David Beresford, the award-winning Guardian correspondent who covered Northern Ireland
during the Troubles and South Africa during and after the end of the
apartheid era, has died after a long illness at his home in
Johannesburg, aged 68.
Beresford began journalistic life on the Guardian as a home news
reporter and quickly established himself as an exceptional talent. But
it was after he was appointed Irish correspondent that his work became
more widely acknowledged.
Beresford had a knack of capturing the big moment in human affairs,
be it through his reporting or his books. He combined a fluent writing
style with a passion for accuracy and detail. He was, in addition, a man
of immense charm, geniality and of fiercely independent spirit. He was
also a foe to the pompousness and self-importance that can negatively
affect journalists once they make a name for themselves.
A memorable example of his self-deprecatory style came in his account of his reporting of the day,
in February 1990, of Nelson Mandela’s release after 27 years in jail.
Beresford described his meticulous preparations to ensure he had the
best vantage point when the great man appeared, including a specially
selected hotel room overlooking the street, binoculars, phone line and
tape recorder. He was certain, he said, he would have a perfect view as
Mandela reached the end of his long walk to freedom. “Well, everyone
knows what happened next. Everyone saw what happened. Nearly everyone,
that is,” he wrote years later. “I hardly saw a thing. All that I know
for certain is that a voice cried out, ‘There he is.’ There was
something like a collective sigh, a woman’s voice let out a piercing
scream behind me and pandemonium broke out as the camera people
stampeded. “By the time I got to the spot where I’d thought I’d get a
glimpse of him, all that was left was the receding roar of his motor
escort and a cloud of dust.”
It was a rare and temporary setback. During his years in South
Africa, where he was based from 1984, and in covering the wider,
sub-Saharan region, Beresford made a habit of being in the right place
at the right time. He tellingly described, for example, the growing
defiance of apartheid by Archbishop Desmond Tutu, speaking after he was
enthroned as leader of South Africa’s Anglicans in 1986. “Spare us your
new-found altruism,” he reported Tutu scolding the white establishment. “It can never be the perpetrators of apartheid who can say apartheid is changing.”
He covered the creation and work of South Africa’s post-apartheid
Truth and Reconciliation Commission, which became a model for
post-conflict truth-telling elsewhere in the world. His reporting from
Zimbabwe, as the rule of Robert Mugabe grew ever more problematic, and
from Rwanda during the 1994 genocide, was similarly memorable.
In 1991, when Operation Desert Storm – the invasion of occupied
Kuwait to expel Iraq forces by US, British and Arab troops – reached a
climax, Beresford was detached from his normal duties and sent to cover
the story. He did so with aplomb.
Beresford was twice named foreign correspondent of the year. Yet all
these international successes aside, it was his moving account of the
ordeal of IRA hunger strikers, when he was covering Northern Ireland,
that may prove to be the most powerful and lasting testament to his
writing and journalism. In 1981, 10 men starved themselves to death
inside the walls of Long Kesh prison in Belfast rather than give in to
Margaret Thatcher’s government. Drawing on smuggled, contemporary IRA
documents and letters from the prisoners, Beresford immortalised their
gripping story in Ten Men Dead, published in 1987.
In 1991, Beresford was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. Rather
than give in to the illness, he insisted on carrying on his work as a
foreign correspondent. As his condition deteriorated he remained
courageous and resourceful, and after 10 years, opted to undergo a
radical new treatment. With characteristic bravery, he subsequently
wrote, movingly and with extraordinary humour, about his experience of being fully conscious during many hours of brain surgery that involved his head being bolted to the operating table. The procedure prolonged his life, but did not cure him.
Paul Webster, former foreign editor of the Guardian, said: “David
Beresford was one of the greatest correspondents of his generation. He
was a tenacious and brave reporter, a brilliant investigator, had a fine
analytical mind, and was a wonderful, lucid, graphic writer – a rare
combination of skills. He was also disarmingly charismatic and charming –
to friends, colleagues, and the host of admirers of his shambling good
looks.
“For news editors, he had the infuriating habit of agreeing
vigorously to carry out instructions, then ignoring them completely to
pursue what he believed the story should be, with an apologetic shrug, a
brief mumbled apology and a mischievous grin. He was invariably right
to do so.”
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