You know, I didn't start blogging because I woke up one day and thought I needed to help my fellow South Africans. I've never been particularly altruistic. It was more of a therapeutic thing; I was a recent émigré and I wanted to associate with similar people with similar experiences. Well, over time, you become more enlightened as a consequence of debate and daily exposure to the ugly truth. You find that you slowly start to transform; eventually emerging as an activist that is prepared to take a certain amount of personal risk. This transformation has nothing to do with radicalism, racism or supremacy, but a deep desire to warn your people of a pending doom, and the consequences of their actions.
Granted, we all know that South Africa is on the decline, but many of us cannot palpably notice the change. So we are prone to doubting our thoughts; we've all thought that maybe we have been wrong. So you get, what is called, cognitive dissonnance; when there is a gap between what you observe on a daily basis and what you read/hear. This dissonance is brought about by the deliberate suppression of the news, by government, the mainstream media .... hell, even your peers, who practice self-censorship. We don't want to believe that life as we have always known it, has irreversibly changed. It is easier to deny the change, than to proactively plan for an unknown future.
But every now and then, something happens that pulls you back to reality, and reminds you that the situation in South Africa is dire. This is usually when you think that you should dust off those forms, apply for your police clearance and make progress towards emigration. But then procrastination sets in, and you delay until the next incident comes along. This isn't going to change, and I suspect many of you will read this, think that I make a good point, but you will do nothing about it. That's okay, ultimately I don't care; I have made my choices and I know that even if I am wrong, my family is safe.
Today I had one of those moments, where I had a glimpse of South Africa's future; a reality check. These moments included reading about the gang rape of a white woman, by SAPS members; and viewing some very disturbing pictures of victims of murder, rape, home invasions and hijackings (WARNING: Do not follow the link if you are easily upset). I have viewed similar pictures before, and they always disturb me; but this time it sickened me, and there is a limit to the amount of horror one can take.
So before I give up on this blogging gig, I want to issue a warning. Most of these atrocities are committed with the overt assistance of your domestic help; or at the very least, they are acquiescent. This is not to say that all, or even most, domestic helpers are guilty; but I am not about to tie myself in knots explaining my position. You only need to be killed once, so even a remote risk, is too high a risk. It is my firm belief that if you choose to live in South Africa, you need to get rid of you domestic help. This is a position we have advocated for ages; and is a position, if widely embraced, that would have saved countless lives. Do something about becoming self-sufficient; better yet, emigrate.
I read a lot of material regarding South Africa, and the comments are always similar. People denounce the barbarity but dispute that the end is near; they acknowledge that there are problems but ascribe them to short term transitional pains. But the extent of the denial is alarming. I am also dismayed at the number of well educated people, that refuse to do anything; Chartered Accountants that are adept at doing 5 year forecasts, and yet can't design a plan for their own survival. What is wrong with you? How can you put your families in harms way?
I have done a lot of things in my life, and I have been lucky; but I can tell you that emigration is the hardest thing I have done. Nothing will prepare you for the shock; but when I reflect on my life's achievements, applying to live in another country, and being accepted, ranks right up there with the best of them. I remember the day I was accepted; I got a lump in my throat because I knew I had secured an alternative future. It still took a few years to tie things up, but nonetheless I knew I had a choice.
You have the right to make your own choices; even burying your head in the sand is a choice. If you are single, with no dependents, then be reckless with your life; but be honest, when you kiss your children goodnight tonight you know you owe them a better life. Stop talking tough. Rather set about quietly making a plan.
I sincerely hope we aren't just your daily entertainment; I hope some of you have made plans and I hope we have played a role in getting some of you off your arse, and moving in the right direction.