Guy Scott: searching for how it all works
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Guy Scott: searching for how it all works
To
some, he is a farmer who jumped on the right political bandwagon that took him
to Government House. To others, he is just another mzungu bewitched by the Africa
into which he was born. But as Jack Zimba discovered, there is much more behind
the blunt, straight-talking man who is now Vice President of Zambia.
When
other boys at school were dreaming of becoming teachers, scientists, lawyers or
doctors, Guy Scott's dream was to become a solver of mysteries. And he has
spent most of his professional life doing just that.
The
young Guy subjected himself to a long process of formal education, and he chose
to study some of the most complex subjects imaginable, from mathematics to
light. Light? Yes, he studied how light interacts with matter to form images.
“Me,”
he told me as we sat on the verandah of his house in State Lodge, “I like to
understand the world. And I like to prove that I understand the world by
changing it.
“I’m
a problem-solver by temperament. I see myself as a problem-spotter first of
all. I see problems where others don’t see a problem and having spotted the
problem, I like to solve it to show that it was a problem,” he said, before
taking another gulp from his glass of Putinka, a classy Russian vodka.
Even
as a small boy at school in Marondera, Southern Rhodesia, Guy Scott wanted to
understand the world and how it worked.
His good friend, Stewart Fisher – one of his few close friends – who is a son of the late, highly respected medical doctors Monica and Charles Fisher of Kitwe, found himself sitting on a desk behind Guy one day in 1957.
Both boys had great interest in science and would often study together.
His good friend, Stewart Fisher – one of his few close friends – who is a son of the late, highly respected medical doctors Monica and Charles Fisher of Kitwe, found himself sitting on a desk behind Guy one day in 1957.
Both boys had great interest in science and would often study together.
“Guy
was the sort of boy you could not ignore,” said Fisher, who went on to become a surgeon in
London.
Although he is now retired, Stewart visits Zambia every year searching out samples of the country’s unique butterflies, moths and other creatures, and studying the biology of its forests. He studies and collects degrees the way some people collect stamps, so in describing Guy he might also be talking about himself: “He was very controversial with a very questioning mind and was quite clearly the brightest boy in the class – by a long way I would say.”
Although he is now retired, Stewart visits Zambia every year searching out samples of the country’s unique butterflies, moths and other creatures, and studying the biology of its forests. He studies and collects degrees the way some people collect stamps, so in describing Guy he might also be talking about himself: “He was very controversial with a very questioning mind and was quite clearly the brightest boy in the class – by a long way I would say.”
Born
in 1944 in Livingstone, Guy probably acquired his liberal political views from
his father, Alexander Scott, a medical doctor, who in Northern Rhodesia formed
an anti-racial party opposed to the Central African Federation which had sought
to frustrate African liberation. Scott Snr was also founder of the Central African Post in 1948, which paper briefly became the African Times and then ended up as the African Mail which eventually became the
Zambia Daily Mail of today.
At
Peterhouse school in Southern Rhodesia, Guy’s school companions were generally
sons of right-wing white tobacco farmers, and the boy from Livingstone
delighted in picking arguments with them and with his teachers.
During
those years when computers were becoming indispensible work tools, Guy was not
satisfied with just knowing how computers and robots worked, he wanted to
understand how they ‘think’ and so he went to study artificial intelligence at
Sussex University in the UK where he earned his doctorate in cognitive
science/artificial intelligence.
Then
he went to Cambridge, where he studied mathematics and economics, coming away
with an honours degree.
But
just as in his early school life, Guy was a rebellious and controversial
student at Cambridge who would often defy school rules. For example, according
to Dr Fisher, Guy kept a shotgun in his room that he had wanted to use for
shooting pheasants – a favoured pastime for the English gentry, which was a
strange ambition for Guy given his distain for inherited privilege.
“They never found his shotgun, otherwise they were going to expel him,” said Dr Fisher, who also remembers Guy skinny-dipping (nude swimming) in the icy waters of the River Cam which runs through Cambridge and is well-known for students rowing on it, punting on it, and skinny dipping for the more adventurous.
“They never found his shotgun, otherwise they were going to expel him,” said Dr Fisher, who also remembers Guy skinny-dipping (nude swimming) in the icy waters of the River Cam which runs through Cambridge and is well-known for students rowing on it, punting on it, and skinny dipping for the more adventurous.
Later
on, Guy devoted his life to studying computers and worked at Oxford University
where he tutored in artificial intelligence. Also at Oxford he took up croquet
at which he excelled with a fierce competitiveness. But he was less than
impressed with Oxford reactions to the way he dressed whilst playing – probably
his normal scruffy casualness - and he has not forgotten the sniffy remarks to
which he was subjected.
Always
a bit bolshy, in the 1980s he got a job with an eminent professor of
information engineering called Michael Brady to run a university robotics
laboratory, but the two differed sharply and they soon fell out. “You’re not
interested in true knowledge, you’re just interested in running a PhD factory,”
Guy once yelled at Prof. Brady.
Guy’s
tertiary education had been made possible by a Federal scholarship. When
independence came along, he would not have been able to afford to continue but
the new Zambian Government maintained the support and Guy was able to continue
his education.
Said
Stewart Fisher: “I think Guy got tired of artificial intelligence and he
decided it was going nowhere fast and it was at that point that he came back to
Zambia and became interested in politics.”
Back
home, Guy found the Kaunda government on the verge of collapse and in 1991 he
joined the Movement for Multiparty Democracy.
It
was during the election campaign that Guy met his wife-to-be, Charlotte Harland,
in Mpika where she was working on a donor-funded programme. The two were
introduced to each other by an up-and-coming politician called Michael Sata. They
married in 1994.
Guy
became Minister of Agriculture in the first Chiluba government, and became
known as “Mr Yellow Maize” when he imported yellow maize from the US to feed
people in the drastic drought of 1991-92. They may not have liked the taste,
but no one died in one of the worst droughts in Zambia’s history.
Then,
Chiluba sacked him, almost before he had had a chance to work himself into the
portfolio. The first Guy knew of it was when, returning from a visit to
Zimbabwe, he was greeted by a border official who said, “Ah, so sorry
Honourable…”
Today, Chiluba’s letter of dismissal – giving no reason for the action - is framed and hangs in a toilet room at the Scott’s house.
Today, Chiluba’s letter of dismissal – giving no reason for the action - is framed and hangs in a toilet room at the Scott’s house.
Charlotte
speaks highly of Guy’s extraordinary intellectual capability and lists it as
one of the qualities that attracted her to him. “He has a lot of gigabytes up
there,” she said, raising her forefinger to her head.
The
Vice President has a love for literature and poetry and has been known to
recite long passages from renowned poets. In the right mood he will quote
liberally from speeches in Shakespeare’s Henry
IV, from Macbeth, from the Song of Solomon in the Bible or from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam: “Awake!
For morning in the Bowl of Night has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to
Flight: Lo.”
“He
knows massive quantities of poetry. He knows it off by heart, how it gets into
his head I’m not entirely sure,” says Charlotte.
Guy
also likes composing songs as a hobby and, although he has long played the
guitar, he never quite mastered the instrument.
“He can play, but he’s pretty rubbish,” said Charlotte.
He and a small group of friends gather occasionally to drink wine and sing folk songs, usually the older the better, but with no pretence of being much good at either singing or playing guitar. It is the rough poetry of authentic folk music that is the attraction, music from the time when wandering minstrels sang the news of the day and reflected mostly tragedy, heartbreak and absurdity, much as newspapers do today.
He and a small group of friends gather occasionally to drink wine and sing folk songs, usually the older the better, but with no pretence of being much good at either singing or playing guitar. It is the rough poetry of authentic folk music that is the attraction, music from the time when wandering minstrels sang the news of the day and reflected mostly tragedy, heartbreak and absurdity, much as newspapers do today.
In
fact, Guy was briefly a journalist early in his working life when he wrote for Business Review, a monthly supplement
put out by the Times of Zambia.
The
new Vice President also has a rather more unusual way to relax. He turns to his
favourite subject – mathematics – making what Charlotte describes as
“horrendous calculations”. Obviously he likes to read. He surrounds himself
with books and devours them. I found him halfway through an economics book. At
home he’s more likely to be beguiled by a problem of quantum mechanics than by
the rituals of domesticity.
Sometimes
his single-mindedness annoys people. Friends say he is as likely, on entering a
room, to find something interesting to read and sit and read it before acknowledging
anyone else. He is not deliberately rude, that’s just the way he is – totally
absorbed in what happens to capture his attention at the time.
So
what does he make of being vice-president?
“It’s
a very difficult position because always if you try to do too much people
accuse you of barging in on their territory; if you don’t do anything then
everybody accuses you of loafing. That is the standard challenge of
vice-anything.
“So
let me see if I can manage it. If I can’t manage it I will be fired. If I can
manage it I will have it for a while and see what good I can do,” said Guy, who
has now exchanged his baggy trousers, loose shirts and sandals for smart suits,
though, frankly, they don’t hang on him very well at times. But would he care
about that? “Not Guy,” said Dr Fisher, “he doesn’t worry about the image he is
cutting.”
Charlotte
now buys the Vice-President’s clothes because Guy doesn’t like shopping.
“He’s
not a man who spends any time in shops if he can help it,” said Charlotte. “If
he goes somewhere and comes back, then he probably does no shopping. He has to
be forced to do it. He doesn’t like shopping at all. If he went to Johannesburg
or London by himself I couldn’t expect any shopping when he came back,” she
said.
Not
that it’s something she is unhappy about. Charlotte herself is not
materialistic and it is one of the attributes that got them together in the
first place.
Guy
almost glories in his anti-materialism: “Me, as long I have this garden and a
nice house, even though it’s not a posh house, it’s a very comfortable house…and
a verandah on that house and a bottle of whisky to occasionally sample; and
children and grandchildren and a car which is reliable: I don’t care whether
it’s a Hummer or Jaguar as long it’s reliable and can get me to where I’m going.
Then that’s it, I’m happy,” he said.
“How
can you be a materialist in a country where 80 percent of the people live on
less than two dollars a day?” he asked. Whatever Guy Scott is interested in,
money is not one of them. He has absolutely no interest in accumulating money. To
him, it is boring, not a good enough reason to do anything.
After
graduating from Cambridge, Guy Scott threw a party at his place where he
promised to give away all his possessions. “He said the last thing he would
give away was his record player,” recalls Dr Fisher. But with the party over,
Guy gave away his books, some of his clothes, his guitar and the record player.
“It was typical of Guy,” said Dr Fisher, laughing.
Guy Scott
thinks it is this quality, which he also sees in President Sata, that could
help bring sanity and development to the country.
However,
even as he took up the position of vice-president, Guy knew the question of
race would always come up. “People don’t know how to handle these racial things,
they think it’s embarrassing; are we supposed not to notice he is white…? And I
don’t help them,” he said.
In
Malawi, at the recent COMESA heads of state summit, it was President Robert
Mugabe who broke the ice by referring to Guy Scott’s skin colour and calling
him ‘one of us’.
“He
knew how to handle it, but the rest of them pretended they hadn’t noticed that
I was white,” he said.
“I
had a choice of becoming a Zambian citizen or British citizen under the
constitution in 1964, and I chose to become a Zambian citizen,” said Guy, who
speaks about Western hegemony as though he has no roots there.
He
expresses a deep desire to see Zambia develop. “I will be very sorry to spend
another ten years of my life trying to make Zambia work and failing, and ending
up with another corrupt society,” he said.
According
to Charlotte, Guy was “absolutely bowled over” when he was appointed
vice-president, and he still seems bothered by the presence of aides and
security personnel around him and he sometimes seems indifferent toward them.
He is frustrated by not being able to live his life as before.
“It
can be very frustrating to not be able to get in your car to go and see your
friends or go and see a movie,” he said. On the few occasions when he does “get
out”, or when he’s being driven to his office, he faces complaints about his
motorcade inconveniencing other motorists, but he said there is nothing he can
do. “I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried driving myself. I’ve tried driving
without motorbikes, only with escort vehicles. But it’s not possible because
you get caught up in traffic and somebody recognizes you and the crowds start
mobbing you, then you realise what the motorbikes are for,” he said.
The
promotion to Vice President has not been without cost to the Scotts. Charlotte,
for example, herself a PhD, is having to resign from her job as Chief of
Economic and Social Policy and Evaluation at UNICEF, as her husband’s new role
is believed by the UN to be incompatible with her role as a UN adviser.
So,
summing up, what sort of man is Guy Scott?
Stewart
Fisher sums it up in one word - acerbic. “He doesn’t like blunt things. He
likes excitement and controversy. He likes unusual people. And he likes getting
himself into trouble and getting himself out of trouble.
“Guy
is Guy,” he adds.
At
67, Guy Scott can look a little weary and his shoulders sag a little, but he
still believes in his childhood ‘Superman’ dream and continues to rake his mind
for answers.
“I’m still sure there is a fraud in the middle
of Western science. I want to get to it,” he says.
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