Look, the black people that served us, whether it be the petrol attendant, the waiter or waitress, the checkout lady. They were all very friendly. However, the poverty is sickening, the amount of children on the side of the road, drunk adults just laying on the side walks around the shops. Dumb teenage boys harassing you when you get out of the car asking you to buy them a coke. These are all idle hands. Most of them have alcohol problems, many suffered from infant alcoholism that had seriously affected their intelligence. Yet, I do see those coloured and black families together at the beach. Those who have cars and decent clothes on. Yet, for so many that don't have it.
My mom has a friend from the UK that live in SA. She adopted her maids, a black boy from when he was a baby. The mom still had access to her son but felt it would be better for Joan to raise their boy. He went to the best schools, lives in a fantastic house and many times went on holidays, he even got as far as to get an MBA, very bright boy who got a chance. However, I just learned that he is leaving SA because he can't find work. I just wish people would band together and ignore the ANC and their stupid policies.
However, foreigners are staying away, business are forced to shut and no-one wants to hire anymore.
When I wrote I hate South Africa, I hate seeing what is happening to it. I will always support the boks and always connect with any South African, but this is not the country I had hope for. Back in the 90s I accepted that I had a privileged upbringing. The first black person I met when I went to the USA I felt I had to apologise for the harms we whites did. As a young man I carried that guilt. I said to myself, let me leave and allow another black person to get a chance at home. I got the schooling, so I would be okay. My first job I worked like a black. Cold, wet and dark, sharing a room, stuck in a basement for many months, yet I ensured for a year. So many of my friends packed in, but I got my chance to do what I use to do SA and that was to programme. I saved every penny and went to university. I had the privilege of paying £9000 a year for my degree, a degree I couldn't do in SA because my mom lost her government job when the ANC took over, my dad lost his job, so there was no money for me to go to university l, but I taught myself to programme and snuck into colleges to sit in on classes my friends went to.
I got my degree and went back to coding and I have steadily worked my way up.
Yet, I long for SA, the SA if the late 90s, my fiends, families, meeting people. However, every time I go home what ever nostalgia I had gets shattered.
I can no longer walk up long street in the evening, we hop from one home to another. I can no longer go swim on a full moon at midnight in the ocean. There are opportunist at every corner. As my friend said, Zulus and Xhosas are some of the most violent people on the planet and they won't think twice taking your life for a phone. Harsh coming from her as she never had a racist bone in her body. The white girl that lived with the Rastas of Knysna or who had a black boyfriend from Malawi or who have a half coloured sister.
The reality is, Xhosa and Zulus are the biggest problem, they are the majority and they vote for this nonsense.
I hope SA can survive and someone, preferably a black person puts a bullet through the head of melema