Sod that muderous dick! His story pongs like a "long drop". You can google that term
This is much more entertaining. Lets go back to accusing OTW of racism after he described quite accurately the racism of White South Africans! We can't even say Boers (which
would be racist because boers are a "race"), because I've met Boers who are absolute gentlemen towards both their black workers, black friends & creepy little foreign hippy rasta's who're lost in the bush! There are some British-through-decent White South Africans who are as racist as any extremist, seperatist Boer right winger.
To me, going to the Cape a few years ago, my first trip back to Africa since the late 90's, was like going back in time. All the white Africans that cannot stand black African rule have all, it seemed to me, filtered down to that gorgeous strip of land running between Cape Town & Port Elizabeth, called the Garden Route. We effectively lived in Cape Town for 6 weeks. We stayed in a run-down back-packing lodge, with lots of local colour, not some white suburb. We were halfway between a white suburb & a black suburb. We witnessed some violence by local coloureds, (including what looked to my untrained eye like a murder scene ie a large, deep pool of blood) but you wont see me accusing "most coloureds" of being violent. I might say that most coloureds have a far better sense of dress than any other demographic in the Cape, but that would be a bit racist, wouldn't it? The rest of the population wear a walking nightmare combo of grim old shorts & check shirts. Yeah, the check shirt, it fucking survived the 70's & is alive & well roaming the deserted wastelands of "mens fashion" in South Africa. I shit you not! Redneck might be a nice way to describe the attitude of the fat, drunken, local white men. Neanderthals might be another term, only it defames neanderthals. They looked at us hippies, wandering into pizza joints in places like Knysna, as if we were lower than amoeba to them. It's always interesting up-fronting with these sorts, y'know, once I see them gazing grimly over or clearly talking about us, I invite the fucktards into the conversation, they're listening anyway right? Most of the time they wouldn't lower themselves to communicate with us scum, & would mutter unpleasantries in Afrikaans once they hear I'm English. Hahaha I know enough words in Afrikaans to know whats being said about me. One couple were quite pleasant after our tables coincided, actually, very pleasnt, it was Christmas, but on their way out I heard him say the words "kaffir lover" in English to his wife, under his breath. I hadn't said a word about Kaffirs, nor about any other SA political or social demographic or indeed anything political at all. There's no point rubbing them up the wrong way, & this guy, for once, clearly wasn't stupid, he must've seen the heart I wear on my sleeve.
The one incident that almost drew me to react with aggression, & funnily, I was tripping on DOC at the time, was in Kirstenbosch Gardens in January. A white family were slowly making their way up a hill towards a concert that was starting up. The music was an odd cross-breed of Classical, Opera & West Indian callypso that was disturbing us somewhat, so we were making our way at greater pace in the oppoite direction. The following actions by the male cunt of the family may well have been for my benefit, but I was havin a riot, so I didn't really notice the prick until he... He walked up to an African carving, a tall black woman carved out of stone, & he said down to his toddlers in that thick fucking accent, "now thiz iz yow we treat or blick leaders yey kids", & he slapped the sculpture across the face & carried on with his walk. It made me very angry, it can't be difficult to breed a racist kid in SA, but indoctrination at such an age, in this day & age, is extremely unwholesome. We spent the rest of our trip high (lol) up on the mountainside, in the less manicured parts of the park, in the wild, well away from the music & people from that point.
We made a black Zimbawean Taxi driving mate, who did us more favours in the weeks we visited the Cape than the Boer family who lived in a huge house in the shadow of Table Mountain with their dumb dogs, dumber kids & their kindly, put upon servants. We were invited to Xmas lunch with them, & when we got there, we were invited to pay towards the catering, a tenner each. I think that represented about 10 times more than anything we spent on food the entire we were there, & we ate out alot coz it's fucking cheap. You could get enough curry for four people for £5. South Africans are notoriously generous, so I dunno what was wrong with this lot, they must have sussed my politics long before I had a chance to open my mouth, something I had no intention of doing after being "invited"! After dinner, they sat us all in a horrible circle, all looking at each other, proceeded to drink enough booze to stun a herd of Rhino (Rhino are solitary during the day, but not at night!) & started sharing their racist jokes. Christmas Day & they still can't ease up. 20 of them, all going off. We stood in the street for two hours awaiting our friendly cabby (leaving his family to pick us up & drive us home on Christmas Day!) & smoking spliff in the dark, rather than listen to much of that old shite.
Equally, you know, there's a huge trance scene there, lots of acid & MDMA. The folk who run & most who attend these events are often trying to get more blacks & coloureds to their events because it helps promote the tolerance & general PLUR the UK scene has mostly lost, but exported long ago! There's SA BLers who are golden folk I'd step into the path of trucks for. It's not all bad. But sadly the fact stands that
most Saffa's are at the very least, a little bit racist & many, many are deeply racist & although I'd hoped to see signs of rapid integration & a New South Africa on the horizon, I did not. I got on far better with the immigrants from further north in Africa, the Congolese & the Mozambicans, who were building a bridge nearby & living at our backpackers lodge, than I did with 90% if the white people with whom we crossed paths. I'd love to return to the Cape, maybe play some gigs in future, but my travel interests have moved north of the South African border now, & if my next trip to Africa isn't Zimbabwe, it'll be Zambia. The countryside around the Cape is stale, dead, lifeless. The farm's immense, but empty. In
real Africa, there's life everywhere, villages at the side of the roads, black guys cycling with massive bundles of firewood, women walking with huge barrels of water balanced on their heads. Dirty little kids running everywhere, same with dogs! The countryside is ALIVE. That's the Africa I want my gf to see, not the Africa populated by the sour, racist run off from 40 years of independence wars to the north.
Anyway, just trying to deflect some of the flack I'm getting. I really do not like White South Africans, really do not like Pistorius at all & I'm not defending, condoning or countenancing his actions in any way, simply trying to understand & dissect them.
Actually, Julie put my own feelings down far more succinctly than I have. Good job
