For one day every year, the marginalised of Cape Town, their culture ridiculed, their very lives uprooted and dumped on the outskirts of town, march triumphantly through the centre of the city. And if they are smirking, it is because they are taking the piss - a giant, raucous fuck-you to whites and to the bourgeoisie - deflected by the disarming lightness of laughter.
Excerpt from Jonny Steinberg's The Number: One Man's Search for Identity in the Cape Underworld and Prison Gangs explaining the tradition of the New Years Day Carnival.












