Having been raised outside of South Africa, I was simply blown away by how apparent the unease with talking about race-related issues is here, compared with other countries. In South Africa the race issue is like a President standing in the centre of a Teaser’s Strip Club; you’d want to ask why he is there, but you would be terrified of being pounced on by a party of grim-looking, suit and earpiece wearing okes with fists the sizes of coconuts. I find that fear of open dialogue around the issue ironic, considering how most aspects of South African daily life are affected by race.
This blog is my commentary, my reflections on personal opinions and observations around the issues of racial profiling in the various avenues of South African life, and my trying to adjust to the world I find myself living in now. I welcome your comments on my quest for understanding of who died and made some people the race police. So let’s figure it out together, and enlighten those living in the dark age of apartheid. Let’s be the change we want to see by fostering the growth of the spirit of unity and UBUNTU despite our diversity.
“Until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, everywhere is war and until there are no longer first-class and second-class citizens of any nation, until the color of a man’s skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes. And until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race, there is war. And until that day, the dream of lasting peace, world citizenship, rule of international morality, will remain but a fleeting illusion to be pursued, but never attained… now everywhere is war.” Popularized by Bob Marley in the song “War”