Passion of the Curry: Let’s throw coconuts at those racist bigots

It’s time to call out the hypocrisy and subtle or not-so-subtle bigotry of calling someone a “coconut”.

It’s somehow so cool to use grotesque, blood-soaked racist terms steeped in murderous slavery at the local supermarket when pissed: “Hey my n…”

So when Jaryd Pillay gets up and guides us through the life of a proud South African Indian boy growing up in koeksuster land of Durbanville, to arrive at this gorgeous, golden-toned, smart hipster of a South African, well, he gets my full applause.

These are incredible tales of adversity, actually battling and coming to terms with gross and moronic racism, and burning up a lot of emotional and physical brain cells coming to understand who one is and where we fit into this messed up society.

We, the lunchtime trade at the Graham Hotel, are, he says a bunch of old white people, but we can still learn Jaryd! And we do in leaps and bounds as he tells his story with empathy, crisp insight and edgy hilarity — yes it’s dark self-satire, but in sharing it, we pass it on.

Young twenty-somethings like Jaryd Pillay are treasures — I would invite him to to any function where people need a refresher on how to be a great, normal, non-racial Saffer.

I did not think the codgers in the house needed a lesson on self pleasuring and shared sex, along with graphic sounds — that is good for the evening trade where there are younger people who would benefit from the “life orientation” skills you abhor yet offered us.

I mean oke, that train might have left the station — remember we come from the generation where trains worked.

So coconuts of the terrible, racially and politically ravaged, economically plundered not-so-new SA, just know that you and many others on that journey of personal and political struggle are loved and admired.

Keep getting on out there and showing us what we can be.

Last show at 5pm tonight, Saturday, July 2, Graham Hotel.