presented a de-historicized vision of Tourist South Africa: contented tribesfolk and
happy mineworkers, as in the old South Africa, but purified and sanctified,
somehow, by the Rainbow. When it got to the paler end of the spectrum, however,
it found that it could not proceed without becoming, intermittently, not only a
pageant but an historical pageant as well. And so to the procession of timeless
Sotho in blankets and timeless Zulu in ostrich feathers it had to add what looked
very much like happy eighteenth-century slaves and slaveowners in knee-breeches,
bearing baskets of agricultural produce to the Rainbow feast.