The Glittering Chamber of Johannesburg
The final jolt came in South Africa. From Kenya in 1974, I was invited by the African (black) Federation of Chambers of Commerce to talk to black businesspeople in several cities. Robin also was invited.
On the way south, we visited Tanzania, Zambia, and Malawi, where I lectured in universities and government agencies and enjoyed meals with professors and government officials. In Dar es Salaam I talked at the university, where I was greeted kindly by Tanzanian students but was insulted by several Canadians who wanted only to know who had paid my way -- the U.S. Information Agency had -- and they would listen to me no further. In Lusaka, Zambia, I found a team of Harvard Business School professors advising government officials on negotiating strategy vis-à-vis multinational corporations.
In South Africa, our hosts were Sam Motsuenyane, President of the African Federation of Chambers of Commerce (black), and Cyril Pearce, President of the Johannesburg Chamber (white). Sam and Cyril were close friends, having traveled together to other African countries to show that a prominent black and a prominent white from South Africa could do just that. In Johannesburg, Sam was often a guest at the Pearce household.
For a week, Robin and I traveled from city to city, where I told black businesspeople how racial integration had