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The Black Plague!

September 2nd, 2009 63 comments

oraniaOK, so let me get something straight; if they sit on the same park bench, or even if they swim (not that too many of them can anyway) on the identical section of the OCEAN as you, you might, WHAT, catch something? Slowly set in motion a process that would turn you black too? Pick up their nasty habits; like talking in a very animated manor, having a great sense of rhythm (now that was uncalled for) or speaking loudly to people although you may be close proximity to each other?

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Wat Se Jy

August 4th, 2009 8 comments

wieliewalieGrowing up in the shielded environment I did, I was unaware about this whole ‘language of the oppressor’ thing. This language of course was Afrikaans. I was always in love with the language, and I even had a boyhood crush on my Afrikaans teacher. Things that I maybe shouldn’t mention, but I think she sort of had a clue. I am even brave enough to state that she may have also had a little soft spot for me too, but now I am straying from the subject.

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Discovering Identity Through History

July 16th, 2009 8 comments

sa_schoolI was attending a private school from the age of 3. My brother and sister, both younger than me, soon joined the same school. This meant that my parents, both of whom were schoolteachers, had to work very hard to ensure that they could make ends meet. This also mean that there was no time for them to sit us down and explain the countries political climate, especially since it would mean that they would destroy our otherwise wonderful lives. I was very happy living in my little bubble, completely oblivious to the reality, which was South Africa.

Historically it has always been the upper class that has the luxury to sit and discuss political issues, laws and whatever else may tickle their fancy. On the whole the working class is far too busy dealing with the reality and trying to survive from day to day. So my parents lived the reality so that we may relish the fantasy. I enjoyed a childhood the way any child should. I had friends of all different races and I would attend their parties and even go to the odd sleep over. I grew older and I discovered women. Looking back I notice that I actually only had white girlfriends and they ranged from Italian and Jewish girls to Afrikaans girls.

Of course there were incidents that could have tipped me off, such as stay aways, the constant police harassment, marches and the occasional ‘toy toy’. Even when Nelson Mandela was released, I didn’t truly understand the magnitude of it all. This would all change because we would soon be studying South Africa in History…

thsUp until now my life read like a happy E True Hollywood Story. I had come from nothing, but because of opportunities made available by my parents (through immense sacrifice) I was now a quasi-TV Star. With appearances on KTV, Kids Cooking and Kids Can, I was earning good money, loving all the attention and I was re-defining the term ‘living it up!’ Every circle I socialized in was within its own bubble and this kept me ‘protected’ from ‘the truth’. These were the days when I was just another teen having a great time. Things were less complicated because we were all just ‘Redhillians’, playing together, learning together and sticking together. Unfortunately for us, things were about to fall apart!

I recall the day when I was sitting in History and we began tackling the subject of South African History. With each lesson, layer after protective layer was being peeled off and the truth was beginning to rear its ugly head- and it was hideous! I remember how we (the fortunate black students) began talking amongst ourselves about how messed up the country was. Some of our peers began feeling superior to us. We had no right to be treated like this because we were South African dammit! Thus began the rude awakening, which also marked the departure of a new journey of self-discovery…