And thus we wander the streets of our discontent. Desolate our dreams have become… bereft even of the longing that lulled us to sleep.
It is said the heart is where home is; but what if home is not where the heart is? What if the heart is like the mind, imprisoned in the body – à la Michel Foucault?
How did it get this far that South Africans at heart feel so distant to that which engendered their passion for South Africa in the first place? It is like being a refugee on a boat adrift, circling the island whence you came – yet not daring to land, because it`s not yours (anymore)… like everything else surrounding it.
And then you take your binoculars and look at the people frolicking on the pristine beaches of that most magnificent island, blissfully unaware of you… oblivious to your bitter Heimatlosigkeit. And then you realize they are tourists – having the time of their lives, at your expense.
And this is the story of the history of South Africa. An aggregate of non-belonging.
When the Blacks moved into what is now known as South Africa, they thought it all belonged to them. They denied the Khoi San their Heimat. Then the Whites came, denying the Blacks and Coloureds their Heimat. Except for the Boer, with his/her homeland system – which failed, for one reason or the other. Whatever. Now the Queen of England – in the form of Anglo-saxon neoliberalism – denies all the above their Heimat.
Were it not so tragic, it would be funny. For now we all are Heimatlos; all fighting for a home not ours anymore. Yet we still pretend all is cool in Kabul, nothing awry in Dubai… bring the tjops for the another braai.
Domesticated we have become, pussy-whipped into MSM/Hollywood submission by those who now rule the roost, (on) our island. For as long as you have two dogs fighting over a bone, the third will sneak in and munch merrily away.
And that is exactly what these bloody sneaky tourists have been doing ever since the Anglo-Boer Wars. South Africa is the richest country on the planet in terms of our mineral wealth – $ US 2,1 trillion.
Yet who benefits from it? Not the Boer, not the Black, nor the Coloureds. No, these tourists do, as do their co-opted lackeys in the ANC, the ex-Broederbonders and the upper-class English-speaking South Africans.
Money is indeed the root of all evil. And if you want to find that root of evil, just follow the money. In South Africa it leads to the Queen, to the old Broederbonders, to the Gupthas, to Nkandla, etc. I.e. it flows to all those now having the time of their lives at the expense of 90 percent South Africa`s population.
Now; nobody begrudges the other enjoying the fruits of their labour. But if, for example, you have an ANC Mandela-buddy like Tokyo Sexwale owning 4 Lear Jets, whilst we have a 72 percent black youth unemployment rate, then something must be wrong with the system.
And if a system can become so lop-sided then the fault must be at the core. But fortunately the fault is not difficult to find in South Africa.
Ever since the Boer lost the Anglo-Boer War, South Africa`s destiny (materially as well as morally) has been determined by the Queen of England. Apartheid was just British colonial arrogance mixed with existential angst – on the side of the conquered Boer, unfortunately.
Now; nobody likes losing. But accepting losing as a way of life is completely unacceptable. We – Boer, Black and Coloured – have been doing so for more than a century. Enough is enough!
These brief moments of `I`m the Baas` is so ridiculous… seeing that the third dog (Her Majesty) still runs away with the bone every time. And heavens behold when Mr and Ms Ching Chong Dragon of the East get its hungry claws on us!
Maybe the time us come for us, the locals of South Africa, to sit down around a table and try to figure out a common future, in our Heimat. There are so many of us already – scattered yet gathered – on the social media in South Africa and across the whole wide world. All united in heart, yet divided in body.
All sharing a common purpose… but divided by passion.
But, at the end of the day, we only have one body to share, South Africa. Our Heimat.
Tempering the heart is actually not such a hard thing to do. Just ask any person who has fallen in and out of love. Black, Boer and Coloured have all done so with South Africa – in/at one or other stage in/of her History.
Yet there is only one heart in a body. South Africa will never be complete without the Boer, the Black and the Coloureds. Bring back those Boer expats! Give those blacks in the squatter camps a real voice! Find a true leader for the Coloureds!
Just let the true blue South African blood pump through the veins of the most beautiful country in the Universe again. Just bring her back to life! It is actually so darn easy. All for one, one for all… the South African Musketeer. - See more at: http://praag.org/?p=12762#sthash.r36HECwJ.dpuf