My
grandson Tifiso,
When
I received your letter I was greatly alarmed that things were not well on your
side, since it’s been a while since I last heard from you. Frankly, your last
correspondence was when you were complaining about the ill-treatment you were
getting from your colleagues in government, for your supposed honesty. I warned
you that that would happen. How are you holding up the values I brought you up
with? Holding and perhaps letting go a little sometimes? Eh?
I
see that the gist of your letter is that you were put in quite a bad position
when your immediate boss “ordered’ you to do something which you did not feel
was right because it was—since you couldn’t bring yourself to mention it
bluntly in the letter—very illegal. Well, didn’t I tell you, mzukulu, that you would be put in such
positions, and you told me that it would never happen to you? I do not mean to
taunt you, just merely reminding you because you didn’t listen to the advice of
your elder.
You
are asking me what course of action you should take. Here is my advice: I do
not know. What do you expect me to say? All my life, I have raised you to
pursue the truth and pursue it relentlessly, and without fear. For starters,
did you tell your supervisor that you were not comfortable with doctoring
receipts and such other shocking bureaucratic perversions you mention in your
letter? From what I can surmise from your words, you made no attempt of
declaring your position in the matter, and that was where you went wrong.
I
know that you were perhaps afraid of the consequences that would follow not
executing an order from above: you would have to forget about a promotion for
good in that department, and, of course, risk being treated as a pariah. If I
may ask, what happened to the standing orders that all government departments must
follow? Did you ask this boss gentleman or lady (good Lord forbid) about what
the standing orders said on this issue? Did you not know what they stipulated?
Have truth and honesty, anything to do in the
lives your current generation? In our time, most men would speak the truth and
live with himself in poverty, with a clear conscience, than to compromise it
and pretend as if all was well. You probably think it’s just the old age that’s
making me rant. No, it’s hardly so. Such nonsensical ideas that are popular
these days, as that a man could stand for truth in a past era, and not in the
modern age, are steeped in the false premise of what Mr. Chesterton called
“Thursdayism” (I am sure you still remember the book by Mr. Chesterton? The Man
Who Was Thursday). The danger of your generation is not that evils in society
are diminishing, but that we have lowered the standards with which to detect
them. Again I paraphrase the words of the gentleman mentioned above. Mzukulu, you have the chance to set the
tone of your work life—indeed of your whole life—right now, while you are still
young. If you fail to stand for what is right now, I am afraid you are
preparing yourself for a tedious life of trying to fit in the world.
These
are the last spurts of my pen (I would be happy if you bought me two more, and
give them to the driver of Man-to-Ngomane Transport, who will then give them to
me when I go to town next week), and I address your last concern. Yes. It is
more likely that you, the small fish, would get charged, paraded in court,
convicted and thrown in prison for this crime. No matter that your boss set you
to it. And I hear that the Southland Corruption Commission is doing a fine job
in frying the small fish.
Alas,
the rheumatism has really taken its toll on my bones, and
therefore I must end my letter here, and wish you well on your budding career.
Your
Loving Grandmother
Gogo
Sati Likati.