If This Be Treason. Helen Joseph
HELEN JOSEPH
If This Be
Treason
Foreword by Benjamin Trisk
Foreword to 1998 edition by Walter Sisulu
Foreword to 1963 edition by Albert Luthuli
KWELA BOOKS
Foreword
BENJAMIN TRISK
I was unaware of Helen Joseph’s memoir of the Treason Trial (1956–1961) until I came across a letter to IA Maisels, QC (Isie), who was my father-in-law. I was helping him tidy up some old papers around 1991 or 1992 (he died at the end of 1994) and I found a hand-written letter among his papers. It was addressed to him in an unknown hand and dated 22 February 1961. A facsimile of the letter is included in this book. Among the signatories to the letter was Helen Joseph. She was one of the activists who was detained and charged with others in December 1956. Between 5 December and 12 December 1956, 156 people were arrested. The charge was High Treason.
In those days, there was first a Preparatory Examination (which concluded in January 1958) and 92 of the 156 were then committed for trial. The others were free to go. The Treason Trial, as it is known, commenced in August 1958. This was known as the First Indictment and the State quickly realised, as a brilliant Defence team first dissected and then destroyed the State’s argument, that it would have to withdraw the charges – which it did in October 1958. The State, however, was not giving up and the trial commenced again in January 1959 (the Second Indictment) with a further reduction in the number of the accused. Thirty of the original 156 then faced charges for High Treason.
Until I had found the letter, I had known very little about the Treason Trial. I knew that Isie had led the defence team but he had never spoken of the letter or the plaudits that it contained to his family. This much was confirmed to me by both my late mother-in-law and his daughter, Helen, whom I had married in 1990. Moreover, when I asked him some further questions about the letter and its provenance, he pushed it aside as though it was of no matter at all. Interestingly, this is borne out in Helen Joseph’s recollection of the moment he received the letter in Court, and the letter is signed by all 30 of the accused, among whom was Nelson Mandela.
Helen writes in her memoir as follows: “He reads our letter – it seems as though he reads it two or three times. Then he looks at us for a brief moment, deeply moved. He takes off his spectacles and puts his head in his hands, and thus he remains for a little while, before folding up his letter carefully and putting it away in his breast pocket.” The letter was an extraordinary tribute because it sums up so clearly the true role of the defence in the Treason Trial. The accused write to him, inter alia, “ . . . we have been proud to have been defended by you . . . proud because we know of the magnificent legal battles that you have fought to preserve the rule of law, to prevent it from being whittled away by the unscrupulous maginations of the Government.” Although written directly to Isie, there is no question that the tributes belong to the entire legal team. Moreover, it is surely ironic that even today, in the new but still flawed South Africa, we, the people, depend so much on our courts to ward off predations of a greedy and often unscrupulous government.
Ultimately, the trial ended rather abruptly on 23 March. The Bench, which consisted of Justices Rumpff, Bekker and Kennedy, cut Bram Fischer short in his closing arguments and the Court adjourned. The accused, as Helen recounts, were flummoxed by this turn of events until their Counsel told them that the adjournment could only have one meaning: they would be acquitted. On 29 March 1961, the Court reconvened. There was one last attempt by the State to amend the indictment. The judges were not interested and they proceeded to tell the accused, “You are found not guilty and discharged and you may go.”
The Trial is an enormously important event in the annals of South Africa’s liberation history. If these men and women had been found guilty, the alternative would likely have been execution. It would have cut the leadership heart from the African National Congress; people of the ilk of Nelson Mandela, Ahmed Kathrada, Duma Nokwe, Walter Sisulu, and others would have perished. The Trial is significant because it allowed the leadership group of a dispossessed and oppressed people to have a voice in open court. The quality of the defence was extraordinary. They have been described, to me, as the “A team”: the towering figure of Isie Maisels, the clinical skills of Bram Fischer, of Sydney Kentridge, of Chris Plewman and other remarkable advocates, combined to convince an apartheid Bench that the law must ultimately prevail.
Indeed, Isie told me that there was great debate, when he was approached to lead the defence team in 1958, as to whether legal argument was the right approach. Many of the accused wanted to make a political statement. Isie stood fast. If that was what they wanted, he said, they would all hang and “they would have to find another jockey” (his words). He was certain that he could use the law to protect them; and this is what he did.
However, Helen’s memoir is important on another level altogether. It is not a legal exposition on the merits of the defence and she made no claims to understand the complexities of the trial; it is, rather, an inspiring account of the personal relationships between the accused and also between the accused and their Counsel. She writes with great humanity about these relationships. Outside the world of the court and the daily grind backwards and forwards from prison in Johannesburg, to the hastily assembled court in Pretoria, events were moving quickly. Resistance to a heinous system engineered by brutality and disregard was becoming more and more pronounced. Sharpeville and the State of Emergency happened in February 1960, and the Alexander bus boycotts had sparked a show of unity between some white South Africans and black workers shortly after the December 1956 arrests.
Helen Joseph’s memoir is a unique book. The apartheid State hoped to make them guilty of treason purely by their thoughts and words. It would have been a devastating blow to the aspirant; seeking nothing more than a democratic and humane solution to South Africa’s problems. What the memoir does do is to tell us in a simple and poignant way how the accused felt at that time. It tells of their personal struggles, their relationships, and the extraordinary bond that existed between them. The memoir, by itself, is something of a monument. It is a rare portal into the hearts of those who fought for South Africa’s freedom and it is an incisive window into the lives of ordinary men and women who were made great by their circumstances and who rose so magnificently to the occasion.
Sandton, Johannesburg
7 November 2017
Foreword
WALTER SISULU
When the arrests of activists took place in December 1956, it was against a background of ongoing, non-violent protest on the part of black people throughout South Africa. The degree of solidarity at that time was amazing and the regime’s intention behind the arrests was to intimidate and threaten; there was certainly no legal reason for the arrests, as the ultimate ‘Not Guilty’ verdict proved. I was arrested on 12 December along with Comrade Nelson, Joe Slovo and Rusty Bernstein, among others. I think that there were ten or fifteen of us arrested on that day. We were fairly sure that we were going to be targeted, as a number of previous arrests had been made earlier.
I was living in the same house that I still reside in, in Orlando. It was the Security Branch that arrested us and, in those days, they had a studied politeness about them; none of the cruel harshness for which the South African Police were notorious.
The purpose of the charges was to bring the democratic movement, particularly black opposition politics, to its knees. The idea in the minds of the apartheid rulers at that time was to wipe out all resistance to apartheid policies. Proving treason in a court of law would have been a good way to go about it as the penalty for treason could have been the death sentence. In the mind of the government of the day it was no doubt part of the “final solution”.
I was not new to the process of detention, nor was I disturbed by the general harassment that followed any black activist in those days. I had been detained in the Defiance Campaign and charged in the Transvaal Supreme Court, as it then was, in December 1952. Twenty of us faced charges then, and we were ably defended by one of the country’s