Poetic tribute to Struggle stalwart Blanche La Guma

Blanche La Guma at the launch of a programme to celebrate Alex La Guma’s legacy on 20 February 2019 which would have been his 94th birthday.

Blanche La Guma at the launch of a programme to celebrate Alex La Guma’s legacy on 20 February 2019 which would have been his 94th birthday.

Published Jul 6, 2023

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Struggle stalwart Blanche La Guma has passed away peacefully at the age of 96.

The widow of writer and prominent Communist Party of SA, later renamed the SACP activist, Alex La Guma, she died on Thursday.

The couple had two children, Eugene and Bartholomew.

An excerpt from her biography on South African History Online reads: “In 1957, in response to the Nursing Act (No. 69) of that year, Blanche organised a demonstration of 300 nurses. She was detained under the 90-day solitary confinement laws in 1963 and subsequently banned.

“She and Alex subsequently moved to Cuba, where he acted as the ANC representative for the Caribbean. In 1985 Alex died and Blanche returned to London. In 1992 she returned to Cape Town.”

A poem in tribute to La Guma by Dean of the Anglican Cathedral of St George the Martyr, Michael Weeder, reads:

IF I WAS IN CUBA TODAY

(for Blanche La Guma, with affection)

If I was in Cuba today

you would find me at

the Cementerio de Cristóbal Colónat

at the grave of Alex la Guma,

our District Six Dostoevsky.

I will sing: “da garie padtjie narie kramat toe.”

A coconut shell slanging a goema riddim,

You will catch the tune and sing with me,

as I libate the ground with a tot of buchu-brandy,

cigar smoke infused with a sniff of Jamaican sunshine,

the non-majat, forgotten familiar of home.

If I was in Cuba today

we will slow salsa under a Carib moon

keening low, like old lovers, do. We will sing

about “jou matras en my kombers” like

Blanche and Alex would once have sung:

their eyes on the waters of the Playas del Este

their hearts blissed by the wind breezing down

the moonlit lanes beyond Roger Street, across

the Parade to the bay of their sighed longing.

I will stand in gratitude at your grave, Uncle Alex,

in Havana today, and to say that we have

not forgotten you and your words

that led us through the fog and beyond

the night of draconian ghosts

to where we walk the days of freedom.

© Michael Weeder

Cape Times