Afrikaner Leerwerk

Ek’t ‘n stelletjie gereedskap gekoop om met leerwerk as stokperdjie te begin. Vir diegene wat van dag tot dag met mense werk, sal dit nie verrassend wees om te hoor ek wil iets met my hande doen en ‘n eindproduk wat tasbaar is kan vashou aan die einde van die dag nie. Maar leerwerk is ook ‘n lekker metafoor. Die letters l, e, e en r langs mekaar geskryf is ‘n goeie voorbeeld van hoe dieselfde ding verskillende betekenisse kan hê, afhangend van konteks. In ons land word ‘n groot bohaai gemaak oor dekolonialisasie en ek hoef niemand te herinner dat, ten spyte van ons stryd met die Kakies, ons as Afrikaners die kolonialiste is in die storie van Suid Afrika nie. Nietemin, is ons verhouding met die souties gereeld vir my kosbare stof tot nadenke. Party Suid-Afrikaners dink dit is teenstrydig met swart bewussyn om goed te leer Engels praat. Ons Boere weet al te goed dat taal ‘n stuk gereedskap is en dat taal in mag vertaal. As jy nie ‘n domkop wil wees nie, moet jy leer. Die eerste keer toe ek ‘n Engelsman in ‘n groepie hoor sê iemand is ‘condescending’, toe kyk ek vir water en kondensasie! Net so lyk dit my party van ons, wanneer daar oor restitusie gepraat word, verwar die woorde ‘constitution’ met ‘constipation’ en alhoewel die twee soms verband hou in ons ervaringsvelde, beteken hulle iets heel verskillend.

Ek werk deesdae met leer en ek leer om te leer. My eerste iPhone sakkie lyk maar gehawend, maar ek is seker die derde of vierde pogings sal mooi genoeg wees om as geskenkies uit te deel.Ek moet leer reguit sny met ‘n skerp messie, sonder om oor die lyne te gaan. Soms sny ek waar ek nie bedoel het om te sny nie en soms maak ek ‘n groot gekrappige gemors waar ‘n kliniese lyntjie gesny of getrek moes word. Ek leer stik met die hand. Soms stik ek aan nuwe idees en woorde, veral gespreek van onder ‘n rooi kappie op ‘n kwaadkop. Met my nuwe stokperdjie leer ek om mooi goedjies te maak en om goedjies mooi te maak. Die byvoordeel is dat ek dinge skep wat ander dinge beskerm. En dit is dalk my voorbehoud in Suid Afrika in 2016; nie om weg te hardloop of terug te trek nie, maar om iets te skep deur kreatiewe toepassing sodat my pêrels nie êrens lê waar iets of iemand daarop kan trap nie. Met ‘n leeromhulseltjie kan ek steeds reis en op avonture gaan, want daar’s ‘n lagie dikvelligheid rondom dit wat vir my kosbaar is.

In my groeiproses en gespartel met Engels, moes ek uitpluis wat ‘homogenous’ en ‘impasse’ beteken en in my groeiproses en spartel met my land moes ek uitpluis dat ons deur die ‘impasse’ kan kom deur uit ons ‘homogenous’ groepies te beweeg in politiek, ekonomie, kerk en sosiaal. As mens leer natmaak, buig dit makliker en ek besef hoe ryk metafoor water is: water wat stort en water wat doop; waarin moet ek my onderdompel of deurdrenk om toe te laat dat ek ook gebuig en gevorm kan word, sonder om my krag te verloor? Ons ken van genadereën en ek besef ek moet toelaat of ooplaat, sodat ek deurdrenk kan word met ‘n naasteliefde wat ‘n baie wyer naaste insluit en innooi. 

eerste probeerslag
eerste probeerslag

The Insincerity of Sincerity

There is no such thing as sincerity. What many might call sincerity is really unfettered self-obsession where you act in total isolation from- and denial of- another person’s reality. The myth of sincerity assumes a pure expression of self-good, the goodness of self. Such self-good divorced from otherness is both illusionary and ingenious. The positive side of ubuntu can be an ideal, held up as motivational beacon, but ubuntu is also a cold fact, a reality which nobody can escape.

There is no such thing as sincerity. Every word and action is negotiated, assumed and anticipated. Not being aware of the process and not knowing how to reflect on it, does not mitigate the cunningness of human to human negotiations. We reflect, using our eyes and mouths as mirrors, projecting and receiving ideas as we spin webs of communication and identity. Sincerity assumes a static core apart from negotiated social contracts and it ignores the built in sneakiness of every human being. Our sincerity construct is in that sense the most insincere thing we ever came up with.

Knight in Shining Armour

Mostly, I like to share my own thoughts.

Nevertheless, I sometimes read something by another person that feels like he/she wrote from within my mind. These authors are more articulate than I am.

John McKnight in his ‘The Careless Society’ speaks of things and ways that get’s me excited.

There’s a lot to work through. The last few chapters were particularly insightful.

I will share only one quote from the book: “Friends are people who understand that it is through their mutual action that they become Christian.”

Some Same Schalk

At the same time I can think SA might follow the road of Zimbabwe
At the same time I can hope it doesn’t
At the same time I can despise corrupt government
At the same time I can submit, serve and collaborate with government
At the same time I can be depressed and in dispair
At the same time I can be hopeful
At the same time I can love and see beauty
At the same time I can hate and see evil
At the same time I can be inspirational
At the same time I can be pathetic
At the same time I can pray
At the same time I can stress
At the same time I can be blind
At the same time I can see
At the same time I can be weak
At the same time I can be strong

Same time. Some time.

Social Media Moral Police

One week ago I read an open and honest confession on Facebook: Hi, My name is …. I am a recovering racist, I need time and grace, be gentle with me as I uncover my prejudice, let’s work together to build a just future for all, etc… This reaches the newspapers and becomes a thing.

Since then, every week the very same ‘recovering racist’ who asked for grace takes it upon himself to name and shame any racist he can find on Facebook. Or at least he latches on to people the general public decided to pick on. I see he demands she lose her job. I assume this is part of him saying sorry for racism, showing how he will fight in solidarity with black people and be uncompromising in ‘standing up for what is right’. If you want to shame racists on Facebook, please do a better job. There are currently thousands of extremely rude and aggressive, blatantly unapologetic racist statements out there. Somehow the most hardcore ones are ignored. Is it because all these enlightened activists can’t read English?

Search Facebook for ‘boere’, plaasmoorde, swartes, soolore, K4, etc, and follow a few threads, there are thousands of very shocking statements.

My question is: Where is the grace you asked for? What is the strategy of engaging and winning over a person? The approach and the results of the ‘Facebook Racism Police’ shows to me that people are not after reconciliation, but both ‘sides’ like to dig in and fight each other. If your end-goal is getting rid of racism, then your strategy should, according to me reflect that desire to ‘win someone over’. Does being black or having confessed give us the right to throw arrows?

There is definitely a place to confront racism, to tell someone: “You cannot say that.” Yet, we know if we want someone to change or learn, we must engage them and to that purpose asking questions can achieve way more. We need to find similarities, where we share a humanity, then work on our challenges. Are you willing to journey with a person and help them to work through their racism, or do prefer to just put a sticker on them? The sticker wont make them different, just smarter about where they reveal their hate.

Racism is one of the problems in South Africa. Materialism and greed is according to me the number one challenge in South Africa. Should we shame every person owning a Ferrari on Facebook? Should we shame every resident of Dainfern and Steyn City? Men are constantly patriarchal, should we start a Facebook war shaming them? SA is the rape capitol of the world, where is the daily Facebook outrage? Fifty people are murdered every day in South Africa, where is the outcry? As much as we have to solve racism, there is something in the national conversation at the moment that smells off.

Hi, I am Schalk. I am a human being with many problems and shortcomings. I spend too much money on myself, I miss the beauty in others around me, I watch too much TV and don’t read enough. I waste money on clothes, food and drink. I have judgemental thoughts about assholes and try to see beyond the negative, although it’s difficult. I don’t visit my parents enough. I have to learn how to recognise and share my privilege and I try to get rid of hidden prejudices against black people, Jews, English, Americans, Chinese, Indians, Australians and Nigerians! I have many things I have to work on, but I also have many good things in my heart and character. If anyone gets to know me, they will discover an interesting person with many different stories and dimensions. I hope to encourage my friends to be better people, but I commit to never join the Facebook Morality Police that pick who the Racist of the Week is, to be slain by South Africans using Twitter and Facebook.

Note: the above does not mean it’s ok to write stupid things on social media. I don’t ask for less engagement with racism, I ask for more, way more.

Contradicting Clarity

These days it is of critical importance
to know yourself deeply.

I do not refer to knowing and articulating your
ideas and opinions.

I reflect on a knowing that can only be entered through
doors of confusion.

That deep knowing opens up after knowing the otherness
of what I can be,
but am not.

Real knowledge has been shattered and
stuck together again.

Knowing myself requires
always, an ironic
smile.

Knitting Red Barets

Post ’94, the Afrikaners, as a group, did not contribute much to reconciliation and restitution. Mandela extended grace and we, as a group, gave nothing in return. Yet, it seems we did now, 20 years later, actually create something of significance. So, before complaining about what you see on TV, consider this:

With every passing week of indifference and ignorance

With each passing payment of private healthcare and private security

With each racist joke and remark

With each cheap criticism of the ANC and government

With each complaint about BBBEE

With each look of disdain at a poor black face

We unconsciously, unknowingly

collaborated in unintended unity

to the knitting of the thing, the movement, the sentiment

that is know by the letters:

EFF.

 

Een Drag maak Mag

My journey of generosity flowing from gratitude

began long before the words white privilege became popular.

My dislike of selfish enrichment and my struggle with moderate consumption

was not inspired or forced by populists wearing red barets.

My sacrificial habits and the joy of vulnerability

was born without a hashtag.

My commitment to grow in love

was not originally inspired by Mandela.

 

Yet, all these things come together,

in an unlikely, ironic fusion

where content and context

pulls and pushes forward, together.