief that people were equals.’3 Braam began to realise that the apartheid he’d grown up with was a criminal system and contradicted everything the Bible taught.
When he returned after years of studying abroad, many South Africans considered Braam a deserter. A heretic. A traitor. ‘They said I had been influenced,’ he said later. ‘That I never should have been allowed to go overseas.’4 But Braam wasn’t dissuaded and continued to call for the equal treatment of his black countrymen. In the eighties he ran for office, representing a party that sought to end apartheid. It became increasingly clear to him that the apartheid government was a downright murderous regime.
Constand, meanwhile, grew to be one of South Africa’s most beloved soldiers. His uniform was soon spangled with medals. At the pinnacle of his career, he became chief of the South African Defence Force, encompassing the army, navy and air force. And until 1985 he remained apartheid’s great champion.
In time, the Viljoen brothers stopped speaking altogether. Hardly anybody remembered that General Viljoen–the patriot, war hero and darling of scores of Afrikaners–even had a twin brother.
Yet their bond would determine the future of South Africa.
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How do you reconcile sworn enemies?
With that question in mind, an American psychologist set out for South Africa in the spring of 1956. Apartheid had already been imposed. Mixed marriages were prohibited and later that year the administration would adopt a law reserving better jobs for whites.
The psychologist’s name was Gordon Allport, and all his life he’d pondered two basic questions: 1) Where does prejudice come from, and 2) How can you prevent it? After years of research, he’d found a miracle cure. Or at least he thought he had.
What was it?
Contact. Nothing more, nothing less. The American scholar suspected that prejudice, hatred and racism stem from a lack of contact. We generalise wildly about strangers because we don’t know them. So the remedy seemed obvious: more contact.
Most scientists were not impressed and called Allport’s theory simplistic and naive. With the Second World War still fresh in people’s minds, the general consensus was that more contact led to more friction. In those very same years, psychologists in South Africa were still investigating the ‘science’ of differences in racial biology that would justify ‘separate development’ (read: apartheid).5
For many white South Africans, Allport’s theory was positively shocking. Here was a scientist arguing that apartheid wasn’t the solution to their problems, but the cause. If blacks and whites could only meet–at school, at work, in church, or anywhere at all–they could get to know one another better. After all, we can only love what we know.6
This, in a nutshell, is the contact hypothesis. It sounds too simple to be believed, but Allport had some evidence to back it up. He pointed to the race riots that broke out in Detroit in 1943, for instance, where sociologists had noticed something strange: ‘People who had become neighbors did not riot against each other. The students of Wayne University–white and black–went to their classes in peace throughout Bloody Monday. And there were no disorders between white and black workers in the war plants…’7
On the contrary, people who were neighbours had shielded one another. Some white families sheltered their black neighbours when rioters came around. And vice versa.
Even more remarkable were the data gathered by the US military during the Second World War. Officially, black and white soldiers were not supposed to fight side by side, but in the heat of battle it sometimes happened. The army’s research office discovered that in companies with both black and white platoons, the number of white servicemen who disliked blacks was far lower. To be precise, nine times lower.8
Gordon Allport wrote page after page about the positive effects of contact. It applied to soldiers and police officers, to neighbours and students. If black children and white children attended the same schools, for example, they were seen to lose their prejudices. This meant that what Braam Viljoen experienced during his studies abroad wasn’t exceptional. It was the rule.
Perhaps the most powerful proof for Allport’s contact hypothesis came from the sea. When African Americans were first admitted to the largest seamen’s union in 1938, there was initially widespread resistance. But once black and white seamen actually began working together, the protests ceased.9
Gordon Allport was a cautious man; he knew his case was still far from watertight. It’s possible that the sailors who signed on for mixed crews might be less racist to begin with.
As he travelled through South Africa in 1956–two years after publishing his magnum opus on contact theory–Allport’s initial doubts resurfaced.10 In this country where blacks and whites had been living side by side for centuries, racism was not diminishing. If anything, it seemed to be increasing. Of the many white Afrikaners Allport met, none seemed to have mental disorders, yet all continued to exclude and discriminate. So did his theory really hold up?
Looking back in the sixties on his visit to South Africa, Allport felt forced to concede that he’d been blind to ‘the forces of history’.11
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It’s 7 May 1993. Crowded inside the rugby stadium in Potchefstroom, about seventy-five miles south of Johannesburg, are 15,000 white Afrikaners. Above them wave hundreds of red and black flags bearing symbols that resemble nothing so much as swastikas. Sporting long beards and brown shirts, the farmers are armed to the teeth with shotguns and pistols.12
Among the rally’s speakers is Eugène Terre’Blanche, leader of the Afrikaner Resistance Movement. Terre’Blanche has long been fascinated by the oratorical techniques of Adolf Hitler and his henchmen are like the Ku Klux Klan, only more violent.
That day the stadium seethes with anger and fear. Fear of what will happen if Mandela wins the first all-race elections. Fear of losing their national flag and anthem. Fear of the obliteration of an entire culture. These 15,000 angry demonstr
ators are also known as Bittereinders, after the Afrikaners who a hundred years earlier fought the British to the bitter end. They see themselves as freedom fighters, prepared to use whatever means necessary.
Only, they’re missing something; or, rather, someone. What they need now is a leader. Someone who commands respect. Someone with an exemplary track record. Someone who can be for the Afrikaners what Mandela is for the ‘black danger’–the swart gevaar–and who will lead them in this final, momentous battle for freedom.
Someone, in short, like Constand Viljoen.
Constand is there that day in Potchefstroom. Having retired years before, he now leads a quiet life as a farmer. But when the mob begins chanting his name, he doesn’t hesitate. The former general takes the stage.
‘The Afrikaner people must prepare to defend themselves,’ Constand roars into the microphone. ‘A bloody conflict which requires sacrifices is inevitable, but we will gladly sacrifice because our cause is just!’
The crowd goes wild.
‘You lead,’ cry the Afrikaners, ‘we will follow!’13
This is how Constand becomes the leader of a new coalition calling itself the Afrikaner Volksfront. And this isn’t just any political party or federation. It’s an army. Constand is mobilising for war. He wants to prevent multiracial elections at all costs.
‘We had to build a massive military capability,’ Constand later recalls.14 In two short months, the AVF recruits 150,000 Afrikaners, including 100,000 experienced servicemen. The mere mention of the name ‘Constand Viljoen’ is enough to convince most.
At the same time, they need to devise a plan of attack, which leads to a succession of crackbrained proposals. Maybe they should ambush the leadership of the ANC, Mandela’s political party, one person suggests. No, says another, they should lynch 15,000 black people in Western Transvaal and dump them in a mass grave. With each passing day, the mood grows more rabid.
Seventy-five miles away in Johannesburg, Constand’s brother Abraham feels a deep sense of foreboding. ‘Sometimes I think that the classic elements of tragedy are constellating here,’ he writes in a memo to Mandela and the ANC.15 But Braam also realises he needs to act. He knows he’s the only person in the whole of South Africa who may be able to change his brother’s mind. After hardly talking in forty years, now they must.
‘If he could win Constand over,’ one historian would later write, ‘a peaceful transition from apartheid to democracy would be possible. If not, war was inevitable.’16
It’s early July 1993, with ten months until the elections, when Braam arrives at the AVF offices in downtown Pretoria.
As soon as the two brothers are seated, Braam cuts to the chase.
‘What are your options?’
‘As things stand now,’ Constand replies, ‘we have only one option, and that is to fight.’17
Then Braam makes a proposal, a plan he and Nelson Mandela have hammered out together in the utmost secrecy. What would Constand say, Braam asks, to sitting down with the ANC leadership for direct talks about the position of his people? By this point, Constand has already rejected nine such overtures. But this time his response is different.
This time it’s his brother asking.
And so it transpires that a pair of identical twins arrive together on the doorstep of a villa in Johannesburg on 12 August 1993. They expect to be greeted by household staff, but standing before them with a big grin is the man himself. Nelson Mandela.
It’s a historic moment: the hero of the new South Africa standing eye to eye with the hero of the old. The peacemaker opposite the man mobilising for war. ‘He asked me if I took tea,’ Constand remembered years after the event. ‘I said yes and he poured me a cup. He asked me if I took milk. I said yes and he poured me milk. Then he asked me if I took sugar with my tea. I said I did and he poured the sugar. All I had to do was stir it!’18
As they talk, it’s obvious that Mandela has made an effort to understand the history and culture of the Afrikaners. Constand is impressed when Mandela draws parallels between the Viljoen family’s struggle for freedom from the British a hundred years ago and his own fight against apartheid. Most important, historians later note, is that Mandela talks to the military man in his own language. ‘General,’ he says in Afrikaans, ‘there can be no winners if we go to war.’
Constand nods, ‘There can be no winners.’19
That first meeting opens four months of secret talks between Viljoen and Mandela. Even President Frederik Willem de Klerk is kept in the dark, and few history books mention it today. Yet this was a pivotal moment in the history of South Africa. In the end, the former general was convinced to lay down his weapons and join the elections with his party.
Each time Constand shook Mandela’s hand, his admiration grew for the man he once considered a terrorist. And the feeling was mutual. Mandela developed a growing respect for the general, and unlike career politician De Klerk, came to trust him.
‘He took my brother’s arm,’ Braam would later say, ‘and he did not let it go.’20
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By then Gordon Allport, the psychologist who had come up with the contact hypothesis, was long dead. But the student he’d toured South Africa with in 1956 was still very much alive.
Unlike the retiring Allport, Thomas Pettigrew was a rebel. An activist. He’d played a visible role in the American civil rights movement and the FBI had a thick file on his activities. While staying in South Africa, Pettigrew attended a string of illegal ANC meetings, and the secret service had taken note. When he presented his passport at customs six months later, it got a stamp in big letters: ‘BANNED FROM SOUTH AFRICA.’21
Little did Pettigrew know that he would one day return to the land of Mandela. Half a century later, in 2006, he was invited to an international psychology conference in South Africa.
‘Everywhere we looked,’ said Pettigrew of his trip, ‘we saw progress even though much remains to be accomplished.’22 Durban’s beautiful beaches were now open to all. On the spot once occupied by an infamous prison, the Constitutional Court now stood with a sign welcoming visitors in South Africa’s eleven official languages.
As one of the leading scientists in his field and the convention’s guest of honour, Pettigrew presented a massive study that provided overwhelming support for his former mentor’s theory. Pettigrew and his team rounded up and analysed 515 studies from thirty-eight countries.23 Their conclusion? Contact works. Not only that, few findings in the social sciences have this much evidence to back them up.
Contact engenders more trust, more solidarity and more mutual kindness. It helps you see the world through other people’s eyes. Moreover, it changes you as a person, because individuals with a diverse group of friends are more tolerant towards strangers. And contact is contagious: when you see a neighbour getting along with others, it makes you rethink your own biases.
But what also came out of these studies was the finding that a single negative experience (a clash or an angry look) makes a deeper impression on us than a joke or a helping hand. That’s just how our brains work. Initially, this left Pettigrew and his colleagues with a puzzle. Because if we have a better memory for bad interactions, how come contact nonetheless brings us closer together? The answer, in the end, was simple. For every unpleasant incident we encounter, there are any number of pleasant interactions.24
The bad may seem stronger, but it’s outnumbered by the good.
If there’s one person who understood the power of contact it was Nelson Mandela. Years earlier, he had chosen a very different path–the path of violence. In 1960, Mandela had been one of the founding members of the armed wing of the ANC.
But twenty-seven years behind bars can utterly change a person. As the years passed, Mandela began to realise what scientists would later show: nonviolent resistance is a lot more effective than violence. Take the recent work of Erica Chenoweth, an American sociologist who started out believing the ‘Mandela Method’ was naive. In the real world, she thought, power
is exercised through the barrel of a gun. To prove it, she created a huge database of resistance movements going back to 1900.
‘Then I ran the numbers,’ she wrote in 2014. ‘I was shocked.’25 More than 50 per cent of the nonviolent campaigns were successful, as opposed to 26 per cent of the militant ones. The primary reason, Chenoweth established, is that more people join nonviolent campaigns. On average over eleven times more.26 And not just guys with too much testosterone, but also women and children, the elderly and people with disabilities. Regimes just aren’t equipped to withstand such multitudes. That’s how good overpowers evil–by outnumbering it.
In nonviolent campaigns, one ingredient is essential: self-control. While in prison, Mandela became a master at keeping a cool head. He decided to study his enemy, reading scores of books about the culture and history of the Afrikaners. He watched rugby. He learned their language. ‘If you talk to a man in a language he understands,’ Mandela explained, ‘that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.’27
Mandela tried to make his fellow inmates see that their guards were people, too, only that they’d been poisoned by the system. Years later, that’s how Mandela would look at Constand Viljoen: as an honest, loyal and brave man who’d spent his life fighting for a regime he believed in.
After his release, Mandela was able to rally 90 per cent of black South Africans to the cause. He then turned his efforts to winning the hearts of white Afrikaners. Such was his success that when Mandela entered Johannesburg’s stadium dressed in the white rugby team’s shirt on 24 June 1995, he was greeted with cheers of ‘Nelson, Nelson!’ by thousands of men and women who’d once thought him a terrorist.
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