Steve Hofmeyr: “Back in South Africa, I run a campaign…”

Boere Krisis : Plaasmoorde and Plaasvallen

Hoe My Mense Leef

How My People Live

Every time a farmer is killed you lose the privilege of a barbecue a brandy and beer, and a van der Merwe joke in your own language. You lose the privilege of dessert, you say goodbye to Hertzog cookies and Jan Ellis pudding. Every time a farmer is killed, you lose a Psalm in Afrikaans, a hymn that says: I see a new heaven coming. Every time a farmer is killed you lose a verse in Afrikaans, by Elizabeth Eybers and Sheila Cussons, AG Visser and NP van Wyk Louw, and CJ Langenhoven and the honour of standing on a rock and shouting: “South Africa, we will heed your call…” Every time a farmer is killed you tear a page from the FAK (canon of traditional songs). You say goodbye to Suikerbos and Sarie Marais and Ou Kraalliedjie, you say goodbye to an answer to the question: Hasie, why is your tail so short? (From a cultural song) Every time a farmer is killed, you lose another piece of heritage along the N1. You say goodbye to Pietersburg, goodbye Potgietersrus, goodbye Naboomspruit, goodbye Warmbath goodbye Nylstroom goodbye Pretoria, your name is now Tswane.

When I called them and asked who the hell was Tswane, they had a different answer every year. First Tswane was a famous cow, then a monkey (I swear), and then, suddenly, a famous tribal leader. He now has a statue, he stands in front of the city hall of Pretoria. He is so famous they know what he looked like. Well, let me tell you who Piet Retief, Pretorius, Potgieter, Botha, Smuts and Hertzog, Sarel Cilliers and Jopie Fourie, De Wet and Delarey were. Name a city after them, not a cow! Every time a farmer is killed you lose the privilege of sport, the merit of the Green and Gold, you say goodbye to Danie Craven and Frik du Preez. Thank you for the tries, guys, so long and goodbye.
Every time a farmer is killed you lose a church in Afrikaans, a clinic in Afrikaans, a nursery school in Afrikaans, a classroom in Afrikaans, a primary school in Afrikaans, a high school in Afrikaans, a university, in Afrikaans. We have now surrendered our last university. Handed over with a note saying: this is Stellenbosch. The pride of our forefathers. We give it to you. For free. Take it and rip it through your ass. No, they tell me, it’s very good for Afrikaans, you’ll see.

All I see is the only South Africans begging for mother tongue education. The Afrikaner. All I see is the only nation in the world that has built 30 monuments to its language. The Afrikaner. All I see is cultural genocide, the end of a minority and I see the traitors who can’t wait to dig our own grave for us. What I know is how my people live today! If you walk away from here you will be looking for your car out there and if you find it you will thank God it’s still there. If you take a main road home you will pray under every bridge that the 10 kg stone that comes down there is not meant for you and your family. At every intersection you see in your rearview mirror the end of you, your husband, your wife, and your children. If you arrive home you will wait for the dogs to greet you. If they don’t there is something wrong. You will lock every window and door tonight. Twice, if must be. At twelve o’clock the dogs will bark, there you go in your sandals, with your torch, BECAUSE
THIS IS HOW MY PEOPLE LIVE at 3 o’clock there’ll a rustle at the fence, there you go in you sandals with your torch, once around the house, BECAUSE THIS IS HOW MY PEOPLE LIVE. By 5am, before the sun rises you fall to your knees and say “God, if it’s my turn tonight, just give me 10 meters, give me 5 meters, to react so my family can think I’m brave, because I am not! I’m terrified.”

Steve Hofmeyr Speaks on BLM and Discrimination – South Africa

Uploaded by South Africa Awakening, July 31, 2020

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3 July 2020. Dit is tyd dat u regering die erns van plaasvalle en moorde insien!