Against a backdrop of colonial architecture-from the Herbert Baker facades to the Cape Dutch homesteads which litter the Western Cape and Cape Town in general, the street and highway names, schools and hospitals, dedicated to colonialists and slavemaster statues, one is so often reminded that nothing has changed in these parts. In our 14 plus years of liberation from apartheid, which was subsequently replaced by tripartheid, the lesson we have all learned is perhaps most aptly personified by our present-day crime stats. So gross is the situation that it affects even those at the upper echelons of our currently elitist society. The only ones unaffected are the nativistic denialists who sit with their heads in the clouds and eyes wide shut, oblivious to the obvious.
In 1652, we are told that a certain Jan Van Riebeck landed on our shores at what is known by the rich as Camps Bay. This makes the bay of pigs our very own Plymouth Rock. This was, I can safely a**ume, an area inhabited by a vast populus of people who practiced a lifestyle which may have been viewed as primitive by the standards of the Dutch sailors. However, instead of allowing this way of life to continue unabated, the Dutch went about implementing the original RDP(rape,devastation and pillage)of the Khoi San and other indigenous peoples. This ultimaltely resulted in (a) the so-called coloured race, and (b) the cape flats. If these men and women were aware how the situation would turn out 400 years later, perhaps they would themselves have deviated from their plans of settlement on our shores.
I was once told that the reason why the white people of Cape Town are so security conscious is largely due to the fact that they are in actual fact aware of the fact that they are thieves. The fact is, no one has ever had the courage to take any member or offspring of the settlers and overseas overseers to suit for theft of their land. Instead, we have been forced to accept donations and such from sympathetic governments as compensation for the loss of our birthright. The Land Claims Commission has done little or nothing to remedy the irrepeairable situation.
Most white families continue to own two or three homes, sometimes acquiring property simply for developmental purposes or profit. The fact is, there are more than enough houses in this province to house us all. And enough food to feed us sevenfold. Enough clothing is manufactured here for us all to change every day. Yet those who complain or cry out are merely viewed as threats to national security and so on. That's what they call a revolutionary nowadays.
Presently, it appears the succesion debate has been somewhat settled. The corruptors have voted the corrupt into power and so on, in order to ensure us and our future generations another 10 years or more of shitocracy. Thus, the brain drain we so often complain of is in order. For anyone with a sound mind knows that the black, gold and green gra** of home is clearly not in the hands of the descendants of those who died for it.
I leave you with this afterthought: During the recent power outages in Gauteng, there was a ma**ive power failure which affected the city in its entirety. The only building which still miraculously had power was the Goldfields building. What does this spell out? Those elected to power have been placed in these positions as a mere formality.
Happy Biko Day!
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