While the whiteness of the national rugby team continues to be a point of embarrassment for South Africa, on the fields of the Eastern Cape, both the past and the future of the game are black.
More than 20 years after the inception of democracy, South Africa continues to battle with segregation in sport, particularly in rugby. It is astonishing that South African rugby’s inability to transform continues to dominate conversation around the sport—not without damning effects to the game and the country’s image, as we have witnessed during the most recent World Cup and even more recently on TV. The subject is extremely relevant to the transformation dialogue in South Africa and the role of sport in the broader transformation process.
It is in fact unusual that rugby in South Africa is understood to be a white sport, as contemporary statistics reveal that a great many more black people than white people play rugby in the county. It just happens that most of these players are from the Eastern Cape—the peripheral outpost, particularly when it comes to national selection of players.
On any given weekend during the cold dry winter in the Eastern Cape, so-called black teams will play it out on dusty township fields—no TV coverage and few corporate sponsors, but a lot of passion and heart put into an old form of rugby far from the new impact-filled sport that is the common broadcast fare. Yes, this is “running rugby.”
A club called Progress is one of those teams. Over the course of several months, while shooting a documentary for Periphery Films, I became a familiar face around Uitenhage, a small factory town a few kilometers off the N2 arterial highway. Here, we followed the team members of Progress around with cameras for an entire winter season, to better understand and to capture what was happening in this isolated, peripheral landscape.
What we found is an incredible richness of talent and a robust community run rugby organization. Packed out stadiums every weekend where fans and players alike support and play rugby with much gusto and shouting. All of this outside of the National Rugby frameworks. No selectors, no TV cameras, a total lack of any institutional funding support and surprisingly, no sign of portions of national spend allocated to rugby.
This is heartland rugby. The National Team on TV is not the most important game on the weekend, especially if Progress in blue is to play Gardens in green—Gardens Rugby Club being the local rival. Zama Takayi, the coach of Progress, says “it’s that game!… if Progress looses to Gardens the whole town is Green… It’s that game!” Progress wing Riaan, recalls a 2006 club championship game between Progress and the Stellenbosch University team, on the latter’s homeground: “two things happened in the world [that] year… the Tsunami and Progress beating Maties.”
“People don’t know that rugby has been played for over a century in the Eastern Cape by the black community,” says Phillip Joseph, Progress’s previous Chairperson. Indeed, if you don’t come to the Eastern Cape you will never know this type of rugby exists. It is inclusive, it is fast, and it is played for the love of the game—the gentleman’s code of play. Labeled “community” or “development” rugby by the institutional set-up, it is relegated it to a back seat in the national perception. What it lacks is any type of visibility beyond the Eastern Cape.
Coach Zama Takayi is enjoying the recent developments in SA rugby administration and gives the establishment some credit for “providing the youngsters with a chance.” He says, however, that “if you are from the Eastern Cape and really dream to play for the Boks [the national side] then you have to go and play for the the big unions like Blue Bulls, Stormers, Sharks, etc.”
Zama’s father played for the Leopards, a black team that was put together under the Apartheid government. He also played front row. Zama represented the Eastern Cape at Craven Week but when nothing came of that in terms of a national selection he settled into a life of community rugby. “I just want to play my rugby!” he says.
So here, just inland from the N2 highway, in this partly forgotten place between the Karoo and the Ocean, rugby is on track. The game has already transformed, it’s just that “the revolution has not been televised.”
The answers to the future of our rugby lie in the heartland; perhaps we just need to look there, inwards.