There is a debate ongoing regarding the name of a book, Boer Whore O.H.M.S. written by a friend, oom (Afrikaans) Nico Moolman. The name is controversial but only if you did not bother to read the book first, the storyline you will find is in line with something that happened during the Second Anglo-Boer War, 1899-1902. The one where one third, one out of three, women and children were murdered by the British Army. Yes, in concentration camps, a British Army invention, not German, something most historians brush over but not in my books and perhaps that gives my age away. When I was at school, I was the history boffin of the class. I knew a lot more because I read a lot more. This comes out in all my books, more than 40 at this stage, most under a pseudo name. I say that history is important and I use a breakfast explanation:
“You know what breakfast your wife enjoys (and note when I say wife, I mean husband also), right? She likes her eggs scrambled and the bacon crispy with brown sugar added. This is historical fact, she eats breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs and crispy bacon with brown sugar added, but you don’t know this. You disregarded history as crap for boring people and not applicable on modern day life, and so you make the eggs sunny side up and forget about the crispy bacon completely. She will be most unhappy with your food, as well-intentioned as it was, that is not what she wanted. Now you see, I hope, why I always tell you what happened in history, using examples where possible on why I do so.”
Some call this “African Writing” and hate it, others love it and the first thing any author learns the hard way is that there is no way to please every reader. Thus, you decide what is important, to be truthful to yourself or to whoever? I write non-politically correct books. As a former lawyer, I know exactly the line on what can be defended and what is hate speech. I also know how people react when they don’t read what is expected as well as the value of a man’s opinion. It depends on the man, my father, a highly respected regional court magistrate (like a district court judge in the US) in life, was listened to when he spoke. A man admired for a superb legal brain and as a man – that says a lot. So I felt for Oom Nico when I read what one Gys Something, wrote in the Volksblad (an Afrikaans newspaper in my local town). As a legal man, with law degrees and many years of experience, his “legal assessments” are ridiculous, embarrassing and totally over the top, humiliatingly bad. I had the same critique against me when I published my autobiography, the Mean Streets Police Series – the problem was the word “Apartheid Police.”
If they read the book, as more than 50,000 others did, thank you, they would have seen that I used that word, “Apartheid,” because I realised how insignificant South Africa is to the average American reader. He may have heard of the Apartheid State, but surely not of the South African Police Force. I also made very sure to distinguish between the “Force” and what came later, the “Service” which is in no way the same. It is irritating when wrong terminology is used, for instance when you read in resumes that a man served in die SADF in 2004, yes, you served in the SANDF, wake up! Or call himself a Special Forces Operative because he was in Koevoet, no, you were not in Special Forces, wake up! Or in the armour units, Special Services Battalion, or 32 Battalion, and say you were in Special Forces, you were not, wake up! Such resumes are rejected by me and people like me at sight (I never claimed anywhere to be in Special Forces myself, I know my limitations in life). I use this as examples, there are nothing more irritating than arguing with a skunk, the skunk is happy and you are contaminated (I believe President Woodrow Wilson said this first). For Gys Something, a word of warning, as well as the Volksblad Editors, defamation is something that can bite you in the ass. Freedom of speech is this country, is limited. Wake up!