Botswana on a neoconservative retreat

Plagiarism and copyright violations are rife in this country, from musicians to politicians. Part of the problem may be a deficit in ideas. One musician innovated with Rhumba/Soukous music from DRC by adding Tswana lyrics and everybody joined the bandwagon.

The creator was then left in the lurch. Another innovated with the San lyrics and dance. The music was popularly received. We are now flooded with so called traditional music, most of which, in terms of choreography and lyrics adulterates our folk music. The trademark is sexism. It's all about "Mosadi this and mosadi that". Even in politics, as we go to elections, this plagiarism abounds. The BDP goes to the polls by the motto "There is still no alternative," a borrowing from Thatcherism that communicates neoconservatism. In this article I grapple with the manifestation of this retreat to the past.

In the 1980s, at the height of heightened resistance to her neoliberal project British Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher, declared that "There is no alternative". This is the dictum that Thatcher used to take the UK on a propelled neoliberal and neoconservative slide. Chang & Grabel (2005, p. 1) point out that the dictum "captures the triumphalism, hubris, and closed-mindedness with neoliberal orthodoxy has dominated discussions of economic policy around the world in the last quarter of the century." It is a dictum that the BDP, without acknowledgement, redeploys. Here I attempt to make sense of what it represents on the conservative end.

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