Support Our Students in Pretoria

When I was in high school, I listened to heavy metal and wanted to grow my hair long. The school rules, however, prevented me for doing so. From my perspective this created a feeling of us and them among my teachers and I. It was in large part because of this that I saw my teachers as part of a system that had failed humanity.

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Obviously the situation with the students in Pretoria is different because of South Africa’s history and where the students have come from. Nonetheless, I am sure that the restrictions on their natural hair creates the same sense of us and them. It creates a feeling of oppression rather than support and encouragement which is what we all want from our school. It also creates a sense of division at a time when South African of all colours more than ever need to listen to each other, respect our differences and come together. Therefore, I support and commend the students in Pretoria.

Falter of Fortune

Oh tortured flight, Oh heavy strain

Know my wind will blow again

Oh kingdom lost where once I reigned

My will unbroken no matter how strained

Oh starkest loss, Oh fall from grace

That brings the truth face to face

Oh darkest hour your shadow cast

I’ll rise in power, once you have pasted

Oh falter of fortune, come to be

In this abyss I find the depth of me

Oh twist of fate, Oh divine door

That brings my spirit to the fore

Oh lowest low, oh bed made

Even the shadow has its shade

Sleep Little One

Sleep, Sleep,

Little one

Night is here,

Day is done

Let dreams stir

Beneath your brow

Nothing here

Can hurt you now

 

The kiss I lay

Upon your head

The words I say

Beside your bed

Are the secrets

Of my heart

Are but shades

Of what thou art

Woman

Dedicated to all the awesome women of the world, written on Woman’s Day 09/08/2016.

 

She is more than a helper

More than a mother or sister

More than a daughter whose laughter

Reminds her parents to smile

She is more than a listener

More than a lover

More than a counsellor

Or a survivor

She is balance

She is the breeze

That shapes mountains

She takes her time

Her strength strong enough

To never be violent

Her love as limitless as the sky

Into which she releases us

Brain Cloud

 

Thick black smoke

Billows into the shape of a brain

Far flung sparks and cinders

Are its synaptic nerves firing,

Contemplating the meaning of its life

Which is short and soon to be scattered by the wind

The Anchor

Love is the anchor

That keeps the vessel from drifting

Even as the sands are shifting

Even as the waters are churning

For the vessel has no yearning

Save to remain

 

A thousand storms may come and go

A thousand typhoon winds may blow

Yet no matter how much the rope strains

The anchor remains

 

Even when the vessel is no more

Sunk to death or bashed on her shore

The anchor rests on the ocean floor

Ready for any to find their moor

 

The anchor lies where it was planted

A moment in time, a time enchanted

The love that was the life that is sustains

The anchor remains

Present

Now and then I surge into the present

I think nothing of it, nor can I

Being where past and future are absent

I am all senses

Feeling everything

Naming nothing

I am here completely

Where everything

Has slowed down to a heartbeat

Shared with a greater presence

This is my shelter out in the open

Things White South Africans Shouldn’t Say

“Apartheid ended over twenty years ago, black people should get over it.” White people telling black people to get over apartheid, colonialism and slavery etc, is like telling an abuse victim that they are not allowed to feel pain or talk about what happened to them. For many, if not most black people, it is worse than that: it is like hearing their abusers telling them to get over it while they are still bleeding. Yes, I know that dwelling on the past can be a hindrance to progress. Nonetheless, black people (all people for that matter) are entitled to their pain and are entitled to talk about those things that hurt them or their parents.

“I had nothing to do with apartheid.” The fact that you were born after apartheid or had nothing to do with its implementation doesn’t negate the fact that it favored you. It also doesn’t negate the fact that, if your parents were around during apartheid their silence allowed it to carry on for much longer than it should have. Yes, there are exceptions but whatever good some of our parents did against the apartheid system is was not enough.

Even if you totally disagree that you have benefited from apartheid, you cannot reasonably deny that it caused the suffering of millions of black people; that millions of them and their children are still suffering from its legacy. Of course apartheid’s legacy could have been more rapidly diminished by better post-apartheid governance, but it was never a legacy that was going to be completely erased within our lifetimes. White South African need to own the fact that apartheid is part of our history. Only then will we be forgiven for it.

“I am not a racist.” If you use the word, ‘kaffer’ or treat black people with less respect than you do white people or generalize about black people, then you need to take a long look at yourself. We live moment by moment and in the moment you said, ‘kaffer’ or treated black people with less respect etc you were being a racist. If you do those things out of habit then you are most definitely a racist.  Your denial causes as much damage (to yourself as well as those you offend) as the racist act itself.

When I do something wrong at work, I immediately tell the boss about it. That way I don’t double my troubles. If I deny that I did something wrong or try to minimize my mistake then I am guilt not only of the mistake I made but of trying to cover it up as well. It is the same with acts of racism. The denial of what you did causes as much, if not more anger, among black people than the racist act itself. It also displays your own ignorance. It would be much better, if you have done anything racist to say, “I am sorry that was racist. I admit it. It was wrong, totally wrong.”

Someone who steals is a thief even if he says he’s not. He might get a reduced sentence but only if he admits to what he did and expresses genuine remorse about it. He will one day no longer be a thief but only if, day by day, he creates a track record of paying for what he needs. White South Africans need to lead the fight against racism so that whatever history is written about us from now on proves that we are not all racists. Then we won’t have to say it any more.

Far From Perfect

 

The world far from perfect

People kill each other everyday

Even with our democracies and rights

And faiths and sciences

We haven’t quite figured it out

We are most dangerous

When we think we have

Time seems to be running out

But I guess it always has

Since the beginning

We have been expecting the end

Many things have changed

But we are just as human

As we have ever been