Pieter-Dirk Uys on the death of satire or ‘How I learnt to stop worrying and love Trump’. Long ago I discovered that laughter is not always because we find something funny. Often it’s because we’re frightened.
When I was living in Johannesburg during the 1980s and working at the Market Theatre, I bought a telephone answering machine. Now the death threats I received would be recorded.
“Pieter-Dirk Uys, you bleddie communist … We’re going to stop you…. We will…”
The gruff voice was interrupted as the machine took over: Please wait till you hear the bleep and then leave your message. BLEEP. Back came the gravelly voice, but no longer as confident:
“No man! Hell! I can’t talk to these bleddie machines….”
But the threats were real. I put one recording into my show. The audience roared with laughter – and now, so did I.
For the full article by Pieter-Dirk Uys at Evita se Perron >>
The article first appeared at Daily Maverick >> where Pieter-Dirk is an Opinionista