The raging silence on black and white racists

I have been asked to write nothing but my truth, as I know it, to promote the right to freedom of expression.

I guess I have been invited by destiny and history to break the silence.

You see, since 1994, far too many have chosen silence. The silence was not imposed by the Madiba magic. But nobody was permitted to mix the cocktail of self-deluding African liberation with racism and white monopoly of wealth and land. Nobody was allowed to do that. It would just spoil The Party. Many have done just that: kept silent!

But after 13 years — which may stretch to another 130 years if Africans are not careful — I have heard many whites rejoice: “Let them have political office. We control the economic wealth.”

It does not matter what the age or size is of these men, women and children. The most common thing among them: all white!

Of course, nobody is even allowed to see them for what they are. It is unconstitutional, now, to see or recognise “whiteness” in this land. We live in a non-racial society, at least for the past 13 years. But if you believe lies, you will actually think that it has been a non-racial society since Thomas Pringle became a self-appointed spokesperson for slaves whose tongue were tied.

There are non-whites, too, who mislead many others to believe that. I have heard many of them. They are so-called grandstanding public intellectuals who are articulate, intelligent and progressive, and “not like the others”. They mean the uneducated kaffirs who make up the majority of voters in The Party. You see, the whites and the non-whites do not consider Africans civilised people, especially the bulk membership of The Party who voted for JZ, for instance.

In fact, there is no difference between whites and non-whites. The latter is called “coconuts” in today’s society.

They happily say: “These blacks are evil … stupid … bad … corrupt … lazy … over-sexed … criminal.” When whites say so in their company, they smile. Of course, they don’t know they are talking about them, too. But, coconuts or non-whites, if you will, think they are different.

They don’t get very, very, very angry in the face of the biggest problem in South Africa today: white racism and its legacy! Instead, they smile. This is supposed to be Madiba magic. It reduces the self-sacrifice of blood, sweat and tears of the African struggle into a “20th-century political miracle”.

They have become bought and the non-whites’ disconnect from the plight of African people is very self-indulgent, cold and rational.

I used to be what was mistaken for a “radical and militant black creative intellectual” in my younger dreadlock days in the 1990s. Talk that insulted African natives would fill me with rage, make me unreasonable. I am not sure if it would have the same effect today. It is not because I am less radical or less black or I don’t identify with the wretched African majority. Maybe it is age or Buddhism or cynicism or recognising the futility of anger.

But anyway, the attitude of whites and the self-indulgence of non-whites should fill anyone who loves Africa and her natives with rage. It is enough to make one spit on the face of these black and white racists.

I will write nothing but my truth if it is only to spit in their face. Oh, no, no, no! As angry as they can make one, I will listen to the voice of reason instead: it is neither wise nor right to be angry or too emotional. Yes, we must all practise Madiba magic. Well … if it is healthy for me to tolerate racism, I don’t know. But I do know that it is healthy for black and white racists. I mean those people who benefit from the most heinous economic system on Earth, monopolise the wealth of the land and do not question why — after almost 400 years — descendants of rampaging European slave owners own Africa’s land and its riches and yet refuse to share its riches with the indigenous people.

Ironically, it is now the responsibility of a dominantly black majority government (sic) to clean up 400 years of white European-created mess in Africa.

Well, breaking the silence may light up a detonator that for too long has been craving to explode.

Let The Party begin. After all, we owe it to the struggle to “go tell it to the Table Mountain”. All have a right to freedom of expression. There is nothing to fear but fear itself.

Welcome to … er, ancestral whisperings!?