Prelude to "In Search of the White South African"
In 1985, I was having a mid-life crisis. I was about to turn 40, I'd been laid off from a very interesting writing and editing job (more on that someday), and I was getting divorced. A summer class in Journalism Writing Enrichment at Metropolitan State University of Denver taught by Greg Pearson, a former Rocky Mountain News reporter and inspiring lecturer, got me thinking about a career as a "gonzo journalist" in the mold of Hunter S. Thompson and Tom Wolfe, who wrote first-person, subjective documentaries. With ideas and encouragement from my close friend, Jim Bachman, with whom I was living at the time, I came up with a plan to do freelance journalism and photography in South Africa during the waning years of Apartheid. There were some impediments to this idea. It was dangerous for foreign journalists to be in the wrong place at the wrong time in South Africa, but mainly the paranoid white South African government wasn't to...