47. South Africa

South Africa

21 April 1975

In ‘South Africa’ we see a return to the ‘issues’ episodes of the Goodies’ early run—‘Give Police a Chance’, ‘Pollution’, ‘Women’s Lib’—but in a more pointed, more refined form. Comedy has always proven a medium well suited to making serious points,[1] and this week the lads go full-on political in taking aim at apartheid, South Africa’s formalised system of racial segregation. The result is a confrontational, no-holds-barred satire in which White South Africa is exposed as unambiguously, untenably racist and wrong… a verdict that is to be applauded, though its juxtaposition still sits a little uneasily. To elucidate:

The Goodies are hired by the South African authorities—represented in the person of Philip Madoc playing an unnamed tourist agent / customs officer—to produce a propaganda film promoting South Africa as a country to which to emigrate. Madoc’s character is apartheid to his core: segregated piano keys; white sunglass lenses; a brutal aversion to any black taint in his all-white worldview.[2] Implied, then, in his instructions to the Goodies is that he wants White immigrants to South Africa (as historically was the norm). Tim, however, seizes upon the word ‘immigrant’ from his own parochially British perspective where immigrants were predominantly Black. Thus, he comes up with a film encouraging all the African people who’d emigrated to England to emigrate a second time – to South Africa. Given the UK’s own endemic racism (in the 1970s), it’s perhaps little surprise that many Black people are won over; but when they reach South Africa and experience its unadulterated, palpably inflicted, ‘proper’ racism, they turn straight about and head back home to England, taking all the Black South Africans with them!

When Tim, Bill and Graeme arrive, the South African authorities have just been granted their ideal: an all-White South Africa. But of course, apartheid is more insidious than that. As the lads soon discover when experiencing the White South African lifestyle sans servants, the point was never segregation per se but rather the formalising of a class system (based on race). One could argue, in fact, that there was little difference between South Africa’s legislated apartheid and England’s class-conscious social hierarchy (both being predicated on the circumstances of one’s birth). And this is the brilliant thrust of the Goodies’ lampoon. Denied its Black underclass, the South African government introduces a new form of segregation—apart-height—dividing the population into big-uns and little-uns (pejoratively, ‘jockeys’). In one fell swoop, the Super Chaps expand their overt criticism of South African racism to include a more veiled dig at the British equivalent. Bill, the socially inferior ‘commoner’, becomes the mandated ‘short stuff’ houseboy, and in the space of one scene goes from a space of privilege (a lower class Englishman still outranking non-Englishmen) to one of denigration and repression. Tim and Graeme, being more of the upper class (and historically more likely to don blackface and engage in black-and-white minstrel impersonations), switch seamlessly from one elitist system to the other, unperturbed so long as they remain at the top![3]

What has always set the Goodies’ comedy apart from that of other performers is a willingness to take aim at themselves. Indeed, from the moment they crafted personas carrying their own real-life names, the Super Chaps pursued a determined policy of sending themselves up first, and only then turning their attention to other targets. The upshot of this is a warts-and-all humour that, ipso facto, is nigh incapable of punching down. Yes, the Goodies was made in a time of casual racism. Yes, the fictional Goodies are themselves somewhat racist (as well as sexist, classist, indulgingly heteronormative). But when they identify something ‘wrong’ in society—these flawed characters with their childlike, cartoon logic, who do anything, anytime, and make a mess of it every time; who make us laugh by sending up their own shortcomings—when they turn their comedy against a wrong that needs fixing, viewers cannot help but sit up and take notice…

Viva, then, ‘South Africa’, a masterfully funny episode with searing, serious intent—a definite highpoint!

Jacob Edwards, 21 April 2025

Tweets:

Philip Madoc’s customs officer watches on as Graeme and Tim subject Bill to the ‘apart-height’ segregation test.
Tim done up as a black-and-white minstrel with safari hat and beer; a dog with false mane.
Tim reacts with incredulous disbelief as Philip Madoc’s Customs Officer reads his Wordsworth parody to Bill.
The poem:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er veldt and jungles
When all at once I spied a crowd
A host of lovely daffodungles
Picture: Graeme carries out a tea tray while Tim sweeps the deck; Bill sits sucking on lemon sherbet.
Dialogue from the episode:
Graeme: Here, you know, I don’t think the good life in South Africa’s all it’s cracked up to be.
Tim: Too much hard work for my liking.
Bill: Yeah. It’s ‘cause all the Nig Nogs are gone, innit?
Tim: Bill, I’ve told you before...
Bill: Ow, it’s true. In the old days, we wouldn’t have had to do the chores. We’d have had a jigaboo houseboy to do ‘em for us.
Tim: Bill!
Bill: What?
Graeme: No, it’s these South Africans. They’re such a miserable lot.
Bill: Of course they’re miserable! They miss their sambo servants, don’t they?
Tim: Bill! Must I remind you once again that the colour of a man’s skin makes him no less a man. Nature’s finest creation. Whatever his race, colour or creed, a man is a man! He has dignity, intelligence, and the ability to—
Bill: ...to wash the dishes, cook the dinner. Sweep the floor.
Tim: No, that’s degrading.
Bill: Well you’re doing it.
Tim: Only ‘cause all the Nig Nogs have gone.
Bill: Ah-ha!
Pictures: Bill wearing a shop mannequin in a long coat; Bill edging along a wall with posters reading ‘SNOW WHITE and the SEVEN DWARVES—CANCELLED’ and ‘ON STAGE: THE RONNIE CORBETT SHOW—BANNED’; Bill clinging to the side of a gate.

Lyrics:
Ooh, ooh, what’ll you do? I’m comin’ runnin’ after you
I’m gonna chase you ‘til your hair turns grey
Round, round, don’t you look down; through the city, through the town
I’ll never ever let you get away
Run! Run! Run! I’m coming to get you
Run! Run! Run! I’m running...
Four shots of Tim, and one of Graeme, slapping themselves on the face to ward off mosquitos.
Tim shining his torch; Bill playing a drum kit in the jungle; Graeme shaking maracas while Tim plays the double bass.
Pictures: jockeys perform a war dance in a circle around Bill, who is seated on a throne; a jockey punches Graeme in the knee, then climbs a ladder to punch him higher up!

Lyrics:
I’m small, I’m small, I’m irretrievably small
Oh, look at me: I’m so wee I’m hardly here at all
I’m cute, minute, and very tiny to boot
Oh, please don’t hurt me: I’m small, I’m small, I’m small
Bill in safari suit, smoking a cigar, contrasted with Che Guevara.
Philip Madoc as the tourist agent, wearing white-lensed glasses, then threatening Graeme, then bending a poker around Tim’s neck while Bill watches on.

[1] Thus ‘Blackadder Goes Forth’.

[2] South African Tourist Board – Through Door and Turn White

[3] Even when the lads return to England and find that Whites are now at the bottom of the social hierarchy, their reaction is not ideological but rather one of shrugging self-interest: they break out the boot polish and begin Blacking up, sneaking their way into the new elite.

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