Gerald V Kraak
(1956 - 2014)

Gerald V Kraak

South Africa
November 29, 1956

South Africa
October 19, 2014

writer, grant-maker, film-maker, war resister, human rights activist and all round great human being
This site is dedicated to Gerald, and was set up by his friends as a space for all of us who knew and loved him to share our stories and pictures with one another.

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PHOTO CREDIT: while most of the photos now up come from friends, the profile picture, top left, was taken professionally by Michael Meyersfeld - (011 444 6333).

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Guest Book (61 entries)
Just reread Andre's beautiful tribute today, New Year's Day 2015, thinking of old and absent friends. Gerald touched and warmed so many lives. Best love to Andre and all family and friends starting this new year without Gerald.
Sue Myrdal (Friend)
January 1st, 2015
On Nov 12, Dutch friends and former colleagues held a small memorial meeting in Amsterdam. This is what we wanted to share with each other, and with his relatives and friends in South Africa and elsewhere.

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Loes van den Bergh

Gerald was for me a sympathetic colleague in the Holland Committee on Southern Africa. He brought something of the South African reality into our world, enriching our involvement and motivation.

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Ireen Dubel

We had an intimate get together today, a commemoration in Amsterdam of persons who have known Gerald from his early days in the Netherlands but also from his recent days in South Africa. For all of us, Dutch persons yes, it was a good gathering, sharing our memories, experiences, stories about Gerald, being with Gerald and with each other. Sharing also the history and politics of the past decades. Last weekend the news in the Netherlands was fully focused on the fall of the Berlin war. There were no stories/analysis of the implications of that for Southern Africa, e.g. the end of the Cold War had a major impact in terms of the war/occupation of Namibia and Angola. Yet we know how important that was, also for the return of the ANC and SWAPO to their countries of home.
But back to Gerald, we shared stories. We discovered what we did not know about Gerald. We filled gaps, and we laughed and cried. We promised to Peter, to write down our stories for you in South Africa.
I hope, beloved friends and intimate relatives of Gerald that you find solace in the fact that Gerald had many friends in different part of the world and especially in the Netherlands. He developed those friendships during his years of exile and he left a big imprint which survived the 1994 euphoria of your first democratic elections. He pursued the struggle for justice, democracy, inclusivity and equality and so do we.
Moral support to you in these difficult days of feeling the depth of the loss.

Warmest, Ireen
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Evelien Groenink

I only knew Gerald via Bart, but the only independent memory that I have of him is one of ga lad surprise that he was such a ‘’Mensch’’.
I knew that he was involved in charity funding and was therefore reluctant to ask him for money for my (many) projects. Someone who is continuously surrounded by people who want money from him, would of course not appreciate it to get money request from friends too.
Nevertheless on one day – I do not remember whether it was at a party at Bart’s but that was where we occasionally met – I said in a slip of my tongue that the women in the 'maintenance court' in Johannesburg were seeking assistance for their efforts to let their runaway husbands contribute to the maintenance of their children, but always were rebuffed. The sherriff should summon the runaway men and if necessary take the maintenance money from their bank accounts, but that never happened.
The sherriff and his officials got their salaries by maintaining a sort of bureaucratic treadmill in which women had to appear time and again without any effect. Some of these women were fed up of that and had formed a committee that tried to get money for an advice office, private detectives, taxis for disadvantaged women as well as for organised protests against the absurd bureaucracy.
In the weeks after I forgot having spoken to Gerald about this. Until I once more met him (at Bart’s?) and he said casually that he had found money for the committee at the Kellogs Cornflakes Foundation.
The maintenance court operations have not gained that much, but certainly a little bit from that money. In any case there is now an arrangement in which a man sees his child maintenance money deducted from his salary if he has failed to turn up three times in maintenance court, and that money is then automatically transferred to the mother.

Gerald was great.
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Maud Kortbeek

A beautiful day with Gerald

Gerald and I were never close friends, but we were both activists in the Dutch AAM, and it was always a pleasure to see him, make jokes and laugh together. There was an obvious mutual appreciation and liking.
My strongest memory of Gerald, however, has nothing to do with our anti-apartheid work. It was on a rather cold Queens Day, 29 April beginning 1980s. On Queens Day, Amsterdam is flocked with partying people, celebrating, drinking, making music, selling stuff. One gets easily lost in the crowd. I met Gerald in the middle of this craziness, we had both lost our group and went on together. We had such a good time! I felt like we were two lost souls looking for togetherness. We laughed and talked a lot and had real fun; Gerald was great company! We ended up in a lovely bar where we got beautifully drunk together drinking cocktails.

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Jos Leenhouts

As a more than 30 year long friendship gives you a lot, the end of your friendship takes a lot. Only activation of memories helps to enjoy what you got and Gerald gave a lot. And we were happy to see that he enjoyed his giving love and attention to us.
The most important base of my love and appreciation was that Gerald helped to learn about South Africa. Anti-apartheid activists were not supposed to visit that country; our Dutch history even made us suspects of compliance to apartheid and I am proud, that even before I knew Gerald I was the initiator of a struggle at my (gereformeerde) University to abolish the compulsory lectures of philosophy that were based on the same ideas as the apartheid government was based on.
Boycott them, boycott apartheid, but then it was Gerald who really convinced us not only to fight apartheid by boycotting, but also by seeing and experiencing the life in that country; the country he had left, the country that he in spite of all loved.
So we had to overcome all kinds of resistance in ourselves, but especially the anger of our fellow activists to go there; but we did!
Through Gerald we met many people, we saw the pain, but a lot of people fighting, being brave to overcome all the troubles that were caused by apartheid.
Meeting them, seeing the townships, visiting the “thuislande”; crossing the borders from white to black, from the Afrikaanders to the indigenous, original people (too many no longer in his or her original place, too few together with their own family) seeing the huts for the “maids”, seeing the long long rows of men on their way from the “homelands” to the mines waiting to cross the border.
But also experiencing that buses don’t stop for you, that the women’s toilet is not for you, you have to go to the “ladies”. Talking in the students houses of Gerald’s may friends who stayed behind about their role in the anti-apartheid war, their time in prison, their experience with the spies.
This trip in 1982 was crucial in the real binding to what happened and what apartheid meant; of course we were outsiders, we looked like all the well-educated whities, but we got the feel more than just BY reading books, seeing television; no we felt the tensions, the unjustness of it all very close to our body and soul!
Without Gerald and his passion, his stubbornness, we would never have had these experiences and the possibility to look back now and to realize what has been won and what a long way is still to go. We got to know his family, his friends , his choices in life, that was a real big, big thing for me personally and my personality.
That was what Gerald did for me, I miss him!
That was what Gerald did for me and I am very happy to have all those SA friends, that came to us through him!
I could learn, see, reflect and just enjoy his country and we will go on doing that; thanks to him and sorry without him in real life.
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Bart Luirink

Early nineties. Lucia introduces me to Gerald. He’s visiting Amsterdam. It’s the beginning of a friendship. I’m given bits and pieces of a young life already lived intensely – exile, underground, being gay. We talk change. South Africa has entered its age of transformation. Not much later Gerald breaks a depressing absence and returns. I move to Johannesburg in 1993. Our friendship continues.
Sunday afternoons in his Becker Street backyard. Sharing exciting ideas. Getting all the encouragement for still somewhat vague projects. Watching movies. Tears and laughter after incomplete romantic journeys.
We drive to Wakkerstroom – never heard of the place. We end up at this cosy cottage in the autumn mist. Only after I have decided to join the group and return to what I can now call ‘my property’ I become aware of the mountains the cottage faces. The birds. The trees. This tasteful, well designed second hand design. Our cottage breathes Gerald.
‘What is life more than the acquisition of memories?’, Downton Abbey’s chief of staff Carson wonders in one of the episodes of the series. Too short a life, sure. So rich and intense and full of memories, definitely.

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Frans Mom

From my mail to Gerald in March 2011: ‘’It was the first time since 2004 that I visited South Africa again, on the occasion of the conference African Same Sex Sexualities in Pretoria last month.
I had hoped to get a chance of meeting you at that event but things worked out differently. Instead of having met you physically I met you by reading your book Ice in the Lungs in the days of my stay in South Africa. This alternative has pleased me a lot, I read your book at once in a kind of trance. What a story, fascinating! Probably it sounds strange but it helped me to have felt myself again at ease in South Africa, almost experienced the sensation to be very close to the main characters in the chapters of your book. It is a temptation to wait for another story from your hands and as I am well informed you are working on that. That's great!’’

My wish to hear more stories from Gerald’s was fulfilled yesterday during a kind and warm meeting of Dutch friends at the premises of ZAM in Amsterdam, in memory of Gerald. The reading by Ireen and Peter of some chapters of his unpublished writings, in particular based on his time in Amsterdam, was for all of us very special and emotional indeed. Hopefully these chapters will find their way to the Publisher.

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Kier Schuringa

I am a former anti-apartheid activist and now in charge of the anti-apartheid and Southern African collection of the International Institute of Social History in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. I got to know Gerald in the early 1980s when he was working with the Holland Committee on Southern Africa, where he was in charge of their activities for political prisoners in South Africa, especially those sentenced to death. Since I had a similar role with the Dutch Anti-Apartheid Movement we both participated in quite a few meetings and events on this issue. For instance this picket line on a busy square in the centre of Amsterdam in April 1984 protesting against the death sentence for ANC guerrilla Benjamin Moloise, with Gerald standing on the far left.From 1993, when I was allowed to visit South Africa, I met Gerald occasionally in Johannesburg, either for lunch or a drink or at the offices of Interfund and later Atlantic Philantropies. The last time we met was during the National Arts Festival in Grahamstown in July 2013, when my girlfriend Maud and I spent an evening with him dining in a local restaurant, reminiscing about the past and talking about his plans for the future - which unfortunately didn't materialise.

Another photograph of a Holland Committee on Southern Africa action in front of the US embassy in The Hague, February 1982, protesting against the support from the US to the apartheid regime in South Africa:

Peter Sluiter

This is what I said to Gerald, his family + friends at the funeral service:

Dear friends, dear Krakies, dear Gerald,

There are few things more beautiful than returning to South Africa for the umpteenth time, and walk under the blossoming Jacaranda trees to your flat. Through you, Jos and I learned to love this country.
Let me share with you, how we first realised how much you yourself loved this country, which you also hated so much for so many good reasons at the time: the good-old early 1980s when it was so clear who and what was right and wrong . You had finally sorted out your Dutch passport and we co-travelled by car to Portugal. Driving through the plains in Northern Spanish we suddenly heard funny noises from the back of the car, you were sniffing and sobbing ‘’This is just like the Karoo’’. Which it was, though I find the Karoo even more beautiful.
Today I gave one of our last holiday pictures to Mercia, a portrait of you against sunset over the Orange river in Upington, normally a city to avoid at all costs (you used far more rude language ….). But on Zakkie’s arkie, on our way to the Kalahari in what we did not know would be our last shared holiday, everything was beautiful. We framed the picture in a simple and wise poem by Jules Deelder, I will read it in Dutch which you still understood much better than you wish to admit:
‘Alles blijft’
‘Alles gaat voorbij’
‘Alles blijft voorbijgaan’
(though hard to keep the tone and double meaning of the original: everything remains, everything passes by, everything keeps passing by)

As always, we brought you some goodies from The Netherlands, another county that you loved and hated, also for good though less dramatic reasons. We will share them at lunch, but I will leave one piece here for you, a tulip bulb named ‘’Victor Mundi – conqueror of the world’’. You did not succeed in becoming that, but you made an effort and came a long way. And of course the tulip is red, dark red!
Then let me assure you that many things gaan voorbij, but our love will never nooit voorbij gaan. We will come back, Jos and I, and we will walk under the blossoming jacaranda trees and – godverdomme, another Dutch word that you still knew – you, our best friend in South Africa, will walk with us.

Amandla !
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Two of us also read fragments from his unfinished manuscript The lure of Europe, based on the months immediately after his arrival in Amsterdam, in de facto political exile. This is the second book of what was to become a trilogy. We do hope that at as many parts as possible, and why not the whole manuscript, will be edited where needed and made available to a wider public.
Peter Sluiter (friend - former colleague)
November 28th, 2014
My thoughts have been with Gerald's family and close friends, especially those who cared for him during his illness.
I'd not seen or been in touch with Gerald for a number of years - mainly due to our move to Paris in 2012. But one always assumes that old friends will always be there ...
Gerald's gentle smile and voice are still so fresh in my memory. My memories of him during our time in London are of such a wonderful, supportive friend. He was also a supportive colleague in the IDAF Research section. Then memories of him when we lived in Grahamstown where he visited for work and festivals, sometimes staying with us.
I wish I could have been at his memorial service but this site has helped those of us who couldn't be there to try come to terms with his passing.
Gerald, you will always be remembered!
Jeanne Berger (Friend)
November 18th, 2014
A Meditation on Certain Times and Places
(Celebrating the life of Gerald Kraak at his wake*)

Joburg –
The cold facts first.
Creeping into secret crevices
Closing down organs
Snatching breath

Almost stealing hope

Too soon
Too soon
Then the slipping slipping
Quietly away……….

Amsterdam –
I am not fighting for ‘them’
I refuse to be part of the problem
How I miss you all

I will not twiddle my thumbs
We must build our own anti-army
Of resistors
How I miss you all

The politics on the outside
Almost as scary
As the politics on the inside
How I miss you all

I will not be settled
I am not resident
Please visit when you can
How I miss you all

How I miss you all

London –
It’s nice out.

Those long night strolls
Through Highbury Fields and Finsbury Park
To the pub
The fickle English
Their living caricatures
Of Cor Blimey and Watcha Mate!

Archway North London –
The claustrophobia of exile politics
Relieved only by countless movies
And an abundance of live music
An occasional glass of vino
And a whiskey
Or Two…..
Four, Six, Eight
Motorway with the Tom Robinson Band
Jo Strummer’s London Calling
Coming to life
Thatcher’s strife
And King Arthurs glorious Flying Pickets

And all in Defence and Aid
Of those at home
Imprisoned and abused
By the absurdity
Of a merciless racial stratification

And the great lumbering cart horse
Of the British TUC
Showing what not to become
To the new emerging giant at home
Intent on Breaking the Chains
Threatening to shake down
Both the shrill desiccated certainties
Of the Cold War apparatchiks
And the comfortable semi-comatose
In their citadels of privilege

Away the cynical secretive securocrats
On both sides
Away then
Away now!

Even from afar
The whiff of compromise
Hung and stung in the air

Coming Home –
How we discussed the possibilities
Of what had to be done!
At picnics
In meetings
At parties
At work
Our jaws ached from talking

But before long
The sharp contrasts that once drove us
Fudged into shades of grey
Grey suits
Grey beards
Grey minds
Polished heads!

And courage was suddenly required
To restate the simplest of changes that were needed
Changes so artfully and convincingly articulated
That for a moment
They were adopted as the norm

But not for very long
As the fearful and vested interests
Exerted and inserted themselves
Preserving only
A once heroic
Once seductive
But now
An empty cloying rhetoric

Being Home –
So many of us were lost along the way
Some of us were not
And used our skills from exile
To became facilitators
Of space
Of enquiry
Of movement
Of surreptitious rebellion
Of an Other Foundation
Even when imprisoned
In a wretched project log frame

It was one way to continue
And we worked hard and did
For as long as we could

Staying Home –
Many of us
Go about our lives
In the not so new dispensation
Bemoaning still
The ugly separateness
In our almost monochrome dinner parties
Our almost monochrome social lives
Can it really be
That only the blurred margins
Of the elite
Have changed?

Always Home –
Most of those old friendships
Forged in the hell that was
Remain welded
And essential

New friendships
Have given encouragement to keep on
To stay outside of luxurious paralysis
To Feel the Ice in the Lungs
To still feel the rumble of movement
Not fully lost
To be alert to possibility
Even when it required
A double shot on the rocks
To really rock!

Heart –
A siblings child
Leaps into a swimming pool

I watch as a precious god-child
Stretches upwards and overtakes me

And I am alive and happy

This confirms the difference
Between being alone
And being lonely

Never really alone
Given all those
Down down the years
Who have reached out
Keen to ensure
A special continuity
Celebrated today
With an outpouring
Of love
And laughter.


*The Wake Today
In more recent times a wake is a social gathering held after a funeral or, in Ireland, often after the death but before the funeral. Traditionally people drink and talk about the dead person, and there is a happy jovial atmosphere.
*The Wake in Fluid Dynamics
In fluid dynamics, a wake is the region of disturbed flow (usually turbulent) downstream of a solid body moving through a liquid, caused by the flow of the fluid around it. In incompressible fluids such as water, this results in a wave. As with all wave forms it spreads outward from the source, usually until its energy is overcome or lost by friction or dispersion, but its impact can be considerable and lasting.
(Courtesy of Wikipedia)

Stephen Faulkner (Comrade and Friend)
November 6th, 2014
To Gerald:

Dear mother of Gerald, dear Andre and the Kraak family!

Dear, dear Gerald, - dammit! It was not time for you to go! - I had cherished this idea that you and I would sit in old age, somewhere on a bench under a tree, and review the storms in our lives. And, we would talk about the passion with which we gave ourselves to the struggle, and the wisdom we both had to distance ourselves from those comrades who, once they assumed power, forgot about the egalité we believe in and we thought they believed in. Gerald, it was not time for you to go!

Your contributions to a better world and the common good have been recorded and the outpouring of grief is testimony to your rich life.

I first met Gerald in exile. He came to the Netherlands to escape being drafted into the SADF. He was part of a brave new wave of whites that said no to apartheid. I was already in exile, not to avoid the army but to avoid re-detention and a likely jail term. There in Amsterdam, you came and stayed with us in our Kraakpand – our squat. Other resisters had already come to The Netherlands but you were the one with a clear political and tactical understanding. This was important.

I had recently established a formal relationship with ANC structures in exile. You were one war resister who grasped that concerted and organised action to fight apartheid was the only way to end it. I therefore introduced you to the person I reported to in the ANC. Because of your grasp and your energy to build links with resisters in and outside of South Africa you soon worked directly with the ANC. In the parlance of John le Carré we both reported to a handler. He was Aziz Pahad, subsequently Deputy Foreign Minister. You must have written, le Carré-style, countless de-briefing reports – sussing out military information from those who went into the army, whilst at the same time opening up the climate for the resister movement to grow larger.

The purpose of our action was to re-build ANC and ANC-friendly structures inside South Africa. Gerald, you displayed the right temperament, the right approach to confidentiality and dependability. You also had the personality - you were a magnate to whom people came and with whom they were willing to develop underground communications.

Your type of work was instantly seen as a threat to the apartheid state and it is not surprising that Craig Williamson soon played his hand in the resister community. Was it the sixth or was it the seventh resister who came to Amsterdam between 1978 and 1979, who turned out to be a spy, albeit a reluctant spy? The poor man, I seem to recall his name was Phillips, son of a prosperous sugar plantation farmer, had joined us as a ‘resister-refugee’ in return for which the police would not reveal his being gay, to his homophobic father and SADF officer-brother. Phillips soon cracked and confessed to us that he was ‘working for the other side’. For a while, he told us what his SB-handlers were up to but we could not trust him and when Williamson & Co realised this he was withdrawn and emerged in another terrain of struggle: Southern Rhodesia. Like others, he will have ended up in the dreadful no-mans-land of turncoats.

It was through Phillips that we gained insight how the SBs ‘paid’ their agents in Holland: A South African woman working in a hotel kitchen in Amsterdam would hand packages of dagga to them – all neatly parcelled up by the SA Embassy in the Hague. If you said the right pass word, her arm protruded from a basement window and the hapless agent was sent on his way.

Gerald, remember, you also helped piece together the activities of Dr Aubrey Levine. He was the man who specialised in ‘treating’ gay men in the army to become straight. Aversion therapy, including electric shocks was his stock in trade. He held a senior rank in the SADF. Much later, in 1992, now back in Johannesburg, it turned out to be the same Dr Levine who invited Christine and I to have tea with in his Houghton home. Christine had started work in the then white health ministry, soon to be integrated into the other segregated health systems. Levine, it turned out became her boss. He hoped to find his way to a senior ANC official. He asked if I could help and introduce him to the highest ANC person I knew? When asked why, he said he needed to clear up a ‘little’ matter. When pressed to say more he told us that he was present, in his role as a medical doctor, when people like Steve Biko, Mapetla Mohapi and others were being tortured to death. He was worried that his name would be revealed once the TRC got going. He assured us that he was not culpable; in fact, he said, he wanted to save their lives. He wanted to ‘clear’ his name. – We duly reported our conversation to the ANC. This aspect of his complicity with apartheid did sadly not feature in the Truth and Reconciliation Commission – yet another case of unfinished business that burdens our country to this day. As many of you probably know, Aubrey Levine is currently serving a prison term in Canada for sexually assaulting his male patients.

I moved to London in 1979 and a few years later you joined me at the head office of the International Defence and Aid Fund for Southern Africa (IDAF). Amongst Gerald’s research duties was to cull from the SA media any information, no matter how small the snippet was, to build and constantly update our database of those involved in acts against the apartheid state, whether throwing stones or planting bombs or often by simply attending a gathering (and facing the charge of ‘common purpose’). The database included anyone arrested, detained without charge, standing trial or sentenced to imprisonment. If possible, we wanted to establish the police station or prison they were held in. Equally important was where his or her hometown was. IDAF’s objective was to assist with the overthrow of apartheid in three ways:

First was to secure a lawyer for the person incarcerated, whether charged or not. At its height IDAF had appointed and paid no less than 175 attorneys and advocates, acting ‘on our behalf’ without them knowing they got money from a banned organisation. A system of subterfuge and ruses ensured that no lawyer was ever charged for getting money or instructions from IDAF. IDAF, despite being banned (in SA) until 1990, ‘spirited’ millions of Rands into the country each year. In this way we ensured that all political opponents, irrespective of which liberation structure they were part of, were defended. A good defence was important in a court system where judges frequently imposed the death sentence. Although IDAF was not the only provider of legal aid, the task was vast: In the mid 1980’s there were up to 30,000 people held on political charges. Huge numbers amongst those detained were children.

The second objective of IDAF was to provide modest financial support to the families of those languishing on Robben Island and other jails. Thousands of families received, on a regular basis, sometimes for as long as twenty years, money for school fees or for the cost of a train ticket to Robben Island once a year to visit a loved one.

The third objective was to research and publish, without ideological bias, everything about apartheid and what made it so abhorrent. Gerald you qualified as a good researcher and drafted many texts that were subsequently published. The IDAF books appeared in English, French, Spanish, Swedish, Russian, German and other languages. To build the pressure that would eventually break the apartheid state we believed, everyone should know objective and well researched basis the facts about racism and exploitation in South Africa, occupied Namibia and Southern Rhodesia.

It should be said that we kept our IDAF and our ANC work meticulously apart. Both organisations also wanted it that way.

Gerald, you fitted well into the IDAF staff team. Half of us were SA exiles; the other half people from London who wanted to show solidarity with us in our struggle. As a quirky bit of history I want to add that amongst the non South African staff, several female staff had originally come from Caribbean countries, from Ghana and Zimbabwe. Many of these young single women had the wish that Gerald might yield to their advances, even dreaming of marrying you, Gerald. Alas, for them, this was not to be.

Hamba kahle, Gerald! You fought a good fight!

Horst Kleinschmidt (Friend and colleague)
November 4th, 2014
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"So very sad to hear of the passing of a human rights giant in our country. He inspired me as a young student through his kindness, humour and unswerving commitment to justice. It is clear that his work has touched thousands of lives for the better"
Sue Myrdal
November 7th, 2014
"I was at school and UCT with Gerald and Andre, and always admired Gerald's intellect, and political commitment. He remained humane and funny, and cultured, and although it has now been years since I last saw him, I am very saddened by his death."
Julian Stern
November 2nd, 2014
"I am a neighbour of Gerald's who walks most mornings past his beautiful balcony and salute him. He will leave a big gap in our lives of gentle kindness, astute analysis, humour and love of literature ~ go well brother Sherry"
Sherry McLean
November 2nd, 2014
"A great friend and colleague who had a wonderful, mischievous sense of fun. He was a very talented grant-maker who achieved so much through his work. He will be sorely missed."
John Healy
November 1st, 2014
"Such good memories of our friendship way-back at Westerford and at UCT, so proud of what you've achieved, so very sad for you that your life has been cut short far too soon. You'll never be forgotten, dear Gerald."
Lydia Szapiro
November 1st, 2014
"Saddened by Gerald's death. I met him in South Africa and Ireland and was impressed by his belief that the struggle for justice and human rights had to continue after the end of apartheid and his pain at continuing inequality. Michael Farrell, FLAC."
Michael Farrell
November 1st, 2014
"I had the pleasure of working with Gerald for a short while. He was sweet and kind with a deliciously wicked sense of humour. Travel well Gerald. You are missed."
Bev Gillespie
November 1st, 2014
"Gerald's contribution and legacy to LGBTI and human rights struggles, and to philanthropy, are legendary. Gerald, you are greatly missed and loved."
Laurie Adams
October 28th, 2014
"Deep peace of the running wave to you. Deep peace of the flowing air to you. Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. Deep peace of the shining stars to you. Deep peace of the infinite peace to you. (Adapted from - ancient gaelic runes)"
Jane Forman
October 27th, 2014
"In loving memory of dearest Gerald. A candle shines brightly in Norwich Cathedral for you today. Thank you for many years of friendship. Penny Plowman Sunday October 26th, 2014"
Penny Plowman
October 26th, 2014

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