October 15, 2019 by petrujviljoen
I’m a child of the soil and so is my language. Afrikaans. Derived from Dutch. The first settlers. Violent oppressors. Colonising the land, the people, their children, their livestock, their religion, their knowledge. I now hear them bleating about being marginalised. Their (my) language isn’t to be used to teach at one particular tertiary education centre. Stellenbosch, a stronghold of the (rich, cliqued) Afrikaner. The Soweto riots of 1976 so easily forgotten! They shot the children the fucks! Now putting themselves forward as victims! Bloody unbelievable their clinging to their illusions of superiority. They don’t know they can’t presume to belong if they don’t grow along with the land.
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