Political correctness, like sex (see previous blog) sells. I understand if you put a picture of a movie star or royal on your cover, you have a 25% increase in sales. And this brings me to today’s blog. As said before, I only read the largest Afrikaner magazine (according themselves) when on the toilet and I assure you, a few glances only as it is uncommonly bad for my blood pressure. I collect old books, old magazines and here we have one with a proud history, one which had an educational function for a volk (Afrikaans, nation) shattered by war, injustice and plain genocide. Yes, with a fatherly touch perhaps but one with very good intentions, no doubt. It used to be a wonderful read, a real family magazine to be treasured. Regretfully, the latest version is crap and we have it in our house because my mom, like most elderly people, will be buying it no matter what. Yet even she sighs and says it is not the same and yes, we must move on, but blindly forward? No, I don’t want to read about the British Leeches, (royals to you) who have not yet apologised for the genocide of 1901 against the Afrikaner. I don’t believe that I have not mentioned this aspect, the concentration camps, in any of my books (last count, 26 or more), they are in anything I write less we forget! And no, I don’t hate the Pommies, if you read deeper and all the books, you will find a remarkable respect. However, unlike a certain US liberal, we do think that it matters that we lost one third of our population to genocide.
I pointed out, historically correctly, that concentration camps are a British Army invention, shockingly so. Yes, not a Nazi one and the results were the same, between thirty and thirty-seven thousand white women and children dead and we don’t even know how many black citizens died with them. They died of disease and hunger, yes, the same pictures we see the Pommies crying crocodile tears over at Auschwitz and erect monuments for. Yes, the same skeleton frames of non-combatants dying behind barbed wire. And all this against the Genève Convention they had signed by that time. Go and Google it as I often invite any reader of my books, fiction and non-fiction, and wake up, I know my history better than most.
The Afrikaner felt rather vindicated when the main Leech (Queen Victoria to you) died during the Second Anglo Boer War, obvious a higher justice prevailed and when Lord Kitchener, the suspected homosexual (an immense insult in the old South Africa, a crime) who started the concentration camps, drowned in 1916 when a German U-Boat sank his ship under his ass, we were rather glad and hoped he took a long time to die. An Afrikaner, working as a German spy, later claimed he got him assassinated by betraying the ship's position (not confirmed). The help the Afrikaner loyally extended in two World Wars and Korea was not appreciated much and yes, we mention that too in my books and the point is, why would I want to read about the so called royals? It is crazy, why do they even exist in a modern society? They have zero value. They say, that they have a stabilizing influence? Really, read any article in a British newspaper and see the angry comments on those wanting them gone and those blindly following them. They only divide and we urinate (I use a better word in my books, more manly) on titles and awards issued by them – this country does not legally recognise such things. Plainly put, no one is going to bow to you. They say, that they bring in money and also tourism? Really, explain to me then why the French palaces with no royals, chop chop and good riddance, hello freedom 1789, are visited by so many thousands of tourists? Yep you cannot because it is the buildings which remain, not the Leeches. They don’t bring in money and they are not working hard either, it is a grand life. And then we have their “war service” which is an insult to any fighting man. When last did a Leech die in battle, I ask? No not flying accidents in Scotland, battle! More than 400 years ago and that says it all. Flying a MacDonald Phantom II fighter bomber, or a helicopter, is not war service, it is a joke, the easy way. But all this is not mentioned in polite company, no, we must wave the flag as some did in 1947 when Jan Smuts felt so sorry for them, having survived a World War which millions others did not, 66 million to be exact, that he invited them here. From that came an incident where the proud Zulu Nation conducted a dance for them as a welcome (why I would not know, they are not welcome). We see a young “princess” jumping in alarm, perhaps she recalled the Battle of Isandlwana where the British Army got wiped out to a man, and hitting out with her handbag when they warriors came too close to her. Yes, perhaps they smelled badly having waited for hours in the warm sun, who knows? It is on YouTube for you to smirk over, I often do when I want to laugh. As one fellow said at the time, they actually came to taste meat, the British had food rationing until long after the rest of Europe after that war. They forgot what meat tastes like, it is funny!
In more recent years, the beginning of the 1990s, I for one was traumatized when the former Minister of Foreign Affairs (in those days consisting of the homelands of Venda, Bophuthatswana, Ciskei and Transkei) said he waved goodbye to the old South African flag and anthem as a matter of course. The new dispensation will get a new one, make peace, you are welcome in South Africa. I liked that old flag, I bled for it and I truly meant the oath I took to defend it as required by the anthem “Ons sal antwoord op jou roepstem, Ons sal offer wat jy vra: Ons sal lewe, ons sal sterwe, Ons vir jou, Suid-Afrika.” (Afrikaans, At thy call we shall not falter, We will answer to your calling, Firm and steadfast we shall stand, At thy will to live or perish). And I lost friends in the South African Bush War as it became known, the police, where I was, fought all the way, long before the conscripts became involved. First in Rhodesia, then Owamboland, then South Africa and everywhere else. Yes, we killed 90% of all terrorists as they were called then and freedom fighters today, not the army, and 98% of all terrorist inside South Africa, not the army. And this is not a glorification of war, by the way, just the hard statistics no one can argue about, read my biography Mean Streets – Life in the Apartheid Police or its Afrikaans translation Gewentenlose Strate – Lewe in die Apartheid Polisie and you will learn a lot more.
So when I saw the new flag, I was damn glad not to see a Union Jack on it. That I liked, the rest, well, we got used to it and its derogatory name outside South Africa and today, the old flag is seen automatically as a racist symbol and it will always be, having being dishonoured by Nationalist politicians for 48 years. Yet when it first flew, it was not like that. There was a time when we had pride, when that flag was saluted with honour by good men, brave men. Those days are passed now, and so it is, we accept that and change, life goes on. We want to see success here, good leadership and to be proud. What we don’t want to see is to see a royal Leech or her stupid inbreeds on our magazines, they have nothing to do with us and frankly never did, they were tolerated at best and disliked at worst. The first standing order we had was “Always shoot the Khakis!” (Khakis mean British soldiers, from their uniform.) From now on, let me find a Leech on the cover, and I will use that magazine in ways in the toilet which it was not designed to do.
Koos Kotze is a former member of the South African Police Force. He served between 1985 and 1991 primarily as a sergeant in the Pretoria Flying Squad. After leaving the Police Force he obtained the law degrees B Iuris & LLB at the University of the Free State (Bloemfontein, South Africa) and was a practicing commercial law attorney for eight years. He also wrote several books on business, law, counter terrorism and security issues. He is a widower and lives in Bloemfontein, South Africa.