Maverick Citizen

GIVE ME HOPE, MZANZI

The lesson according to Desmond Tutu and Kae Tempest: The Power of People’s Faces

The lesson according to Desmond Tutu and Kae Tempest: The Power of People’s Faces
When you look in someone’s eyes a connection between strangers is established and with that connection must come an unsolicited accountability; for a priest it’s a weekly revelation of the humanity you share with other people, a chance to see into their agony, ecstasy and for the most part just their common-a-garden everyday humanity. If and when you look in other people's eyes you can’t escape other people’s being. (Photo: iStock)

On 1 January 2022 I experienced an epiphany as I watched the funeral service of Archbishop Desmond Mpilo Tutu.

You see the tragedy and pain of a person that you’ve never met
Is present in your nightmares, in your pull towards despair
And the sickness of the culture, and the sickness in our hearts
Is a sickness that’s inflicted by this distance that we share
– Kae Tempest, Tunnel Vision (from Let Them Eat Chaos, 2016)

Archbishop Thabo Makgoba was giving the Holy Communion. As he nodded to each supplicant it struck me how the Eucharist, this ancient Christian ritual, requires that each week priests have to look into people’s eyes. By doing so they must acknowledge someone else’s existence at a deeper level.

I thought this must have been one of the reasons Desmond Tutu always remained grounded in humanity and passionate about social justice throughout his life; because, as a priest, he always had to look into people’s faces.

When you look in someone’s eyes a connection between strangers is established and with that connection must come an unsolicited accountability; for a priest it’s a weekly revelation of the humanity you share with other people, a chance to see into their agony, ecstasy and for the most part just their common-or-garden, everyday humanity.

If and when you look in other people’s eyes you can’t escape other people’s being.

Former South African Anglican Archbishop Desmond Tutu at the Youth Health Festival on Youth Day in Cape Town, South Africa 16 June 2016. EPA-EFE/NIC BOTHMA

Of course, as with everything, throughout history there have been many priests who can and do cut the ties between their witness and the lives of their congregants, but Desmond Tutu wasn’t that type of priest. He emerged from a generation of religious leaders who took their commandments as much from people’s eyes as from their biblical texts.

This was at the heart of the dispute the South African Council of Churches (SACC) had with the Dutch Reformed Church back in the day.

I don’t do Holy Communion and I’m not a Christian, but this epiphany reawakened my own awareness of the power of connection you feel with people you don’t know that comes through simple greetings – simply seeing them. This is something my friend Claire Keeton has also written about recently.

I often go out to run or ride my bike early in the morning. On the street, the hour or two as light gathers on either side of dawn is always special.

People without private transport amble or hurry to work.

Recyclers emerge from night-time hidey holes to beat the formal rubbish collection.

It’s a time before the day has ground people down, the rush taken over; the point when we stop being and are simply doing.

On dawn-time journeys through city streets and parks I observe homeless people, domestic workers, recyclers, shop owners.

I greet every person I meet.

Very few people fail to lift their eyes, pull a small smile, say a few words. Making eye contact with a stranger is like shaking hands with your eyes. It elicits a small smile, a few words, a fleeting sense of connection with a stranger that warms you both.

Connection is important and, just as with Desmond Tutu, it brings accountability and solidarity (or it should).

As I try to process the feelings that connection unleashes, the best place to turn to is poetry because poetry, like the morning, undresses the excuses and rationales we make for our poverty of empathy and solidarity with the people around us, never mind those far away.

One of the people who best describes the modern age is the British poet Kae Tempest. In Brand New Ancients (2013), an epic poem about the nobility of ordinary people involved in ordinary struggles to stay alive and stay sane under late capitalism, Tempest reminds us of the heroism in:

“That person on the street that you walk past without looking at,
Or the face on the street that walks past you without
looking back

Look again, allow yourself to see them.”

Rummaging through the streets and people of modern London, Tempest happens upon themes and feelings that belong in any city of the world; whatever the geography, human behaviour is pretty much the same. 

Tempest writes about ordinary people with unacknowledged stories, “half way between non-existent and infinite”, gangsters and vandals (“inside they’re delicate, but outside they’re reckless” … “in the old days they would have been warriors”/ but in these days they’re out on the high street smoking, nothing to fight for but fighting itself”), and I recognise the brand-new ancients in the people I greet.

Archbishop Desmond Tutu. (Photo: Esa Alexander/Gallo Images)

Finally, something else Tutu saw in people’s faces – and which I feel every time I connect with a stranger – is the ghost of hope. Against all odds hope keeps us alive in a world that is increasingly broken and despairing. Freed from the machines, freed from people’s expectations and demands, freed from your own whip of depression and despair, there is still a beauty that sits at the heart of our being.

In Let Them Eat Chaos (2016) Tempest writes;

Can’t sleep, can’t wake, sitting in our boxes
Notching up our victories as other people’s losses
Justice, justice, recompense, humility
Trust is, trust is something we will never see
Till love is unconditional
The myth of the individual has left us disconnected, lost, and pitiful

I think hope and connection is what Tempest finds too in their poem People’s Faces (from their 2019 album, The Book of Traps and Lessons), when they writes:

We’re working every dread day that is given us
Feeling like the person people meet
Really isn’t us
Like we’re going to buckle underneath the trouble
Like any minute now
The struggle’s going to finish us
And then we smile at all our friends

Even when I’m weak and I’m breaking
I’ll stand weeping at the train station
‘Cause I can see your faces 

It’s strange, but not unexpected, how quickly people have moved on from the lesson according to the life of Desmond Tutu. But we do so at the cost of our humanity. If the only thing we did was to look once more into other people’s faces and acknowledge our oneness, accept responsibilities that arise from it, we might be capable of paying a more fitting tribute to Tutu’s life and legacy. DM/MC/ML

Kae Tempest’s recent books of poetry are available on Spotify. In 2020 her play Paradise, a reimagining of Sophocles’s play Philoctetes, was performed at the UK’s National Theatre. Their latest album of poetry, The Line is a Curve, is due to be published in April 2021.

Gallery

Comments - Please in order to comment.

  • Kanu Sukha says:

    Maybe Beyers Naude was cut from the same ‘cloth’ as Tutu was/is ? Your tribute and reminder of ‘connection’ is an affirmation of the much used … ‘the eyes are the window to the soul’. Well said.

Please peer review 3 community comments before your comment can be posted

X

This article is free to read.

Sign up for free or sign in to continue reading.

Unlike our competitors, we don’t force you to pay to read the news but we do need your email address to make your experience better.


Nearly there! Create a password to finish signing up with us:

Please enter your password or get a sign in link if you’ve forgotten

Open Sesame! Thanks for signing up.

We would like our readers to start paying for Daily Maverick...

…but we are not going to force you to. Over 10 million users come to us each month for the news. We have not put it behind a paywall because the truth should not be a luxury.

Instead we ask our readers who can afford to contribute, even a small amount each month, to do so.

If you appreciate it and want to see us keep going then please consider contributing whatever you can.

Support Daily Maverick→
Payment options