• Athol Fugard, South African playwright, dies at 92

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    OBITUARY: Athol Fugard — global playwright who shone a light into dark corners of the SA psych

    Many of his plays were shaped by the politics of the 1970s and ’80s

    09 March 2025 - 19:44

    by Kyle Zeeman

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    Before its closure in March 2021 due to the Covid-19 pandemic, the
    Athol Fugard Theatre in Cape Town attracted thousands of patrons a
    year: a beacon in the turbulent waters of SA politics and the arts,
    much like the man it was named after.

    Athol Harold Lanigan Fugard was born on June 11 1932 in Middelburg, in
    the Great Karoo region of the Eastern Cape. He and his two siblings,
    an older brother and younger sister, moved with their parents to Port
    Elizabeth (now Gqeberha) in 1935.

    His father, Harold David, was a jazz pianist who struggled with a
    childhood accident that left him increasingly unable to work. His
    mother, Elizabeth Magdalena (Potgieter), ran a small boarding house
    and later a cafe, to try to make ends meet for the family. These
    places and experiences would later inspire several Fugard plays,
    including Hello and Goodbye, The Captain’s Tiger and “Master Harold”
    ... and the Boys.

    The boy everyone called “Hally” was fun-loving and enjoyed playing
    pretend, hinting at a calling that would one day see him become one of
    SA’s greatest playwrights.

    In a career spanning more than six decades, Fugard would use his
    talent to bring a voice to the voiceless, lift those trodden down by
    society and speak out against the apartheid system.

    “A little white boy dealing with his indoctrination in SA, turning me
    into a little racist — because that is what that society tried to do
    to me. Thank God I had a mother who fought against it,” he told author
    Alan Shelley in 2002, praising those who had “liberated” him.

    He attended the Catholic Marist Brothers College and a local technical
    college, where he would spend much of his free time writing stories
    inspired by tales his father would tell him and from the books he
    read. He later studied philosophy at the University of Cape Town, but
    yearned to see the world beyond the fences of the apartheid system.

    Just months before his final exams in 1953 Fugard dropped out,
    hitchhiking through Africa with a friend, Perseus Adams, with £60 in
    his pocket and 10 tins of sardines. He later became a deck hand on a
    ship bound for Asia. He spoke fondly of his experience living and
    working side-by-side with men of all races on the vessel, and said it
    helped liberated him from prejudice.

    Throughout this time Fugard missed home and within a few months
    returned to Port Elizabeth.

    He worked as a journalist and took a role with the SABC in Cape Town.
    It was here he met, and in 1956 married, actress Sheila Meiring and
    started cultivating his love for theatre.

    The pair founded the group The Circle Players, and Fugard soon penned
    his first plays: The Cell and Klaas and the Devil.

    The pair moved to Johannesburg, where Fugard got a job as a clerk at
    the Native Commissioner’s Court. He described witnessing the constant charging of black people for violating pass laws that restricted their movements as “the ugliest thing” he had ever been a part of, and the
    source of his pessimism.

    Fugard began using his pen to highlight the injustice. He started
    working in the late 1950s with a group of actors in Johannesburg,
    including Zakes Mokae, and wrote the plays No-Good Friday and Nongogo.

    Fugard’s plays were part of the bustling cultural melting pot that
    brewed in Sophiatown at the time and helped prepare the ground for one
    of his most famous pieces: the international hit production The Blood
    Knot.

    Returning to SA in 1960 after a brief spell living abroad, Fugard used
    his experiences over the previous few years to finish The Blood Knot
    and present it on stage in Johannesburg in 1961.

    At the same time, Fugard and his wife welcomed a baby girl, Lisa, who
    would go on to be an author in her own right.

    The Blood Knot’s criticism of apartheid soon caught the attention of
    the government, who withdrew Fugard’s passport for a time. The secret
    police also began monitoring his theatre company after he joined calls
    for a boycott of segregated theatre audiences.

    The SA production of The Blood Knot was closed by authorities, but the
    play’s reputation spread with Mokae’s performances in London, and in
    New York with a young James Earl Jones and JD Cannon. The New York
    Times voted it play of the year in 1964.

    Fugard’s international career had begun.

    In the early 1960s Fugard began working with a group of actors and
    creatives in East London and formed The Serpent Players, which got its
    name from performing in an abandoned snake pit.

    In the years that followed, he produced Hello and Goodbye, People are
    Living There, The Last Bus and the popular Boesman and Lena.

    But after travelling to appear in a BBC television production of The
    Blood Knot in 1967, his passport was again confiscated for several
    year and his family put under surveillance.

    The government eventually relaxed his passport restrictions, allowing
    him to visit England a few years later to direct Boesman and Lena for
    an international audience.

    By the 1970s Fugard’s plays regularly premiered in theatres across SA,
    London and New York and soon his name was known across the world for
    both his talent and advocacy against the apartheid government.

    He also formed a kinship with actors John Kani and Winston Ntshona,
    who co-authored and played leading roles in his plays: Sizwe Banzi is
    Dead, The Island, Statements After an Arrest Under the Immorality Act
    and, later, My Children! My Africa.

    Like much of his previous work, the plays were shaped by the politics
    of the 1970s and 1980s. The Island was taken to allude to Robben
    Island, where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned, and considered too
    controversial by the apartheid government.

    Sizwe Banzi is Dead won the London Theatre Critics Award in 1974 and
    was nominated for a prestigious Tony Award in 1975, with Kani and
    Ntshona walking away with best actor awards at that year’s ceremony.

    Dimetos was performed at the 1975 Edinburgh Festival in Scotland, and
    another play from the time, A Lesson from Aloes, won Fugard an
    international award in 1981 from the New York Critics Circle.

    Fugard’s semi-autobiographical play “Master Harold” ... and the Boys received Best New Play awards from both London and New York critics,
    and won Mokae a Tony Award.

    In 1982 Fugard came to the realisation that he was an alcoholic and
    started attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings in New York. He said
    he felt better writing under the influence, believing in some ways it
    helped his creativity, but he knew that it was fracturing his
    relationship with his wife and daughter. He feared that he could lose
    the ones he loved and end up a drunk like his father, whom he was
    reflecting on at the time with his work in “Master Harold” ... and the Boys.

    Besides getting professional help, Fugard decided to start writing
    sober — a process he found frustrating and difficult at times, while
    fearing his career would never be the same again.

    He channelled his struggles into his work, including playing the role
    of poet and drug addict Eugene Marais in The Guest.

    He earned a Writers Guild of America award in 1986 for his
    contribution to American theatre and spent much of his time in the US.

    Despite the international fame, acclaim and premieres of The Road to
    Mecca and A Place With the Pigs abroad, Fugard continued to invest his
    time in developing SA theatre and providing a safe harbour for thought
    in a suppressive apartheid system. He would stage plays by other
    writers and mentor many.

    Fugard did not reserves his criticism just for the apartheid
    government, and in 1989’s My Children! My Africa! seemingly criticised
    the ANC for their calls to boycott black schools, believing it would
    deeply affect black pupils.

    “I always write out of love — not hatred for the villain but
    compassion for the victim,” he told writer Alan Shelley.

    As the dismantling of apartheid began in the early 1990s, Fugard
    started to reflect more on his own life.

    He published the memoir Cousins in 1994 and wrote several plays that
    touched on his life, including Playland, Valley Song, The Captain’s
    Tiger and Sorrows and Rejoicings.

    And as the Truth and Reconciliation Commission sat in the 1990s to
    deal with apartheid atrocities, Fugard’s work increasingly reflected
    on post-apartheid SA through works such as Exits and Entrances,
    Victory, The Train Driver, The Blue Iris and The Painted Rocks at
    Revolver Creek.

    Beyond the stage, Fugard acted in several films, including as Jan
    Smuts in Gandhi, Marigolds in August, The Road to Mecca, Meetings with Remarkable Men, The Guest at Steenkampskraal, Boesman and Lena and The
    Killing Fields.

    Marigolds in August was awarded a Silver Bear at the prestigious
    Berlin International Film Festival in 1980.

    That same year Fugard published the novel Tsotsi, and the film
    adaptation won an Academy Award for Best Foreign Film.

    In 2011 Fugard received a Tony Award for lifetime achievement and in
    2014 he became the first African recipient of Japan’s highest honour
    in the arts, the Praemium Imperiale International Arts Award. He was
    an Honorary Fellow of Britain’s Royal Society of Literature, the
    American Academy of Arts and Letters, the Dramatists Guild and the
    Mark Twain Society.

    He received honorary degrees from several universities across the
    world, including Rhodes, Stellenbosch, Cape Town, Pretoria, Natal, Witwatersrand, Georgetown, Wittenberg, Brown, Princeton, Yale and the prestigious Juilliard School for the performing arts in New York.

    In 2005 he was given the Ikhamanga Medal in Silver by the SA
    government for his contribution to theatre.

    In 2010, the Fugard Theatre opened in Cape Town. It debuted with
    Fugard’s play The Train Driver. The theatre also hosted the premiere
    of The Bird Watchers and Die Laaste Karretjiegraf — Fugard’s first
    play in Afrikaans written to fulfil a promise he made long ago to his Afrikaans-speaking mother.

    It was around this time this time that he and Meiring got divorced. He
    later married Paula Fourie, with whom he worked on the play The Shadow
    of the Hummingbird, in New York.

    Fugard spent several of his later years in California, working as an
    adjunct professor of playwriting, acting, and directing at the
    University of California, San Diego, before returning to SA and moving
    with Fourie to Nieu-Bethesda, a small village in SA’s semi-arid Karoo
    region, and the wine lands of the Western Cape.

    Source: <https://www.businesslive.co.za/bd/national/2025-03-09-obituary-athol-fugard-global-playwright-who-shone-a-light-into-dark-corners-of-the-sa-psych/>

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  • From Steve Hayes@21:1/5 to hayesstw@telkomsa.net on Tue Mar 11 08:28:02 2025
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    On Mon, 10 Mar 2025 16:28:05 +0200, Steve Hayes
    <hayesstw@telkomsa.net> wrote:

    OBITUARY: Athol Fugard — global playwright who shone a light into dark >corners of the SA psych

    Herman Lategan

    I’ll sound like a grouch, but the local obituaries on Athol Fugard are
    simply not good enough. I don’t know about the Afrikaans press (I
    don’t read Afrikaans anymore) but I have read other local and
    international publications about his death.

    How can you just harvest a quote by John Kani posted on Twitter? The
    Guardian at least got hold of Janet Suzman.

    She recalls: “In an earlier time, 1969, I remember sitting in his
    living room in Port Elizabeth, a group of young actors babbling,
    drinking, arguing, and one in particular, John Kani, already showing a
    mastery of English that makes him the best off-the-cuff speaker ever,
    accusing me roundly of white snobbery by not having learned his
    language, Xhosa; I had to agree I was the loser.”

    You phone people who knew Athol Fugard. You phone Pieter-Dirk Uys,
    John Kani, Fatima Dike, Paul Slabolepszy, Fiona Ramsay, et cetera ad
    infinitum. You build a personality profile, piece by piece. Then you
    contact the head of a drama department and ask them their opinion on
    Fugard’s oeuvre.

    You make the obit come alive in such a way that you feel you’ve known
    the person. Titbits from his childhood, quirky habits, offbeat stuff.
    Why did he stop drinking at one stage?

    This brings in a human angle. What was his dark side? Do people know
    that he had a fall-out with one of his best friends, Yvonne Bryceland?
    Why did he separate from his wife after six decades? Where is she?
    Where is his daughter from that marriage? What do they say?

    And what about Brian Astbury's Space Theatre and the vital connection
    between them? How can you write something that reads like a CV, a
    piece with dead words, scraped from old sources off the net. The man
    was one of the world’s biggest playwrights and he was a South African.
    It’s huge.

    Yes, I’m also guilty of writing a lot of mediocre rubbish over the
    years, but Fugard? You pull out all the stops, you go big, you bring
    out the brass bands.

    You stay away from words such as legend, acclaimed, well-known,
    renowned. This is the New York Times headline: “Athol Fugard, South
    African Playwright Who Dissected Apartheid, Dies at 92.”
    Simple, a headline that is to the point.

    I suspect people are simply overworked, underpaid, constantly worried
    about when the publication will fold, so quality suffers. Nothing good
    can come from unmotivated and depressed journalists.
    And then the ending, it must grab you, it must leave you with a
    FEELING. An obituary without FEELING (and I’m not talking about sentimentality), is not an obituary.

    The ending of the New York Times obit: “Guilt, both his own and other people’s, provided a powerful and painful strain in Mr. Fugard’s work.
    In 1984, he published Notebooks 1960-1977, a collection of journal
    entries, none more revealing than the recollection of a childhood
    encounter with the Black man who was his friend and mentor that became
    the most famous scene in his best-known play.

    Fugard writes: “Can’t remember what precipitated it, but one day there
    was a rare quarrel between Sam and myself,” he wrote. “In a truculent silence we closed the cafe, Sam set off home to New Brighton on foot
    and I followed a few minutes later on my bike.

    "I saw him walking ahead of me and, coming out of a spasm of acute
    loneliness, as I rode up behind him I called his name, he turned in
    mid-stride to look back and, as I cycled past, I spat in his face.
    “Don’t suppose I will ever deal with the shame that overwhelmed me the second after I had done that.”

    Boom, what an ending, it was the engine that drove his writing, in one
    last sentence.

    - Disclaimer: It’s Monday and tomorrow the writer of this rant might
    feel differently about everything.

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