I wasn’t sure what to title this piece.
With the declining health of Nelson Mandela the last few
weeks, I have seen something that has been bothering me quite a bit. An ugly
bit of racism. From my nation. The Afrikaner.
I am an Afrikaner. Half of my family were French Huguenots
that fled persecution in France, and came to South Africa in the hopes of
making a better life.
The other half came from a German village that was burnt to
the ground.
The Germans came to South Africa from Speyer after it burnt
to the ground during the war of Palatine
Succession in 1688. The Huguenots arrived the same year.
They settled in the Cape area, and like many others, endured
the Great Trek in the 1830’s – 1840’s when the British came to control the Cape
Colony. The Great Trek was a fascinating bit of history, those families were
made of tough stuff. Hauling oxwagons over mountains, in some cases the
mountains were too steep and the wagons were disassembled and carried, piece by
piece, over the mountain and reassembled on the other side. Racial separatism
formed part of the constitutions of the 3 new settlements in Transvaal, Free
State and Natal – but they prohibited slavery. Much of the racial separatism
stemmed from their religious beliefs.
Even before the Great Trek, the settlers had border wars
with the Xhosa tribes.
During the Trek, they encountered the Zulu and more battles
ensued.
Later on as they settled the interior, the Afrikaner fought
the British in the Anglo Boer wars. That was a nasty business with the British
adopting a scorched earth policy, burning our farms and homesteads to the
ground and putting our wives and children in concentration camps (where 26,000
died). We were oppressed in a land we fled to, to get away from oppression.
I am no psychiatry expert, but I have read about how the
oppressed can become the oppressors. Which is what happened in 1942 with the
introduction of Apartheid.
I was born in 1975. I was oblivious to Apartheid and what it
meant during my childhood days. I know that our men had to do compulsory
military duty for 2 years after leaving school. I went to an all-white school,
I had a black maid growing up (whom I loved dearly)
But it is truly only when one starts thinking outside of
ego, and putting yourself into the other persons shoes, that one starts to
understand.
That understanding I find, is lacking in a large population.
There are white Afrikaners that say that the blacks were
better off during apartheid
They say that the crime rate was lower during apartheid. And
maybe it was! My early childhood memories of my grandparents place were of
ornate burglar bars in front of the windows that open, and a low garden wall
and gates, mostly to keep the pets in.
I remember when they installed the security doors in front
of the outside doors. And then burglar bars in front of all the windows. Next,
Grandpa started locking the gates. Slowly, the neighborhoods low walls got
replaced with 8 foot high electric fence, or walls with electric fence on top.
At first all you had to do was lock your vehicle to prevent
it being stolen. Then came the guerilla steering wheel lock. Then immobilizers,
then satellite tracking devices became mandatory in order to insure your
vehicle. Guards in parking lots became the norm. Gated communities with security,
and security firms and armed response patrol the streets. Crime is the reason I
left Africa.
I don’t have the answer for that. I do not truly know the
reason for all the violent crimes in South Africa.
I am sure inequality plays a role. Corruption is rife.
I do believe that education is a great part of it. And
understanding. And the latter is surely lacking. I have read so many nasty
posts on Facebook the last while. It would appear that farm murders in South
Africa are rife. White farmers are targeted in extremely violent crimes, too
horrific to describe. Why? I am not sure, but I have some ideas.
Some white farmers treat their workers well, but others
truly treat them as nothing better than slaves. The farmer lives in a nice
house while his workers live in housing that he provides – which is mostly just
basic 2 or 3 rooms. A lucky few have indoor plumbing and electricity. Most are
illiterate and live far away from schools. The kids have to walk for miles to
get to school. You can see the discrepancy there.
But there are other senseless murders too. When I was
growing up, we had a neighbor Mrs
Robinson. The sweetest old lady, lived by herself in a middle class
neighborhood at 94 years old. Well, her trusted gardener came to her house one
night. She opened the security gate. He raped her and strangled her and took
off with a few bucks. Why? I will never understand.
My uncle was shot dead by intruders while sitting in front
of the TV one night. My aunt was in the bedroom and was lucky to get away with
her life. She had jumped through the window and stood outside trying to dial
the police, when the intruder found her, pointed the gun at her, grabbed her
cellphone and ran away. My cousin was hijacked at gunpoint one night with her
two small children by her side. That
kind of violent crime is rampant, the last statistics showed 52 murders per day
in South Africa.
But the crime is a side-aspect of my rant here. My rant is really about racism.
Every white person should think about what it would be like
to live in the townships of South Africa. The sprawling mass of one room shacks
where millions of poor blacks live. They cook over fires or with kerosene. Some
have power while others light their small homes with candles. Lots do not have
indoor plumbing. Some have to walk for miles to fill water jugs for drinking
water and to wash clothes by hand. Put yourself in that position. For years you
were oppressed by the minority rule. Your schools were separate, your education
sub-standard. Because your oppressors believed that you just needed basic
schooling to become a manual laborer (for the men) or a maid (for the women).
Picture living in a one room shack with your family while
you see the oppressor living in nice middle class homes with vehicles,
electricity and running water. How does that make you feel? Really and truly
put yourself in that position. Ask yourself if you would feel bitterness
towards your oppressor, the same way your ancestors felt bitterness towards the
British, and their ancestors felt bitterness towards the French and German
oppressors.
In 1993 the public schools finally became mixed race. Really
that is only 20 years ago.
How do you make it right? The new government, aware of the
lingering innate racism in the hearts of most white Afrikaners, instilled
Affirmative Action – meaning that if a black person and a white person with
similar qualifications applied for a job, the black person will be chosen. They
came up with Black Economic Empowerment – where companies should reflect the
demographic of the population in their employment by employing 80% black and
20% minority. The same thing happened in sports teams.
I do not believe that this is the right way. It keeps racial
segregation alive.
I do not know what the right way is. It would be like asking
my great-grandfather who fought in the Boer War to make friends with the
British. Or a Jew to forgive and befriend a German. It takes great courage and
understanding and compassion to be able to forgive and understand.
Nelson Mandela can tell you a thing or two about courage and
forgiveness. He left the bitterness behind when he walked out of prison. He
understood that the healing required forgiveness. And I think that is the heart
of the matter – in order to truly heal the soul, one needs a deep understanding
that forgiving and feeling compassion for your fellow human being could bring
true peace.