THE RESURRECTION OF J. M. MELD

In a former chapter I have related a secret I had kept for 30 years concerning J. M. Nield. I had heard from someone who I thought should know, that he was dead. I find now, as Mark Twain said, that was "a little exaggerated." I have met Nield since the "resurrection," and related the whole story to him for the first time. At the end of the story, which I tried to picture as graphic as he wrote it, I calmly said: "The author of that fictitious talc was J. M. Nield." He didn't flinch, he didn't deny it, nor' did he admit it. Silence gives consent.

A. D. Donovan, the editor of The Cape, I regret to say, is dead-he died about 1930. In one of his satirical articles he pictured me as a Town Councillor in 1936, many years before that date, with John Carver as Mayor, running Cape Town under a Soviet system. His suppositions were somewhat premature. General Smuts can smile at such suggestions. Yet Donovan was sub-editor of the South African News when Jack Erasmus was a reporter on that paper. Donovan allowed us a lot of space for our speeches in the early days of 1904, and Erasmus got us reprints as pamphlets republished in their press.

J. M. Nield and John Connolly joined the old S.D.F. during the 1914-18 conflict. Nield was formerly an engine driver on the South African Railways, dismissed, I believe, during the General Strike in 1914. Connolly was a member of the Natal Parliament before Union. They were both capable men, though not altogether of the Left-wing type. They wrote a booklet jointly during that period, describing it, Unemployment, its Cause and Cure. This they visualised to be possible during the Capitalist administration of industry, which gave cause for much criticism from the members of the S.D.F., who have always contended that Capitalism is the cause of unemployment, and that, under such administration, there is no cure.

There appeared to be very conflicting opinions about their sug­gestions, which induced Nield to say: "The Socialists called us 'Tools' of the Capitalists, and the Capitalists called us 'dangerous revolutionaries.' " However, suffice to say, unemployment is still with us, and we haven't heard much about the booklet since.

Nield and Connolly were inseparable friends. I have now discovered that it was Connolly who died a few years ago, so my informant buried the wrong man.