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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

BULALA A TRUE STORY OF SOUTH AFRICA

BULALA Tagati!*
A True Story of South Africa
by Cuan Elgin
“This book is in stark contrast to those that have gone before it. For the first time South Africa’s history is depicted as it really was—shorn of politically correct evaluations and comment. With real people, incidents and events it tells the real and brutal story of the taming of a harsh, yet beautiful land. The blood and the battles, the dust and the sounds and smells all paint a most vivid picture. Anyone who reads this book cannot fail to understand more of the real dynamics of Africa: its cruelty, harshness, and unforgiving nature is stripped bare in Bulala . . . Read it and think again.” — David Taylor, New Zealand
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[* "BULALA abaTagati" means in Zulu, "Kill the Wizards!" These were the words Zulu king Dingane used in 1838, when ordering his bodyguards to execute the Boer emmissaries, shortly after their mutual signing of a land treaty.]
“If you haven’t yet read this book, then you are missing out on an epic of not only great sensitivity, but also of accounts of many betrayals so ghastly as to set your teeth on edge!
This should be read by not only ALL South Africans of ALL colour, but also by people of other Nations who are not aware of our history. Cuan Elgin has a gift of attention to detail which is quite remarkable in a man so young and his ability to feel the heart of a woman is truly remarkable.
His great faith in God is very evident as he embroiders this narrative richly with not only his own faith, but also that of the forefathers of this Nation who dared to trust their God even in the face of such desperate circumstances.
If only one of his intentions in writing this history of our Nation, is to remind us of the kind of mettle and courage and bravery of the men and women who opened up our land with their own blood and tears, then he has succeeded!” – An endorsement by Lolah Peel
392 pages (including 3 maps), paperback.
The gripping tale of the beginnings of a small, brave, Christian nation born of both extremes of the emotional spectrum: conflict, turmoil, and tragedy as well as love, dedication, and adventure—this exciting historical account of the history of South Africa (from earliest times to the end of the 2nd Anglo-Boer War at the dawn of the 20th Century) is woven as a rich tapestry into the form of a novel.
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Author of Bulala – Cuan Elgin
Dutch, English, French Huguenot, German, Indian, Irish, Khoi, Malay, Portuguese, Scots, Xhosa, Zulu, and other peoples struggle with and against each other in this factual account, which depicts the events as they happened, as well as the beliefs in the hearts and the thoughts in the minds of those people during those times—yet while this moving saga reveals how and why things were done as they were, it does so without condemning or condoning behaviour. The reader is free to draw their own conclusions and do their own moralizing.
Deeply researched, the Scottish-Irish-descended South African-born author travelled over 15,500 miles [25,000 km.] across South Africa to every historical site mentioned in the narrative, in his first-hand investigative research. You will learn, laugh, and cry—but more importantly, understand the actual events which transpired in this controversial, southern-most African nation, without the bias of the media or the pressured slant of special-interest groups.
Apart from being so highly entertaining that you will find it hard to put this book down, the historically accurate presentation will allow the non-South African reader to understand South Africa as well as it can possibly be understood by an outsider. Further, modern nations may possibly learn some lessons and avoid similar pitfalls which may threaten their domestic tranquility.
Read “Bulala” and think again!
In my opinion “Bulala” is probably the most important, most authoritative and best researched book on the history of South Africa ever written. Anyone truly interested in the true history of South Africa and those invincible Boers must read this book. Bulala is the bible of South African history. – Toxinews
I fully endorse this book and its writer Cuan Elgin, for that matter I urge to buy this book and read it, when you have done reading it give it to your children to read so that they can have a better understanding of their history! Read this book and then read it again! Then see with new eyes!
Shane – Shane’s Blog
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Buy the book / Koop die boek Bulala: A True Story Of South Africa :
WHERE DID THE BOOK TITLE ‘BULALA’ (Zulu for “kill/destroy”) ORIGINATE?
As I say in the Preface to BULALA, it occurred to me that if I first published a book exposing the creeping genocide of our people, most of ‘The World’ would not give a damn: “Just getting what they deserve… because of Apartheid.”
So the rationale for publishing a story of our history first, and then the modern-day story as a sequel, thus came about, to show the continuity of our righteous struggle to survive.
The first “Bulala” in the story is of course Zulu king Dingane’s traitorous order to murder the Boer emmissaries in 1838; the 2nd is British Capt Alfred “Bulala” Taylor & his murders of unarmed Boers during the 2nd Anglo-Boer War, and the 3rd “Bulala” is what convicted terrorist Nelson Mandela & his communist henchmen sing in “Bulala amaBuhnu/Kill the Boers” to this very day.
An extract from BULALA:
The ANC’s (African National Congress) communist-trained “militant wing” of this “black liberation struggle,” was a group called Mkhonto weSizwe (MK), meaning, the “Spear of the Nation.”
This “liberationist” organization would torture and execute hundreds of blacks within their own camps, in the “frontline states” (Angola, Botswana, Mozambique, Namibia, Zambia, and Zimbabwe) who were suspected as “traitors.” This declared terrorist group, based to the north of the white republic, planted land-mines on South African farm roads, and detonated limpet-mines and car bombs in towns, indiscriminately killing and maiming innocent civilians (both black and white). Yet they never actually confronted the white army in South Africa in battle.
In the “frontline state” of Angola, most of the real fighting against the whites was done for the black “liberation forces” by 50,000 Cuban troops, outfitted with Russian tanks and Mig fighter-aircraft, which culminated in a stalemate, at the hard-fought Battle of Cuito Cuanivale, in October of 1987.
The San-Bushmen of Namibia, the original inhabitants of that desert land (many of whom had acted as trackers for the South African Army), were dispossessed of their allotted homeland there by the incoming black government, as a “punishment” for that allegiance. Notably, many moderate black Namibian troops also fought alongside the white troops, against the Marxist-led and Cuban-backed infiltrators from Angola, the Owambo, who now have a majority in the new Namibian government.
The strongly Calvanistic, Christian white African nation endured; preferring to live as an independent ethnic minority under virtual siege—declared an enemy of the world—than to capitulate to a communist-backed, black majority rule and turn their backs on their God and their very heritage. The Apartheid era itself would last a mere 40 years: one generation —considerably less than the 70 years that the people of Eastern Europe suffered under the heel of communism.
Yet, the white Afrikaners reasoned, Apartheid was not some foreign institution imposed upon some other nation, as was the case with communism; it was essentially the “House Rules” a sovereign people established to maintain law and order in their own nation.
The primary reason Apartheid was instituted was the absolute refusal of the whites to have blacks living permanently within their towns and suburbs. Seeing how the blacks lived in their own villages—and obeying God’s command to “be separate,” the Afrikaners legislated Apartheid to preserve the integrity and safety of their own nation and people.
Further, the Afrikaners, being a Christian people, would not allow dark-arts practicing nonbelievers to live among them; since centuries of missionary efforts, they argued, had produced no real moral advancement or notable spiritual change in the majority of the black peoples of South Africa.
Yet the albatross of infamy engendered by “the legacy of Apartheid” would forever be dredged up by the incoming ANC to stigmatize and discriminate against all whites—and to then justify the passing of legislation to dispossess skilled white South Africans of their jobs, and white farmers of their land, even 2 decades after the whites themselves had abolished the policy of Apartheid. Hypocritically, the blacks now began to impose similar discriminatory legislation against the ethnic-minority whites;
but now that “the tables had been turned,” such racial discrimination was considered to be a good thing!
FOR THOSE WHO WONDER IF I WROTE ‘BULALA’ TO “MAKE MONEY”
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I have only recovered a fraction of the cost (in time=money & cash) that I invested in BULALA, but as the ‘Preface to the Reader’ explains, I wrote it to let the world know who & what we are, where we came from, what we sacrificed to build South Africa, and how we now find ourselves in this situation; strangers in our own land.
BULALA is actually a ‘prequel’ as I originally started writing a modern-day political novel exposing the thousands of brutal farm-murders since the communist takeover (a book still only 2/3 done… things are developing so fast now!) but then I realized that ‘the world’ would simply say, “but you’re just getting what you deserve… because of apartheid”, so I shelved that story, until I could first tell of our origins.
I struggled to get BULALA onto bookshelves alongside the scores of books that tell only one side of the story of South Africa, but I kept trying. I couldn’t find a South African publisher brave enough to take it on, so had to go via the USA first, and then print locally. Reader feedback has been 99% positive, I am pleased to say.
Incidentally, I attended a book fair in Cape Town about 2 years ago, and saw a publisher’s fancy stall selling boxed sets of “Heroes of the Struggle”. I asked them if these included the Boer generals; heroes of the struggle against British imperialism.
They thought I was nuts…
Johann Hamman [renowned Battle Fields Guide] says: Writing a book for public consumption in this country is like starting a coffee shop in Ethiopia. It will be an epic struggle to reach the publishing deadline, a nonstop argument with idiot editors and book selectors, and an obscene amount of money to get the first edition anywhere near readiness and countless arguments with morons who want to tell you what you should have written. I have read Bulala. Cuan Elgin gave me a copy and graciously inscribed it to me as a Son of Africa. It does not matter what you write in any book. If it does not meet mainstream ideas… you will not get past it. Bulala is a cracking read and a historical novel. It is not an academic work. Go read it……our story is a spellbinding tale that will bend hearts, no matter how you clothe it….Take a bow, Mr. Elgin.
IT’S THE SAME OLD CRY, “AFRICA FOR AFRICANS!”
“AFRICA FOR AFRICANS!”
Yet, somehow it seems that “Europe is for anyone!” and thus anyone can move there and live off the generosity of European taxpayers.
Has it occurred to black Africans (those who claim one has to be “black” ie. negroid, to be an African), that the North Africans (who have an unbroken 5 000-year written history there) are largely of Arabic origin?
Extract from BULALA:
The Afrikaner-Boers have of course, every right to now call themselves an African “tribe”—and to demand recognition as such. The Zulus, Xhosas or Sothos can not claim to be any older as a distinct tribe in the region than could the Afrikaners. The Zulu tribe itself was only an insignificant clan until Shaka made them an (assimilated) nation in the 1820′s, and the Xhosas (an earlier offshoot) are not much older: both “originated” out of the forced consolidation of many branches of Nguni-speaking Bantu. The Boers too, though a “tribe” formed from many different European “tribes,” are by now as “African” as any black tribesmen—and are, like the Bantu, descended from many a common ancestor (the very definition of a “tribe”), hence their many common surnames.
They have also been settled, at least in the huge area loosely called “The Cape,” for over 360 years; more than a century longer than any Bantu tribe. The TRANSVAAL and the ORANGE FREE STATE had been “cleared” for their occupation by Mzilikaze’s genocides, until the Matabele and Mzilikaze himself were, in turn, “cleared” from the area by the Boers. The Afrikaner-Boers then developed what was essentially a barren wasteland, into a veritable Utopia; by their blood, sweat and tears.
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Instead of supporting NASPERS and other outlets that will feed you nothing but politicaly correct drivel – spend your money supporting our people in their attempt to set the record straight! Its the right thing to do!
“History means simply everything that we know of the past. So to say that you have no interest in history is to declare yourself indifferent to everything.” ~John Lukacs, “Historical Consciousness”
BUY THIS BOOK AND SPREAD THE WORD!!
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Friday, February 24, 2012

Afrikaner Blood



Inside the kommando camp that turns boys' doubts to hate

ELLES VAN GELDER JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA - Feb 24 2012

Thick clouds of diesel smoke fill the air outside a run-down guest farm outside the town of Carolina in Mpumalanga. As the stench dissipates, a group of boys, aged between 13 and 19, spill from the bed of a rusty truck. The trip from the city to the country was long and hypnotic in the old jalopy.



       
As part of their indoctrination the boys were ordered to wipe their filthy boots on the South African flag


It is after midnight when the boys heft bags full of military clothing. "There are old blood stains on my uniform," one of them says, as he trades his sneakers for army boots.

Shouted orders ring out. The harsh intimidation begins immediately. Groaning, the boys raise 4m tent poles among the cowpats dotting the grassland. The large army tent will be their home for the next nine days.

Thirteen-year-old Jano, the youngest at the camp, spreads his sleeping bag on the bumpy floor. He is at the camp because he wants to prove to his father that he isn't a sissy but a real man, he says with a shy smile.

At 18, Riaan is already a little more self-assured. His lily-white skin is recovering from acne. "I want to learn how to camouflage myself in the veld." He, too, seems excited to be camping out and playing soldier, as if he's living an adventure out of a boyhood novel.

But soon they will realise this survival camp is different to others held in the veld.

The boys run from the tent to the mess hall. Before them, under the glare of fluorescent lighting, stands 57-year-old Franz Jooste. Old army decorations gleam on his apartheid-era uniform. The uniforms of the boys also come from that era.

"We're going to make men of you all," he tells them in Afrikaans.

'Protecting its own people'


Jooste is the head of the Kommando-korps, a small, little-known right-wing group bent on breeding hate and banking on some young Afrikaners' sense of not belonging in the new South Africa to get there.
On its website, the Kommandokorps describes itself as an elite organisation "protecting its own people" in the event of an attack, it writes, necessary "because the police and the military cannot provide help quickly enough".

Last year, it signed a saamstaanverdrag (a unity pact) with the Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging (AWB) and the Suidlanders -- a small whites-only group that is awaiting the racial apocalypse -- to coordinate their security strategy together.
The organisation claims to have trained more than 1 500 Boere-Afrikaner jongmanne in defence skills over the past 11 years. Jooste, who spreads his message by e-mail and in newsletters, says that 40% of boys sign up themselves. The rest are volunteered by their parents.

The teenagers at the camp all know crime horror stories and feel responsible for protecting their families. "We always have to lock our doors at night," 18-year-old Nicolas says. "This camp will teach me how to protect my father and mother, and little brother and sister."

At 4.30am on the first morning of camp, the boys are sent out on a 2km run in their heavy army boots, down a rocky country road filled with potholes. The organisation aspires to instil discipline through sweat. The war of attrition has begun. Indoctrination takes root best in exhausted ground.

Sixteen-year-old EC is in the middle of the panting troop. He is one of the smallest boys here, a childlike teenager who is thrilled at being able to shoot his paintball gun.

'I don't like racism'
"I want to be able to defend myself. And I am also doing this for my paintball career," he says with a smile. His mother is a single mom and sent him to the camp because she feels it will be good for her boy to be surrounded by men.

After they catch their breath, we talk about their country. The teenagers say they believe in the idea of the rainbow nation but the contradictions soon emerge.

"People generally get along pretty well," Riaan says. "We have to fight racism." EC has two black friends, Thabang and Tshepo. "I don't like racism."

"I don't know what apartheid is," Jano says. "But a long time ago, Nelson Mandela made it so everyone has the same rights." Then EC adds he would never marry a black woman and Jano says he is afraid when he walks past black people.

The group is called to a small field next to the community hall. They line up in military formation while a camp leader unfolds the old South African flag. They fill their lungs with air and start singing: "Uit die blou van onse hemel, Uit die diepte van ons see, Oor ons ewige gebergtes waar die kranse antwoord gee."

Some struggle with the words of the apartheid national anthem.

Meanwhile, Jooste sits in the mess hall. Kitsch paintings of buffalos, elephants and rhinos hang on the walls, and the wicker furniture is covered in zebra print. He looks through the glasses on his nose at the camp's schedule. It is written down in military style and every minute seems accounted for.

Proud veteran
There are slots for self-defence techniques, radio communication and how to patrol, as well as lectures on patriotism and the history of the border wars.

Jooste is a proud veteran. He fought on South Africa's borders with Zimbabwe and Mozambique and in Angola. He is scarred, he says, by what he calls treason; while
he was fighting for the white regime, his leaders were making peace with Nelson Mandela.
After his army service, he was active in the AWB.

Before his most important lecture, "Die vyand en bedreiging" (The enemy and the threat), Jooste boasts that it will take him just an hour to change the boys' minds. "Then they'll know they aren't part of the rainbow nation but part of another nation with an important history."

His cadets sit cross-legged on the ground in the mess hall. When he speaks the teens listen quietly. "Aside from the Aborigines in Australia, the African black is the most underdeveloped, barbaric member of the human race on Earth," he says. He tells the boys that black people have a smaller cerebral cortex than whites and thus cannot take initiative or govern effectively.

"Who is my enemy in South Africa? Who murders, robs and rapes?" "Who are these creatures?" he asks. "The blacks," he answers.
He picks up the current South African flag and lays it before the entrance to the mess hall like a doormat. He orders the boys to wipe their filthy army boots on it. They laugh uncertainly, then they do as they are told. Only Nicolas stands back.

Jooste tells them that they should love the old South African flag and the old national anthem.

Fear and superiority

An extreme form of patriotism runs through groups like this one; the cadets at this camp are taught that the country should not return to apartheid but, rather, they must work to acquire their own independent nation. Jooste last year got elected on to the Volksraad Verkiesing Kommissie (People's Council Electoral Commission), a group that fights for Afrikaner nationalism.

Hermann Gilomee, a renowned writer on Afrikaners and an extraordinary professor in history at the University of Stellenbosch, says apartheid stemmed from two sources: fear and a sense of superiority. You can still see them in Jooste. The primary fear is for the loss of Afrikaner identity -- their culture, language and symbols -- as a separate people. Jooste is desperate to conserve this sense of separateness and create a new generation of Afrikaners who carry his ideas. It is his mission to indoctrinate young Afrikaners like Nicolas, Riaan, Jano and EC, who are struggling to determine their position in the country.

Born after the end of apartheid, they feel unwanted, says Unisa associate professor Eliria Bornman of the department of communication science who did research on Afrikaner identity. "They know they're different from the rest of the population. Any leader can take their frustration and channel it in a negative way."

Outside the tent, the cadets are made to crawl across the ground, army-style, gripping a wooden beam they call liefie in their arms, their knuckles bleeding. "Persevere! You've got to learn to persevere," Jooste shouts. The sound of crying rises from the rearmost ranks. Jooste's assistants, older members of the Kommando­korps, grin as they take photos of the boys with their cellphones.

EC is struggling. The beam weighs almost a third as much as he does. The nights, too, are hitting him hard. "We sleep on the ground and our sleeping bags get wet. In three nights, I've slept six hours. Every day I think about giving up." But his paintball career seems to keep him going.

'You should hate black people'

The next night they move from the army tent to a nearby forest where they set up two camps. They each get one small tin of canned beans or vegetables to eat and warm themselves near the fire. At first light, one of the groups launches an attack. With the sleep still in their eyes they point and shoot their paintballs.

The young faces are increasingly marked by exhaustion as the days pass, yet the boys seem to grow more and more confident. "The training has taught me that you should hate black people," EC says. "They kill everyone who crosses their path. I don't think I can be friends with Thabang and Tshepo anymore."

Riaan repeats what he has learned in nine days almost word for word. "There's a war going on between blacks and whites. A lot of blood will flow in the future. I definitely feel more like an Afrikaner now. I feel the Afrikaner blood in my veins."

Jooste insists his job is to teach them to defend themselves. He doesn't want to force the boys into any particular direction. "All we want to do is channel the feeling they already carry within them. We don't want them to hate."

But in nine days, boys who once carried a budding belief in South African unity have become toughened men with racist ideas.

At the end of the camp the two boys who performed best are selected. They will get the next course, the gevorderde weerbaarheids kursus (advanced preparedness course), for free. There the paintball guns will be traded in for the real deal.


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Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012 New Year wishes to the Whites in South Africa.

I read this post on the following link:

http://beyondtheriversofethiopia.blogspot.com/

 

Saturday, 31 December 2011


2012 New Year wishes to the Whites in South Africa.


I am not going to bitch and moan about how you people just sit back and let this shit happen, no I am done with that – it is a lost cause.

No – this time around I am going to congratulate you on surviving another year in that country ruled by savages that want(s) you dead.

Regardless of being outnumbered 50 to 1 you managed to survive, and not just survive but make a living and be productive members of society, you found time for your family, fed and played with your children and pets, made love to your wife or girlfriend, purchased proudly South African products and even paid your taxes!!
Taxes that provide that country with infrastructure and vital services for everyone.

You even found the time to braai a tjoppie and drink a dop or two or three with your mates.
In short, complacency aside, you rock!!
You are the essence of what it truly means to be a White South African!!

You don’t think the world owes you a living, you earn a living!
And yes you own shit – not because you are white but because you work your ass off to pay for that shit!!
Well I salute you, because you have the right stuff!!

And without you that country would be a slum like most of its neighbours. – So, go ahead and pat yourselves on the back, because it is only because of you and others like you that there is still something worth staying in that country for!!

So as this year winds down, take a bow because you deserve the honours but also be vigilant as this is the season of intense crime, after all the other South Africans still need to steal their bonus from you, so be wary and watchful and above all be safe.


 

Rest up, have fun with family and friends as you will need all the strength you can muster for 2012, because if the world does not end as predicted, you the few will be called upon to support the many who refuse to even try!!

Forwarded by an unknown reader.