With the Red October balloons still flying solo on the lips and tongues of fellow South Africans, I decided to write to the organizers and supporters of the Red October campaign plus about the quoting of Steve Hofmeyr’s Facebook update ‘’I am the Afrikaner’’ by Frans Coetzee . I am a twenty eight year old Afrikaner, wait…let me rephrase I am a twenty eight year old African. You (Red October) predict that you are our judge. Take thoughts over what you are saying, for we are all sent from God, and you are putting yourself in great peril.
Who am I? I am an African. Born to the blood spilled soil of this continent, the richness of being, the freshness of diversity and the consequences of my forefathers. I am the one you should fear. I am the African you should keep an eye on, one you should hold close not just today, but every day.
Firstly, let me correct you. Afrikaners never played a huge part in the voting towards the democracy of South Africa. Many Afrikaners stood firm behind Apartheid (and still today), but you see thousands of Africans (South Africans) already came with the gear. The wild fire within human beings started to spread, it became unstoppable... Spreading to the valleys and the mountains… all the way beyond borders, beyond this continent… It escaped the minds and hearts of great leaders. Biko. Mandela. Mbeki. Sobukwe. Tambo. Today Afrikaners you should not underestimate the blackness you lash out against. Those Afrikaners who played their role towards the end of Apartheid, currently enjoy the fruits of unity and diversity.
The gem of Africans was here long before the Khaki (Afrikaner) and Red’s (British) interfered. Blood has stained the soil of this place called earth long before you (Afrikaner) inherited more. I am an African. My great, great ancestor Francois Burgers was the 4th president of RSA. I never forsaken the vows made by them, in fact today dear Afrikaners they would've celebrated the Ubuntu child in me. They would've honored my boldness, courage, dignity, respect and ongoing commitment to unity. I am an African. I speak for me. I repeat I speak African.
As an African I never ran away. Many have fled this continent hoping for greatness, success and greener parchers. But Africa was born in me. I am the model of the environment I grew up in and the straight forward upbringing of fairness, the upbringing of kindness and the settlement of principles. I live here (Africa) and so hear me God, I shall die here. I was taught that fools run, the courageous fight on. I am an African.
My brother- and sisterhood lies in the light I can gracefully shine and vice versa. You Afrikaners preach about God, the same Jesus who gave the commandment ‘’ A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.’’ This is the New Testament. Do not quote only the words of our bible that suits you, quote them all.
Life has begun…where are the faith and our endless hope, something we hold on to. What happened to the fact that our destinies were planned long before we were born? My blackness or whiteness does not predict my life here on earth. It’s with one’s heart that one should drive and carefully understand current conflicts and solutions.
I am an African. I listen to Zahara. I dance on the floors of Mzoli’s, I have slept in shacks and I have had nothing, today I still have something. I honor my thoughts of blackness and whiteness in one body and on a constant tone. My black friends whom you call ''Kaffers'', these human beings are my rocks, my future and my pride. You can go on and promote your weaknesses, but I Afrikaner will not stand and face hypocrisy. I shall not dwell among vultures and feast with beasts because I am white. I shall not fear blackness for I am greatness and so are my fellow African brothers and sisters (this includes you).
I am privileged. I am blessed. It’s time you stop whipping blackness and try to correct it with a past. We are no longer in the past, we are in the present. Live it. Feel it. Understand it. I shall keep my Afrikaans, I shall keep my American accent English and I shall enjoy the languages around me because they are kind, loved and have no regret, hence I am an African.
Afrikaners tell themselves that they are orphaned. Do you understand orphaned? Do you know how it feels to be orphaned? Do you know the life struggles, the rejection and the humiliation? I can speak with authority because years ago I was orphaned from an Afrikaner mother and father. She (mother) left with a black man (in Apartheid), and till this hour she is still being stoned. Chased away like a vicious animal, because she stepped out of her environment for love. I cannot judge her can you?
Murder, Afrikaners you once again slam blackness whilst terror and murder came with the years. It came with education. Genocides. Humans live, humans die. That’s the rule of life. You think you have seen more genocide in South Africa, well do me a favor and pack your bags and travel. Go volunteer somewhere in Africa or abroad; hold a child who was raped. Hold a mother who was stabbed and met a rebel eye to eye. Search for the father who never came home. It’s everywhere. This is not a whiteness struggle, this is a human struggle.
I have volunteered twenty one year’s till this day, not for blackness or whiteness but for unity for my people, by my people. I never wore a golden medal for these; instead I built my pearls around the hearts of humanity. That for me has always been enough.
For the sake of rape dear Afrikaners, rape is any woman’s fear and today a fear of a child, fear of man. You shout that blackness rape whiteness as if it’s a game of terror. Let me tell you, rape is among you Afrikaners as well. You hide it because one should never put an Afrikaner family under dispute. It’s a shame. I have been there. While you cry for the safety of Afrikaners, your own ‘’kind’’ is busy somewhere out there with these acts. The cry for help falls on deaf ears because gossip is what you live on, while humanity around you fears. Rape kills a part of you, but it doesn't kill unconditional love, it makes you angry, but not evil. Forgive fellow human beings, we belong to a world full of sin, again this is not a white fight, but a human fight.
I am an African, I to sweat for this country, I to cry with my people, I to laugh with them and together we enjoy the uniqueness of diversity. I am not fearless dear Afrikaners, but I am humble, hopeful and guaranteed that 20 years after Apartheid we need to set our minds free. We are fighting an unpopular war. One you yourself now again have started.
I am an African. Remember me. You will not find me alongside fame…but someday your children will read of me. History will speak of me. Blackness and whiteness as one will talk of me, because I was an African.
Let the critics come forward and our God judge me by the heart I used for this piece of solid writing and not by the color of my skin… Because I will always speak African and surrender is not an option…
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