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  • 6 days ago | ourlongwalk.com | Johan Fourie

    Almost every morning, as I sit at my desk, I watch the sky turn from dark blue to bright yellow over Joubertspiek, the gable-shaped rocky hill next to Simonsberg. Yet I’ve never thought much about the origin of the name Joubertspiek – Joubert’s Peak. That changed over the Christmas break last year, when I found myself in search of some holiday reading. I’m an economic historian. Most of my research focuses on the early Cape Colony.

  • 1 week ago | litnet.co.za | Johan Fourie

    Agterstories is Johan Fourie se maandelikse rubriek oor die ekonomie van die alledaagse. ......... Dit bring ons by ’n ongemaklike laaste vraag: Wie is vandag se voorste Afrikaanse publieke intellektueles? Wie waag dit steeds om hul stem te laat hoor in die hedendaagse mark van idees, en met watter doelwitte? En watter hedendaagse platforms bevorder die soort intellektuele, openbare debat waarvoor iemand soos De Vos gepleit het? .........

  • 1 week ago | ourlongwalk.com | Johan Fourie

    Every morning in 2024, as I walked from my front door to the car, my toddler would gaze up at Botmaskop. The mountain was alive with bulldozers, diggers and tipper trucks, and he loved naming each one. I joined his fascination, wondering what new homes might soon rise from those terraces carved into the slopes. Who would occupy such spectacular vantage points, and what kind of lives would they build there? Then, suddenly, early in 2025, the construction vehicles vanished.

  • 1 week ago | ourlongwalk.com | Johan Fourie

    The modern state has many enemies. Some want to loot it. Others want to shrink it. And a few may want to rule it like a fief. Distinguishing clearly between these different threats is vital. South Africa’s recent past, marked by a political phenomenon widely known as ‘state capture’, provides one particularly stark example. But the United States today faces a different challenge, one that is, I will argue below, an older one.

  • 2 weeks ago | ourlongwalk.com | Johan Fourie

    The elephant was always there. Not at first in shape or sound, but in the slight pressure she placed on the air, the quiet rearrangement of shadows, the way the earth shifted faintly beneath her tread. You could walk beside her for miles before noticing. That was her gift, and perhaps her burden too. They moved as a trio beneath the brittle sky, shadows thin and slow across the pale tar.

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