With Our Toes in the Dust
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These are the escapades of a little lost white tribe of South Africa.Idealistic visionary hippie alternatives who search for justice, truth, freedom and spiritual enlightenment in a country at the height of its brutal apartheid regime. They rail against racism, war, conscription, pollution and rebel against the system with a youthful bravado that sometimes even astonished themselves. There are tussles with the establishment, pre-dawn raids by security police, dope busts and daring escapes from the military. And like all whimsical fairy tales that begin long, long ago in the mid-60s, their message was love and peace, set against a backdrop of rock music, motorcycling, beat-up Volkswagen kombi travel, tumultuous socio-political upheaval and milestone historical events. The journey is a tribute to one of these free spirits, made up of sketches, flashbacks and anecdotes. Most are hilariously funny, others outrageous, irreverent and sad. Some tribe members paid the ultimate price for their naive, misguided gallantry and were never heard of again. Others escaped, usually back home to England, or dropped out and retired to country communes where they basked in the sunshine, drawing those little pictures with their toes in the dust. Many found peace in the mystical teachings of obscure Indian gurus. Others cut loose from conventional moorings, build a raft and set sail for an idyllic island home, somewhere south-east of Madagascar. Their vision is to establish the new utopian Eden, with a bunch of bananas and a sewing machine. Others hit out for neighbouring Swaziland to escape the long, strong Afrikaner arm of the law and the deadly game of lion and mouse goes on.Like their black expatriate brethren, they are fugitives, exiles; but theirs is a different freedom struggle. They are peace guerillas, clutching a sixties dream, not a gun. At the end of it all, the little lost tribe has splintered and dispersed, cast their fates, like seeds, to the four winds and to as many different continents. Like similar lost tribes the world over, these scattered remnants still hang on to the dream. They reassure themselves that they have left their little mark. Even if it was just a collection of idealistic, blow-away pictures etched with their toes in shifting dust.
Author: Garry Shuttleworth
Format: Paperback, 334 pages, 127mm x 203mm, 366 g
Published: 2008, Trafford Publishing, Canada
Genre: Biography: General
Description
These are the escapades of a little lost white tribe of South Africa.Idealistic visionary hippie alternatives who search for justice, truth, freedom and spiritual enlightenment in a country at the height of its brutal apartheid regime. They rail against racism, war, conscription, pollution and rebel against the system with a youthful bravado that sometimes even astonished themselves. There are tussles with the establishment, pre-dawn raids by security police, dope busts and daring escapes from the military. And like all whimsical fairy tales that begin long, long ago in the mid-60s, their message was love and peace, set against a backdrop of rock music, motorcycling, beat-up Volkswagen kombi travel, tumultuous socio-political upheaval and milestone historical events. The journey is a tribute to one of these free spirits, made up of sketches, flashbacks and anecdotes. Most are hilariously funny, others outrageous, irreverent and sad. Some tribe members paid the ultimate price for their naive, misguided gallantry and were never heard of again. Others escaped, usually back home to England, or dropped out and retired to country communes where they basked in the sunshine, drawing those little pictures with their toes in the dust. Many found peace in the mystical teachings of obscure Indian gurus. Others cut loose from conventional moorings, build a raft and set sail for an idyllic island home, somewhere south-east of Madagascar. Their vision is to establish the new utopian Eden, with a bunch of bananas and a sewing machine. Others hit out for neighbouring Swaziland to escape the long, strong Afrikaner arm of the law and the deadly game of lion and mouse goes on.Like their black expatriate brethren, they are fugitives, exiles; but theirs is a different freedom struggle. They are peace guerillas, clutching a sixties dream, not a gun. At the end of it all, the little lost tribe has splintered and dispersed, cast their fates, like seeds, to the four winds and to as many different continents. Like similar lost tribes the world over, these scattered remnants still hang on to the dream. They reassure themselves that they have left their little mark. Even if it was just a collection of idealistic, blow-away pictures etched with their toes in shifting dust.
With Our Toes in the Dust
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