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Am I racist and should I care? |
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Tuesday, 17 January 2012 19:00 |
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 Everyone in South Africa – our planet’s designer raceless utopia - has called someone a racist one time or another. At this rate everybody will soon have been called a racist by someone somewhere. It’s supposed to be the ultimate debate-killer. When you call someone THAT, it should gag them in fits of shame and embarrassment. But this year some of our finest liberals, leaders, former Struggle heroes, democracy activists and non-racists have been nailed with this undesirable sobriquet.
Trevor Manuel, Minister in the Presidency, called ANC Spokesman, Jimmy Manyi, a racists “in the mould of HF Verwoerd” no less. But when they called Max du Preez (and Jacob Zuma, Julius Malema, David Bullard, Helen Zille, Darren Scott, Kuli Robberts) racist in 2011, I knew the ol’ insult had lost a lot of its former punch. Sure, we all blow off our prejudiced traps as often as possible, but Max Du Preez is about as black as white can be and his Struggle-cred is way beyond dispute.
Seems the last word on race debates have not been spoken. Yet. Either there are races or there are not. A Cape Town judge found in December 2011 that races do not exist. This is simply the left’s way of saying: everybody is equally guilty of everything. It is also the Anglo-multiculturists way of swallowing up other languages and cultures. And then there is the ANC’s ever-present neo-Apartheid BEE charts: government policies based on skin colour. While many sit and ponder the existence of races, some still see it all in a new light.
There ARE races and they do (today to a lesser degree) and did (almost entirely) differ. It is the work of the multiculturist and the liberal to keep denying that, pathology springing from old colonial guilt as well as first-nation lack of contribution to the world stage of development. When you drop off a tiny patch of West (let’s call them white) on the most Darkest Continent off all (let’s call them black), you get the mother clash of civilizations, customs and ideas. You call them black and white for lack of more convenient generalization.
Every time I, per discussion, without exception, dare to differentiate between races in South Africa, I get called a racist. In fact, a raceeeeest piiiiig! But memories are short. Racial is discussing race, where racism is discriminating on the grounds that yours benefit at the cost of others. For the New South African multiculturist, the opinion that both are taboo, is today seriously challenged. Maybe races do not matter elsewhere, but reading the global Gini co-efficient, it seems quite clear that nowhere in the world the clash of civilizations, of classes, traditions, culture, ethos, behaviour and income are so clearly demarcated by skin colour as here in South Africa. It’s not caused by skin colour, off course. That would be racist. When most of us discuss race, skin color per se means zip. Our punishment for hanging on to such archaic stereotypes is that we solve nothing. Pretty much where we are at right now. Where we’ve been all along. Nowhere. Even in my circles I have to search hard and long to still find old rightwing patrons of biology and bloodlines. You have to be blind (and untraveled) to think there exists on earth a race, nation or tribe without the capacity to achieve anything. The question is not can they? They certainly can. The question is did they? (This can never be answered as today it is the Afrocentric prerogative to decide when exactly history started).
Still, groups arrive at the debating line with a different momentum. I always found that quite beautiful. The South African slogan is tolerant of that: Unity in Diversity. Someone got it. But in our neuroses to show the world how unified we are, the facade has killed off reality: we are merely the world’s guinea pig for multiculturism, and we have failed. Like most European nations we suddenly doubt the unification of our currencies and our intensions. And the openness of our borders. We fall for the propaganda and live in denial of who we are because of who we were. In South Africa many Afrikaners now believe that Afrikaners do not exist.
I have stopped crying racist every time I come across one. Because in that insult lies locked up an even harsher truth. By calling others racist, you are effectively asking: why don’t you need me like I need you. It must be realized, that racism may be wrong and evil, but it is always the non-envious position. Racist are saying there is nothing you have to offer that I need, thank you. Why do you want to be defined as that tribe that nobody needed or wanted to stand close to? I hate BEE policies, excluding people of my race and tribe, bullying minorities into silence, fracturing family units for transcontinental opportunities, forcing South Africa’s white youth outside the borders for posts they qualify for but can’t have for being persons of pallor. But my reaction to that is changing.
I come from a pioneering people, not a parasitic people. We are entrepreneurs, not beggars. We never looked at those who are superior to us in defiance. We learned from them and incorporated those lessons to strengthen us. When we were down and out, we did not steal or murder. We made a plan. Other nations grew in numbers and stature under our rule and somehow we managed all this from a minority handicap.
When I am systematically marginalized by these charts and chats, I do what people of my pallor and tribe have always done: I make do without.
’n Boer maak ’n plan.
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Daai toesprakie voor ONS SAL DIT OORLEEF |
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Saturday, 19 November 2011 01:02 |
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Soveel versoeke hiervoor. Veral na die Voortrekkermonument konsert (foto onder). Hierdie woorde kan jy hoor op my konsert, elke aand, voordat ek ONS SAL DIT OORLEEF sing. Dit was vreemd om dit neer te skryf, want ek doen dit elke aand anders en sommer uit my kop uit. En die spoeg spat, ja:
 “Toe U2 Suid-Afrika toe kom, koop ek my kaartjies heel eerste. R5000 vir twee kaartjies. Ek wag al twintig jaar daarvoor. Ek het ’n orkes begin danksy U2. Ek het al hulle liedjies geken en veral van hulle sanger gehou. Soos Bono sou ek ook verveeld raak om ’n popster te wees. Daar moet meer wees in die lewe as om ’n popster te wil wees. Saterdagaand sien ek my held in Johannesburg. Ek’s reg. Maar Vrydagaand sing ek eers in Alldays. Dis vêr noord. Warm bosveld. Die aanloopbaan lê sommerso langs die verhoog tussen die doringbome. Die volgend oggend vra die Boer of hy sy familie aan my kan kom voorstel. Natuurlik sê ek. Toe hulle inkom, sien ek vier opgekerfde mense voor my. Ek maak nog ’n dom grap. Ek vra die Boer of dit ’n leeu of luiperd was wat hulle aangeval het. Nee, sê hy. Dit was ’n mens.
 Ek weet nie wat om te sê nie. Ek verskoon myself en loop vliegtuig toe. Kyk nie om nie. Ek wil wegkom. Ek waai vir die opgekerfde mense. Ek wil nie weet nie. Ek wil Bono gaan kyk in Johannesburg. Toe ek land in Pretoria klim ek in my kar en jaag deur. Toe ek oor die Jukskei ry hoor ek Bono sê dat dit okei is om Struggle liedjies soos KILL THE BOER te sing. Ek slaan my brieke aan, maak my venster oop en smyt my kaartjies in die Jukskeirivier.
Ek draai om en gaan huis toe.
 Dis nie blerrie okei nie, meneer Bono. Want voordat jy weer WITH OR WITHOUT YOU sing, sal ons meer Boere verloor het as wat julle mense verloor in Ierland. En ons SAL ’n Boer verloor voor Sondag. Ons Afrikaners staan meer Boere af aan die dood as wat daar soldate sterf in Irak en Afganistan saam. Dit is nie okei nie, meneer Bono. Waar is jou humanitêre grootbek nou dat die sterftesyfer hoër is ooit?
DIT IS NIE OKEI NIE.
Want elke keer as daar ’n Boer sterf, verloor ek en jy iets.
Verloor jy ’n stukkie taal, ’n stukkie kultuur, ’n stukkie identiteit en godsdiens.
Verloor ons die voorreg van ’n Afrikaanse grappie om ’n braai.
Verloor ons die voorreg van nagereg. Van Hertzogkoekies en Jan Ellis Poeding.
Verloor ons die voorreg van Psalm 23, in Afrikaans.
Verloor ons ’n Gesang wat sê ek sien ’n nuwe hemel kom.
Verloor ons ’n stukkie Sheila Cussons, ’n stukkie Elizabeth Eybers, Eugene Marais en AG Visser.
Verloor ons NP van Wyk Louw en Brolloks en Bittergal.
Verloor ons die voorreg van CJ Langenhoven en om op ’n rots te staan en skree: ek sal antwoord op jou roepstem en sal offer wat jy vra.
Verloor ons die FAK, verloor ons Suikerbossie. Verloor ons Hasie Hoekom Is Jou Stert so kort.
Verloor ons die voorreg van Voortrekker erfenis al langs die N1 af. Totsiens Louis Trichardt, Totsiens Pietersburg, Totsiens Naboomspruit, Totsiens Nylstroom, Totsiens Warmbad en Totsiens Pretoria. Wie de donner was Tswane in elk geval!?
Kom ek vertel jou wie was Pretorius, Potgieter, Maritz, Generaals Botha, Delarey, Hertzog en Smuts.
Elke keer as daar ’n Boer sterf verloor ons die voorreg van die Groen en Goud, verloor ons die Springbok, verloor ons vir Danie Craven en Frik du Preez.
Verloor ons ’n bladsy in die geskiedenis sillabes van ons eie land.
Verloor ons die voorreg van EEN klaskamer in Afrikaans.
Verloor ons die voorreg van EEN enkele Afrikaanse universiteit.
Dit is nie okei nie.
 Sê ek jou dit als om jou swaar te maak?
Nee.
Ek sê jou dit om jou lig te maak. Jou te bevry. Kyk na jou arms. Het jy vergeet watter bloed vloei in jou are? Jy kom van voorouers uit Europa wat geweier het om onderdanig te wees aan enigiemand. Toe pak hulle hul tasse. Waarnatoe? New York toe? Ha! Na die gat kant van Afrika toe. Hier moes hulle weer onderdanig wees. Twee keer. Waarnatoe trek hulle? Terug New York toe? Ha! Binneland toe op ’n geelhout kakebeenwa met tien osse en ’n touleier. In elke oorlog waarin jou voorouers betrokke was, was hulle verreweg die minderheid. Dan wen hulle! Dan wen hulle! En wanneer hulle verloor, dan gaan hulle op hulle knieë en sê Dankie, God, ons sal dit oorleef.
Ek sê jou vandag.
Ons sal dit oorleef.”
(Hoor die lied hier of kry hom op die CD HALODA)
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Afrikaner paranoia AfriForum’s fault? (the Defective Hearing of Liberal Press Aides) |
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Tuesday, 27 September 2011 10:11 |
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Sitting pretty, I call it. When you're English and you trivialise minority language fears, when you're Black and trivialise minority group neuroses or when you are the couldn't-care-less majority but attack those minorities who are concerned about the future of this country, and more specifically, the future of their own descendents in this country.
I get this all the time, other tribes prescribing to me how I should face my fears and mourn my dead as an Afrikaner. And a White. And although palour shouldn’t make a difference in the modern world, in this country, it certainly does. I’d like to change the stereotype from the inside but we have government policy arresting me in that demographic. White. In Africa. When Adriaan Basson highlights my misguided paranoia by mentioning some White millionaires with regulation tennis courts, I wonder about modern journalism too.
A few basic questions remain. One: are these concerns justified in a country with the most embarrassing mortality rate, the highest incidents of violent murder and rape on the planet, in a country nose-diving through every possible global performance index. And two, should level six genocide targets just shut the fuck up, thus gagging white Afrikaner farmers (and all South African women, our Genocide Watch 2011 co-targets!) Level eight is when it's over and everyone lives in denial. Is there anything else I can do for those who care less than I do?
Who exactly is mislead about what, Adriaan Basson? (Hoekom mislei AfriForum Afrikaners? By, Saterdag 24 September, 2011)
Paranoia is a euphemism here, maybe even a luxury. You are not wrong about the paranoia, you are wrong about arrogating to yourself the right to prescribe the way to react to these fears. This can be done from any cozy urban office where the medical extraction of strange objects from raped women’s wombs is neatly out of sight and their screams safely outside hearing distance.
The worst case scenario is where you ignore history, denouncing your culture to the point where it becomes impossible to understand who you are, because you don’t know where you come from. In these circumstances it’s liberal bigotry to scream ideology over mortality. None of the basic rights in the world can be exercised by the dead.
In this debate, right and wrong are, of course, oversimplifications. As in politics, art, theology and philosophy, personalities merely gravitate toward comfort. I'm comfortable knowing that I'm heeding the warnings and reading the signs that simply would not concern many others who are “sitting pretty”.
Let’s look at AfriForum, the only civil rights group in legal confrontation with the ANC (without using taxpayers money) having any sort of success in recent times where government concessions for Afrikaner's heritage, culture and economic survival have bordered on the ridiculous. Otherwise, the Afrikaner (and white) minority is still footing the bill, as they have always done. A current case comes to mind. The ANC reps are fighting for the right to call these very Afrikaner taxpayers rapists and dogs that should be shot (in a song called Kill The Boer). Paranoia? Cold sweat better describes what I see when I travel the white rural communities and devastated farmlands where the white commemorative crosses on the hillsides dwarf the mortality rate of the worst of war torn countries in the world. This concerns some. Not all. The latter call the former paranoid, Adriaan.
According to you AfriForum does not defend a real minority as this minority has economic power. Let’s clarify this. They merely have economic means, weaned from millennia of work ethic, Euro-cultural momentum, travelling and industrial evolution. Although the colonised are envious individuals, they also were colonisable individuals. The aggravating and mitigating forces of history are impossible to redress now without skewing it all over again. Maybe we should find the descendant of every slave in history? But saying the rich cannot be defended when they serve in minorities, is an old Stalin-style justification for socialism. Or theft, as I perceive it. This minority, with no political power, has paid the taxes that have carried this country for centuries. This minority has paid the taxes that carried the tax-exempt majority for centuries. This minority is taxed for unusual achievement under grave circumstances over many decades. This minority fought on borders, sacrificing their children in a war to keep communism at bay for decades. This minority also foots the bill that bridged the gap between civilizations light years apart (the most taboo Afrocentric debate). This minority never curbed black population explosion as colonizers elsewhere did. Instead they also bought religion and magnaniminty to a continent of cannibals. This minority then sacrificed political power and for their economic achievements still carry the tax burden of the masses. This minority's children are sidestepped with skinbased policy (BEE, AA, EE) and must find employment on other continents.
One wonders what the punishment is for the pre-18th century non-achieving tribes and nations? The taxing to death and demise of this minority has not benefitted other South Africans: unemployment is worse than ever, with the “bonus” of an extra 700 000 white squatters thanks to government induced poverty by social engineering and propaganda much like yours, Adriaan.
The Afrikaner is not the richest, mightiest minority in the world. Africa merely has the poorest, violent, most economically paralised majority in the world. It was easy to appear the sole achiever in a continent where nothing had happened for eons. The best you can do is trivialise the incredible achievements of Wiese, Rupert, Dippenaar and Ferreira or the legal ownership of Afrikaners over their land and how they went about with resources.
Your question: why does AfriForum focus on white Afrikaner victims when Blacks seem most vulnerable to violence? You don’t know your stats. Afrikaner neuroses is based on annihilation far beyond population ratio and further beyond what we are going to pretend to be used to. My question: why are other South Africans NOT as paranoid as Afrikaners? But more importantly: the “Chosen Nation” propaganda and multicultural bullying of rainbow-liberals simply won’t allow for definitions like my people, my tribe and my culture, especially not if they care to demographically distinguish themselves as White or Afrikaner. This does not apply to Blacks, off course, and don’t we know why. Composition (“samestelling”) smoothes over blame, thin enough to ensure that no solutions can ever be found for our crime crisis.
Please stop prescribing to South Africans where they should choose to feel comfortable, welcome and safe. Our pride (your taboo) and the survival of other Afrikaner interests, the few we have left after demolished city names, white history, Boere Monuments and Afrikaans Universities, are much safer in the hands of AfriForum than without. The hate speech statutes that protect Blacks, women, gays and any other citizens simply don’t apply to Afrikaners and AfriForum thankfully restored this in a South African court of law.
Your naiveté with statistics is mindboggling. For instance, how much of this (decreased) white unemployment was solved by the State? Do you want to punish white entrepreneurs for income generated in spite of our government’s skin-based policies, corruption and nepotism? Are you accusing AfriForum for not organising a national happy fest when our mortality rate drops from the absurd to the ridiculous? Do you blame anybody for not believing any government projections and crime stats? You blame Solidarity for polarisation when the New South Africa we Afrikaners/Whites voted for should never have had need of such dire civil rights protection or “racist lobby groups”. Must we always feel White before African you ask? Yes, it seems that until the B in BEE stands for All South Africans, we are nothing but the W in Whipping Boy.
Adriaan, die laaste ding waarop jy jou sal moet beroep as ere liberaal is die demokratiese beginsel waarby ’n sekere groep Afrikaners verkies om in ander omstandighede as dié waarop jy so trots is, te wil leef en oorleef. Jou voorreg is dat jy nie hoef op te daag nie. Sal ons iemand soos jy die segsman maak vir Afrikanervrese? Dit sal wees soos om die Gestapo oor Joodse belange aan te stel. Ja, jy sal altyd die reg hê om as Afrikaner namens ander Afrikaners te praat, maar as segsman vir die dooie Afrikaners, het jy jou kanse verspeel.
Steve Hofmeyr
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