The end of a strange luncheon
19 April 2021
William Saunderson-Meyer’s article The scatterlings and swallows of South Africa, reminded me of a time before the onset of the coronavirus epidemic when I tagged along on the occasion of a strange luncheon. All present at the luncheon were connected, though most of them had never met. Rather the key common denominator was that they all at one time went to the same fancy Ivy League College in America – the kind that produces fortune 500 CEOs, Supreme Court judges and the occasional presidential candidate.
You see, when one attends this sort of institution, one leaves with certain advantages to compensate for the eye-watering student debt and an unusual intimacy with one’s own pronouns. Among these benefits is access to the past pupil intranet, the internal alma mater Facebook. When an alumnus pitches up in a foreign city alone – in say, Johannesburg – all they need do is search the platform and invite whoever else is around for organic botanical G&Ts. This is how the One Percent network, with a luminous digital alumni Bat Signal.
What are these Ivy League alumni doing in Joburg? Well, it turns out that after four or more years of ultra-elite higher education, they had grown a little bored with America, its Orange Bad Man and campaigns against cultural appropriation. The world is big and there are other places that might benefit from their fancy degrees and boundless altruism.
Sunny South Africa ranks as a good destination: flights are direct, coffee culture is sophisticated, the locals have cute accents and at the end of a long, hard day saving the global south, one can enjoy first world wine at third world prices.