*Dankie Vader Dis Maandag
My liewe Henriette
Dankie vir jou antwoord wat nie net 'n herinneringestorting veroorsaak nie, maar ook 'n aanstigting is tot geheuesteunrekonstruksie van die verlede waarmee ek, onder andere, bedoel dat ek nie uit eie beweging sou onthou dat jy óók, saam met Ingrid Burnett, kunsgeskiedenis gedoen het nie en dat ek heel moontlik destyds gedink het: "Watter nuttelose vak..." vergeleke met "regte" geskiedenis en kyk hoe het die wiel inmiddels sodanig gedraai dat kuns en kunsgeskiedenis vandag waarskynlik die enigste betroubare bron van geskiedskrywing verteenwoordig, aangesien kuns en skepping byna ál sinvolle menslike gedraginge is wat daar in 'n verwarde wêreld oorgebly het.
Ek soek die ou geskiedenisboek as geheuesteunrekonstruksiehulpmiddel met die verwerking en boekstaaf van ons "onlangse" besoek aan Suider-Afrika, wat moeiliker is as tevore en ons het nog nie eers Pierre-se-Pole betree nie...
...toe die halwe maan
en sy jukstaposisionele ster
'n perfekte parallelogram
op my kantoorvloer vorm
dwaal my gedagtes t'rug
op vér paaie
en diep 'n klasbriefie op
wat kosbaar soos 'n herfsblaar
uit vervloë dae dwarrel...
Ek sit elke dag 35 min lank
vasgetangens in my bank.
Voor in die klas staan 'n boer
wat my wiskunde probeer voer
Ek kwadreer my vreugdes
en vind die logaritme van
(...en ek wonder of Thea se ma vir André toe kommunikatief opgespoor het...)
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Constitutional expert Bertus de Villiers fled to Australia
2010-01-21 by Constitutional expert Bertus de Villiers - now is a member of the Bench in Perth, West Australia, who writes:
“Few subjects upset people as much as emigration. The advantages, the disadvantages. The longings, the new identity. The hatred, the love. The recriminations, the dream. In the ten years since my emigration, I have spoken to hundreds of emigrants to find out what motivated them, what’s going on inside their heads. I tried to get past the stories of violence to probe the underlying psychological motivation.
‘The gap between what white people expected to be happening in the New South Africa, and what is actually happening, simply remains too large. In the cities progressing to revolution, they ‘rebelled’ by leaving.
White people expected South Africa to somehow be ‘different’ from the rest of Africa; that it would be better; that white and black could really enjoy a place in the sun together.
“But it isn’t. And now they’re angry. Hurt, disappointed, rejected, gatvol. And their ‘revolution’ is to move, because it doesn’t help them to fight. It has nothing to do with racism or bitterness. It has everything to do with unfulfilled, subjective expectations. While the Constitution is a world-class document, the manner in which it is being managed repeatedly turns into a world-class mess.
“Within a decade, white people became bywoners in the land of their birth. Now they prefer to becomebywoners in other countries which offer them more chances and also offer them acceptance.
The pushing-power moving people to leave South Africa is stronger than the drawing power to the land of their choice. White people leave South Africa with pain. With hatred even.
And it takes a long time to get over this. This makes us (Afrikaners) different from other emigrants. I meet hundreds of Brits, Italians and Kiwis who emigrated because they wanted to, not because they had to.
Yet in my past decade in Australia, I have not met one white (South African) person who wanted to be in Australia out of their own free will. They all would much rather be in Pretoria, Cape Town and Lichtenburg, go to church Sundays, go to Loftus (rugby grounds) and make a difference in their community.
But they feel kicked out. Their skills, expertise and the love for their country are treated with deep contempt. And another country is courting them. It’s like a man who neglects his wife. She will leave him for someone else who makes her feel like a woman.
And once the Boers arrive in Australia and note the appreciation of the people, they fall madly in love with their new country. That’s why the chance that people will remigrate from places such as Australia is about zero.
The lessons for policy-makers is that it is possible to slow down emigration. But forget trying to get back those who are in this country. Rather try and keep those who are still there – by giving them hope. A home. Recognition, appreciation.
Afrikaans is the key:
I once was with prof Pieter de Lange when he told senior ANC-guys before the organisation was unbanned: ““Don’t touch Afrikaans. If you touch it, Afrikaners will lose their fear of English and leave (like the English have done).”
Needless to say, they ignored this tip. And the results are clear. Afrikaners don’t fear English any longer. They arrive in Australia on Friday and start working on Monday. They aren’t ashamed of their accents any longer.
They talk Afrikaans at home but study and work in English. Just as they were in fact already doing inSouth Africa.
Now they just want to survive
What is a human being without a dream? White people now experience how their dreams about the future, about their advancement, about their children’s future opportunities, have been stolen.
“Of course one can become increasingly windgat about the grand holiday home or the car – but those are not the dreams a guy needs. You don’t want to crawl on your belly to get your dream; you don’t want to bribe a guy for your dream. You don’t want to say ‘comrade’ to a guy, or laugh when he makes stupid jokes, and you don’t want to keep silent about his gigantic mistakes because you want to be politically correct.
People want to know when you can sit back and start planning for your future. You want to know that if your child works hard, he can get out on top. But many have stopped having such dreams. Now, they just want to survive. South Africa has become a dream-breaker for many.
SA brainpower in Perth is formidable
The South African brainpower which has been collected by Perth, is incredible. There’s enough SA engineers to build an entire country. Enough teachers to educate children at hundreds of schools, enough doctors to get Nr 1 Military Hospital kick-started again. Enough nurses to populate countless clinics. And none of them wanted to be in Perth. But all their needs for recognition, for self-fulfilment, are fullfilled. They get acknowledged. They get advanced. They survive. They grow. And they are secure.
Rugby is the new patriotism.
People want to love their country. A land is more than just a place to stay. they call it patriotism. White people’s patriotism was taken away from them because they aren’t allowed to participate in their new country. Their cultural holidays are treated with disdain. Their language is back in the kitchen... They don’t know the names of their Ministers. They don’t know the (new) names of their towns. Their fears are being dismissed as ‘racism’. Their criticism is seen as bitterness. They are being turned into people who are ashamed of their own history.
And they have become visitors to Africa. That’s why they are nearly perverse when it comes to rugby. It’s the new patriotism.
Picture: “I have a rugby-jersey which is half-Springbok and half-Wallaby jersey. (picture) When I wear it to the Subiaco-stadium in Perth the guys laugh and say; ‘mate you have got your bets hedged.’ At Loftus (in Pretoria) a guy snarls at me: ‘take off that f…ng jersey or I will donner you.’
The entire world is on the move. That’s different from two decades ago. It has become very normal to migrate. The emigration-process from South Africa however, is different from this migration-pattern in four different ways:
- White people don’t leave South Africa temporarily. They go, never to return.
- Those who emigrate sell everything. Not one asset remains behind for which they would need to return. That’s disinvestment on a massive scale.
- The numbers leaving South Africa are proportionally very high. One-quarter of the entire white population aged 15 years or higher has already left. Any Western country would be forced to its knees by such a mass-exodus.
- The tendency is that entire nuclear families and extended families leave the country of their birth.
Love/hate relationship between those who stay and those who left
Another unique thing about the South African migration pattern is the love/hate relationship between those who stay behind and those who leave.
Not one other country in the world is so pre-occupied with the emigration-debate, whether it’s in the letters-columns of Beeld newspaper or the sad stories from Sarie relating tales from people who miss the African sunset, or report about people eating biltong in Sydney, salted with their tears…
Other countries don’t talk about emigration that way – New Zealand, Britain, Italy. Nobody talks about it. Only in South Africa does the subject sweep up such massive emotions of hatred, anger, fury, and also jealousy and longing. I don’t know why but I know it’s weird!
Many expats from other countries become a source of economic ties between the old country and the new country. However when it comes to South Africa, there’s no new advantage between the expats and the old country except a Afrikaans CDs and Rooibos-tea. It’s almost as if the emigrants are already written off.
Where are the leaders?
And one thing which really makes me hopeless ab out the future is the lack of leadership in the new generation (of Afrikaners) in South Africa. The old leaders struggle with the past and try and explain that they haven’t given up and sold out. The new leaders drink beer in their lapas and try and remain as small a target as possible so that they won’t endanger their contracts or their jobs. Everybody is lying low.
Leadership amongst whites and especially among Afrikaners is thinner than paper. There’s not one general. On the contrary there’s not even a bleddie corporal. The troopies wander about and everyone goes in their own direction.
A few years ago there were about 5-million white people in South Africa – about 12% of the total population. Now there’s about 4-million – about 9% of the population. Before long, there will only be one- or two-million white people left: the numbers will drop because of emigration, deaths, low-birth rates and low immigration (of whites) into South Africa.
DIESELFDE SENTIMENTE VANUIT 'N IETWAT ANDER PERSPEKTIEF:
Verskoon die Engels. Maar ons is mos ten volle tweetalig, soos dit goeie SAW soldate van die goeie ou gewese RSA betaam:
Blood. Tears. Sweat. Out of a lifetime of fighting during the bush- and border wars for Rhodesia, and then our 'old' South Africa, - and our eventual loss.
Loss not like after Vietnam, since after the Vietnamese war with so much more blood and tears, the American soldiers were choppered out to waiting American ships to arrive, and live forever after, in a free and wonderfully American America.
Loss not like after the world wars either, because after both world wars, with rivers and streams of blood and tears, the participating nations and peoples could still return to their own nations and homes, however bombed and smaller and oppressed they might have been.
No, our loss was absolute. Total. The utter, unmitigated loss of our whole, entire nations and homelands. So we were left with nothing, zero, zip, nix, f@ck-all. Do you, dear reader, really understand? No, I suppose not. You are still blinded by the propaganda claptrap of 'democracy', 'human rights', 'liberation', the Mandela myth and freedom fraud and fantasy fables put out so successfully by our nations' executioners. You have stopped clapping hands, yes. You are beginning to realise something is wrong, sure. And, if you have retained a resemblance of an independent mind, you might have an inkling of the genocide of the last white African tribe that started in 1994. But, even those of you hiding behind your security walls and electrical fence, you still don't grasp the full magnitude of the annihilation and rubbing out of everything we had and held dear. Which, just in case you want to fall back on inane and fatuous excuses like 'apartheid' and 'racism', was what every other nation on earth regards as its cherished heritage and perfect right: Its own identity, state, independence and freedom.
We've lost it all. Everything. There is not one single square millimetre in the whole of southern Africa, where we were born, which we can now call our own. Every damned thing now belongs to something which is called 'Zimbabwe', 'Namibia' or 'Republic of South Africa'. Not the Republic of South Africa we had before, which was established in 1910 as the Union of South Africa, but a totally different state. Utterly alien to us, ruled by people who regard us as inconvenient nuisance at best, and unwanted 'settlers' to be wiped out at worst. States with different flags, coats of arms, rulers, traditions and norms. Inherently hostile towards us, full of mental and physical threats. And more practically racist than our countries ever might have been officially. Where that so-called 'vote' they wax lyrical about means as much as the vote of Jews caught up in pre-Word War Germany. Where your supposedly oh-so-wonderful 'rights' as an individual are not worth the paper it's written on, as you stand alone against an all-powerful state and the equally all-powerfull 'masses'. As Zimbabwe has already shown, and as this 'New' South Africa is busy showing.
Once again, there's blood and tears, a-plenty. With more looming on the Azanian horizon. But now, there are none of our medics to carry the wounded or to close up your bodybag. Now it's an alien state and its alien organs which couldn't care a f@ck. With its hospitals which you enter at your own risk. To die there, or be killed through negligence and incompetence. Unless you are rich enough to be able to afford your own private means.
But this is just by the way. The question is, for us who lost everything after a virtual lifetime of fighting for Rhodesia and South Africa, - has the blood and tears and sweat of so many of us been for nothing? Apart from the memories and the sense of pride in what we had and what we were and what we did? Is there no hope of ever having a nation of our own again? Are we condemned to be 'bywoners', lackeys, modern-day well-fed slaves, in the country of our birth, forever? Or exiles in Australia and Europe and America, with our children becoming Australians and Europeans and Americans? It seems like it, doesn't it, - especially since so many of our own people don't even realise what we've lost....
- Image from, and thanks to, Jim Hooper.