I suppose one question is: how does one execute this three year old at point blank range? And then one could ask: who would want to?

I am stunned.

My people (group, colour, culture, tribe) are being slaughtered at a genocidal rate by another people (group, colour, culture, tribe) and the best South Africa can come up with is a hackneyed racism debate? This is precisely why we haven’t seen a single drop in any crime statistic (or any other index at all) in 20 years! When it comes to confronting the real issues in South Africa we toi-toi (dance) and pussyfoot around politically correct facades and Afrocentric therapies.

I too have insisted on the New South African narrative of unity, transformation and brotherhood über alles, of nation building before crime prevention. Twenty years later I wake up one morning with not enough South Africans left to build a nation. My tribe’s murdered farmers (and their children) are tallying a devastating  ⅝ on the World Genocide Watch. That is a murder rate eight times higher than the national average, the latter already seven times higher than the international average. I live in a country with more deaths per annum (reported) than   the combined mortality rates of war torn countries like Iraq and Afganistan. Almost one million of my people have fled the shores of their homeland to start again somewhere else. At this late stage another polite debate about racism and nation building is a luxury we can not afford and the least honourable thing to do for our people.
When the abolition of Apartheid was this country’s priority, I was the first to heed the call. For many it was a crime and it had a face. A white one. I helped stop it. We owned up. We voted “no more” in a referendum that ultimately gave us black rule. My people, an entirely innocent generation,  went in to years of soul-searching, self confessions, TRC’s (Truth& Reconciliation Committee) and jobs in London. Today South Africans are annihilating South Africans. The victims (of ‘normal’ crimes) are from every possible group in South Africa. The perpetrators too, but when it comes to slaughtering South Africans en masse, I simply can not find a single case of Afro-American, Latino, Caucasian, Australian Aborigine, First Nation Canadian, Coloured, Indian, German, British, Portugese or Japanese scaling the fences of black sub-Saharan Africans to maim their aged, rape their mothers and blow their three year old’s heads away. Why and who should I apologise to, when I, like any other neurotic South African, slam lock my car doors when approached by a black man at a traffic intersection on South African roads. Are we inherently evil or is there a disproportionate statistic out there to back our fears? Who must I thank when the international perception is that you can safely pick South Africa as the place to fly your fiancé to, to have her quite easily assassinated. Pick the land that gave the world its first corrupt INTERPOL boss!
Ironically, this reputation is thanks to the designated, so called “previously disadvantaged” group, saved by a frantic climate of entitlement, with an I-owe-you till kingdom comes. The actual act of “earning” is Greco-Latin on this continent.

Skin colour may be incidental, but in our homeland it still represents diverse psyches, different traditions and disparate heritages. This I appreciate, I respect and encourage.
But if the leaders of our black communities can not rise to this occasion to reprimand their youth and get them off the streets, a neighbor is likely to complain. I did.
In my book, racism has nothing to do with it. To call me a racist is an insult. Incidentally, racists cannot be insulted by being called ‘racist’. The are proud to not assimilate. They hold that theirs is the non-envious position. They’d rather not share or mix. This is also their right, by the way. But I have called the brown community my own people and have a Zulu niece in my family. I can not become what the media is trying to dress me up as: the fall guy for what is uncouth to verbalise:
My people, the Afrikaner, like many other South Africans, are being raped, pillaged, physically brutalized and disproportionately wiped from the face of the earth in a pool of blood. We lose between 18,000 and 20,000 lives per year.
We are running out of time and people.
It's not the isolated incidents that shock us, it's those brutal acts that don't shock us anymore.

May this Christmas be one of deep consideration.
Come back alive.
Steve Hofmeyr
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