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The following
was written by a brilliant journalist in South Africa who worked for the
national Sunday Times newspaper. His name is David Bullard. He
is famous for his hard hitting, factual but always witty articles and this
is no exception.
In late March 2008, he
was asked to write a "controversial subject" ( as usual) for his weekly
column and he did; he wrote the following. His Editor, a black man,
said it was great and printed it. The complete lack of a sense of
humour by most of the black political classes in South Africa caused letters
to be written saying the article was racist (everything they do not agree
with is called racist) and that he should be fired. The editor,
lacking the guts to support his star writer did so, completely ignoring the
fact that he had approved the article and printed it.
David Bullard had then
recently been shot in his home by criminal intruders while protecting his
wife. This is, as those who take an interest in the once great
country, a common occurrence now. South Africa has the highest
unlawful killing rates in the world with up to 80 deaths a day dying
according to the SA Medical Council.
The South
African Government admits to only about 50 a day though.
We are
all sure that David will soon get another job but whether he wants one in
South Africa...............?
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Uncolonised
Africa wouldn’t know what it was missing
Imagine for a moment what
life would be like in South Africa if the evil white man hadn’t come to
disturb the rustic idyll of the early black settlers.  Ignored
by the Portuguese and Dutch, except as a convenient resting point en route
to India and shunned by the British who had decided that their empire was
already large enough and didn’t need to include bits of Africa.
The
vast mineral wealth is lying undisturbed below the Highveld soil as simple
tribesmen graze their cattle blissfully unaware that beneath them lies one
of the richest gold seams in the world. But what would they want with gold?
There
are no roads because no roads are needed because there are no cars. It’s
2008 and no one has taken the slightest interest in South Africa, apart from
a handful of botanists and zoologists who reckon that the country’s flora
and fauna rank as one of the largest unspoilt areas in a polluted world.
Because
they have never been exposed to the sinful ways of the West, the various
tribes of South Africa live healthy and peaceful lives, only occasionally
indulging in a bit of ethnic cleansing.
Their
children don’t watch television because there is no television to watch.
Instead they listen to their grandparents telling stories around a fire.
They live in single-storey huts arranged to catch most of the day’s sunshine
and their animals are kept nearby.
Nobody
has any more animals than his family needs and nobody grows more crops than
he requires to feed his family and to swap for other crops.
Ostentation is unknown because what is the point of trying to impress your
fellow citizens when they are not impressible?
The
dreaded Internet doesn’t exist in South Africa and cell-phone (mobile phone)
companies have laughed off any hope of interesting the inhabitants in
talking expensively into a piece of black plastic. There are no
unsightly shopping malls selling expensive goods made by Asian slave-workers
and consequently there are no newspapers or magazines carrying articles
comparing the relative merits of ladies’ handbags.
Whisky,
the curse of the white man, isn’t known in this undeveloped land and neither
are cigars. The locals brew a sort of beer out of vegetables and drink it
out of shallow wooden bowls. Five litre paint cans have
yet to arrive in South Africa.
Every
so often a child goes missing from the village, eaten either by a hungry
lion or a crocodile. The family mourn for a week or so and then have another
child. Life is, on the whole, pretty good but there is something vital
missing. Being unaware of the temptations of the outside world, nobody knows
what it is. Fire has been discovered and the development
of the wheel is coming on nicely but the tribal elders are still aware of
some essential happiness ingredient they still need to discover.
Praying to the ancestors is no help because they are just as clueless.
Then
something happens that will change this undisturbed South Africa forever.
Huge metal ships land on the coast and big metal flying birds are sent to
explore the sparsely populated hinterland. They are full
of men from a place called China and they are looking for coal, metal, oil,
platinum, farmland, fresh water and cheap labour and lots of it. Suddenly
the indigenous population realise what they have been missing all along:
someone to blame.
At last their
prayers have been answered.
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Comment by Brian Deller
The West is going to regret not doing the
right thing in Africa as I have and many others are forecasting that the
Chinese are going to try to colonise Africa. And the Africans will cry
for the Europeans to return for the Chinese will not be the same.
12 April 2008 |
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