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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Letters from SA
I would rather lose my life in war than see my people slowly and silently murdered
I am James Pieters, grew up in
Hermanus South-Africa, a town that was discovered 100 years ago by my fathers great
grandfather. I grew up under an apartheid’s regime where we slept with our
windows open at night, we had no burglar bars or alarm systems in our homes. I
never saw any type of violence against any people white nor black in my home
town and life was peaceful for a little white boy who roamed the streets and
mountains, smelled every leave and flower on every tree he climbed to see what
was on the other side.
My family was extremely poor
and my father grew up being a labourer on another white mans farm where they worked hard as family to get what they needed to survive. My folks worked for survival and we never picked any fruits from apartheid, in fact my sister tells
me of times we had no food in our home. The roof of our home leakedand I had
to move my bed to the middle of the room when it rained as it dripped
everywhere and water would stream down the side of the walls as the stench of
the soil under the wooden floors embarrassed me from time to time when we had
visitors. My parents could hardly ever pay school fees to the government school I attended and I was made to stand up in class quite a few times asked why my
parents have not paid any school fees.
After apartheid ended we as a
nation were promised a place in the rainbow nation. Some where excited as the struggle was something of the past, the sanctions I new so little about came to
an end and there was talk about unity and a bright future. But the dreams faded
as the little rope around my peoples necks became tighter and tighter. Of course my people were made to disarm first. Just
a little law that was changed that made it such an effort to hold on to your
legal fire arm that most just decided to give it up, the war was none the less
something of the past and we were all part of Nelson Mandela’s rainbow nation
now. Soon only the criminals had fire-arms
and the once effective police force
was reduced to a incompetent joke. Slowly but surely we were made to understand
that there is little hope for us or our children to have a bright future in
this rainbow nation. Murder and rape in our once peaceful living areas became
so common that it became part of our every day lives.
Soon the murders, rape and
torture of our woman and children became unbearable, but on opening our mouths
we were told by the ruling ANC party that “If we didn’t like it we should leave”.
Today we are part of a country
where we are looked down upon, everything that goes wrong, every murder, rape, torture gets thrown back to “its the whites, because of what you did in apartheid”. One of my biggest dreams were to own a piece of farm land, but that
dream has been stolen as the Robert Mugabe model of farm invasions seems to be
the talk of our black government almost on a daily basis. Where it is said that
land grabs is at the order of the day. Being a farmer has proven to be the most
dangerous occupation in our rainbow nation as these passionate
people and their
families get literally slaughtered like animals on a daily basis as the police,
politicians and pressturns a blind eye. The very people that voted for change
yesterday, today are the ones that are paying the price, voiceless,
discriminated against and have no hope for their children on what was supposed to be our soil also.
I brought my son and daughter
up to accept and treat with respect all individuals they share this planet with. I taught them that we were all the same, no matter what color, that
inside we all have a soul. Sadly my children have had so many incidences of
racism from the very people I taught them to respect, even on teacher levels at school that they have grown into understanding that what they experience out
there is reality. When the President of your country sings and dance to a tune
that says, kill the boer kill the whiteman, the news papers read that some high
ranking official said the previous day that you are a not welcome in a country
that is part of your own heritage, and when indeed you read every morning of the
young and old that died at the hands of the very race you
taught your children
to respect, it indeed has become a sad day for reconciliation.
South-Africa, has sadly become
a paradise for a people that believes that the world owes them everything. A
lazy multitude that expects everything to be placed in their laps. That hates
the white man so much that he is able to even at the plea of their victims
would rape daughters in front of their fathers, rape mothers in front of their sons, kill and wipe out a whole family and then walk away justified that he is
the victim just as his ruling ANC government had made him believe to be. A
people that hates everything about the white man, except his fancy luxury
vehicles, life saving medication, his Rolex watches and the riches that goes
with it. A people that will quickly hold his hands out in front of him to tell
that its empty and that the white man ha responsibility towards
Africa, but at the same time hates him with passion.
I hope and pray that your eyes
will open to the atrocities that befalls my people. We have tried and kept
silent and cried all in vain. To end off my very own a personal slogan, “I would rather lose my life to a civil war, than to
see my people slowly and silently murdered“!
May God bless you all, don’t
make the same mistakes, learn from a nation in tears.
We need to say NO to entities that get away with the silent murder of our race
Dear AWHM and friends,
I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for welcoming us as South- Africans to your page and for accepting us as white brothers from another continent. Please be assured that we do not want to take over your wonderful page in any way. Sometimes we merely just need an ear, sometimes a shoulder to lean on. My people are struggling and have become soft unarmed targets to a mass that hate us with all they are. Please understand that I am not saying that all people black are criminals or hateful. I have in my 40 years on this planet met some pretty awesome people of which there have been quite a few black ones too. With this I must admit that there are indeed the white folk with whom I would not likely associate with. To most of us it has become a mindset of treat me with respect and fairness and I will gladly do for you the same.
Some of you know about the history of my beloved motherland and country and the very difficult situation my people currently find themselves in. Now the reason I am writing to you this evening is the following. My son (17), has during the last few years of his high-school career fallen in love with our national sport and which has bitten into his flesh like a poisonous spider for which there is no cure. Tyrone has just received an invitation from his school to join his rugby team on a international tournament to be held in Zimbabwe in the next two months or so. I shared his joy and dreams of being spotted by one of the international coaches at an event such as this, But had one huge obstacle in my way.
You see, I realized that I had to sit down with my son to explain a couple of things. The fact that not so long ago in our history, the one of apartheid, I remember a day where my country was suffering due to being boycotted by just about the whole world. There were people black and white hungry for change and we were brought to our knees in shame as to bring exactly this about. We had at some times not had enough fuel for dads car and many things were commodities. Our sport heroes of the day were spat on abroad and saw many a protest forming at different events to try and keep South-Africa from being a part of any an event. As a nation we realized that change was inevitable and that we had to become part of this promise of a rainbow nation. Some of us was excited as to the end of an era with every day violence and endless arguments. We were tired of being restricted in travel and the mere fact that we sometimes in shame had to hide our identities when traveling abroad. Our parents were tired of sending sons to our borders with the possibility of them not returning or even returning broken, bruised and ending up like alcoholics due to post traumatic stress as had happened to so many.
But here I found all of a sudden my son and myself at a door that looked very much the same to that of a yester year, only it led to another door which was called reverse racism. I found myself remembering that the very racist figure Robert Mugabe did not just own a very luxury home in Namibia (the country I currently reside in), but also how the Namibian government hung on to the very lips of this dictator. I remembered how this racist gets driven around like a hero with military protection around our streets and how the Zimbabwean flag gets hung from every street lamp, in respect of a man that hates everything that is considered white. Mind you, the Namibian government loves this racist so much that they changed one of the very central previously German named streets to Robert Mugabe Avenue. Now, the very same Zimbabwe on which just about the whole of the western world has decided to employ sanctions are hosting an international event? To top it, Zimbabwe has also been identified as hosting the next International Tourism Expo which countries like Britain have agreed to attend. I boil with anger remembering that Mugabe himself was crowned African Representative of Tourism by the United Nations in 2012. The very same man that destroyed his country’s tourist industry. The very same United Nations that just gave President Jacob Zuma of South-Africa an award for good governance in South-Africa. The very same South-Africa that has been labelled murder and rape capita of the world!!! And all of a sudden all the conspiracy theories I have so many times been confronted with all seems to make total sense. Do these people actually think that we are all that stupid?
To get back to the point of my discussion the very same thing that you as a group get slammed in the face with so much. How on earth is it possible that when a white person want to share his day and time with people of his own race or skin color it is called to be politically incorrect but the moment you are black and deny white people a birth certificate to your country it turns into acceptable? How is it possible that you can throw white people off their land, shoot and poison their animals and assault them and the world turns a blind eye? How is it possible that a country and its leaders so arrogant and ignorant that they drive their very own country into the sewerage, and yet when the state treasury dries they stand in front of the very same western leaders they hate and curse so much, to plead for donations which they succeed in receiving? How is it possible that we as whites allow this? Without asking why in the time of an apartheid South-Africa were these things enforced but as soon as it becomes black on white violence and racism is it said to be acceptable, or ” Oh but them people! Them people they had it coming”?
I want to make a statement, that we as whites allow this to happen cause we have become accustom to keep our mouths shut. That we as White Africans have become tired of having the race card thrown at us for just everything that goes wrong. That we have become accustomed to being called second class citizens even though we are the very marrow to the bone of our tax society, the very veins that feeds our leaders and state treasury. We need to start asking questions again, we need to start saying that what is good for the goose is good for the gander. We need to start saying NO to entities that get away with the silent murder of our race.
I have made a choice, that I will not be supporting a country, one with a leader that hates the color of my skin but for whom my money is acceptable. I will not travel or allow my loved ones to travel there, there where whites are denied their rights. As for the very people that organize events such as these in a racist environment like Zimbabwe, I want to tell you that you, indeed are part of the problem. As for me and my family, we will NOT turn a blind eye, not even in the hope and dreams of my son or daughter becoming international sport heroes.