May 9, 2016 § Leave a comment
The community newspaper of Marius Scholtz (50), the Ermelo Highveld Tribune, made a humble beginning when it was launched in 2006, with 8 pages and with a very small staff – Marius, his wife Corne Scholtz and female friend Adele Smit.
The three worked very hard starting from then – generating stories and releasing a newspaper every Tuesday.
Advertisers, mainly from the Afrikaner economy, flocked to show the services and products offered by their various companies.
Then somewhere towards the end of January 2012, there were reports in the news of floods destroying homes in a town in Limpopo, called Hoedspruit.
So what happened next, Scholtz discussed the news of the floods with his friends, such as hunter Frik du Plooy.
He then announced to them that he also wanted to assist the flood-victims by walking from Ermelo to Hoedspruit – which is more than 360km and which was gona take him 18 days, according to the pledge he made, and at which point the people of South Africa, those who are sympathetic to the sufferers of the floods, would give money to him so that he would give to the victims. A fund-raising project, you know.
Then on 7 February, Scholtz in person created a Facebook page and called it ‘Walk for Flood Victims – Ermelo to Hoedspruit’and appointed Adele Smit as its administrator.
The following week, on the Monday morning of 13 February, Scholtz began his journey. He was pulling a trolley with him where he kept all his outdoor camping equipment.
As reported by Adele Smit on the page, he “walked from Ermelo to outside Chrissiesmeer on the Carolina road [less than 35km]”on Monday alone.
“There,” said Adele Smit, “he set up a camp and stayed the night. On Tuesday, he walked further, although he was tired and his body was sore. At about 10km to Carolina, he stopped and again camped. Between 21:00 and 22:00 he was busy cooking, when three men approached him to find out what he was doing there. They confronted him and his gun taken from him. One of the suspects shot at him in his right foot and calf and wounded his left hand. The suspects ran away without taking anything. He, his wife, Corne, called for help. The Chrissiesmeer police and Life Care Response Ambulance Service immediately responded and Marius will get help. He was taken to Ermelo Medi Clinic and Wednesday morning transferred early to the Highveld Medi- Clinic in Trichardt, where he will undergo surgery. Further information will be provided on a regular basis”, she wrote on the Facebook page.
Then Mpumalanga correspondent for the Beeld newspaper, Buks Viljoen, picked the story up from the page and ran it on the national daily under an Afrikaans heading: “Journalist Wounded While Trying To Raise Funds”!
In the Beeld story “Scholtz tried to reach for his 9mm pistol from his back” when the men “overwhelmed him and took the gun away from him”. They then shot him and left without taking anthing, the paper reported.
In the Boer-Nuus website, Scholtz “survived shooting by 3 black males” while he was trying to raise money for the victims of the floods “which destroyed so many homes”.
“He was making food where three unknown black males approached him, overhelmed him, took away his gun, and shot him in the right foot and lower leg and left hand,” the website said.
In the Beeld story, Viljoen doesn’t ask the police for comment, while in the Boer-Nuus story the “Chrissiesmeer police and Life Care Response Ambulance Service immediately responded”.
But according to the police in Carolina and Chrissiesmeer “an incident like this it is the first time we hear about it, it was never reported to us nor did we respond to the alleged scene, nor a case was opened with us,” Constable Dumile Malaza said.
A Medi-Clinic spokesperson in Trichadt confirmed to Magudvu that a patient by the name of ‘Marius Scholtz’ was admitted there on 14 February to undergo surgical operation for gun-shot wounds but he declined to comment whether the wounds resembled those of someone injured in an armed robbery. “We believe this will infringe upon the right of the patient,” he said, requesting the reporter to ask Scholtz whether “he was shot during a robbery or anything like that, we are not in a position to answer that”.
Another update followed from Adele Smit the next day after Scholtz was supposedly attacked: “Today goes well with Marius in the circumstances. He still in a lot of pain… He will again tomorrow go to theater so doctors can see why his wounds still bleed. They are waiting for the swelling in his hands to reduce before doctors will be able to determine the extent of the damage to his hand . Marius and his family thanked everyone for the support and prayers.”
Messages wishing Scholtz a speedy recovery soon followed. “You were doing something so selfless and amazing for others and now have had to go through this horrifc ordeal and not to benefit yourself; you are clearly an amazing man. Thinking of you and Thank you for being one of very special people”.
Another message, from a Corrie Van Rensburg, read: “So sorry you have been through such hell! What you were wanting to do was a truely inspiration. Get better soon! We here in Hoedspruit would still love to see you and welcome you to our wonderful town. Thank you for caring so much about your fellow man. Thinking or you!”
But according to a source privy to the affairs of Ermelo Afrikaners, soon after she reported the story on Facebook and soon after the Beeld picked the story up, Adele Smit realized that Scholtz had actually fabricated the story. She said the two fell out and Smit resigned from Scholtz’s newspaper.
“Some of those in those companies that sponsored him believed that he shot himself. They believe he was possibly playing with the gun on that night and the trigger pulled by mistake. The injuries are only in his left hand and right foot. It was one bullet that injuried both the hand and foot, so for robbers the injuries would have looked very different”, the Afrikaner male source said over the phone. “And it was clear to all of us that the story was a lie. We are not angry with him, we were just shocked at how dishonest he is”.
He decided to continue the journey with a quad-bike a month later. He said: “Thank you to all that I thought and prayed for me in the past month after the robbery and shooting. I’m back on track and ready for my next challenge – to about 300km I still had to walk to Hoedspruit with riding a quad bike . I’m not going back on the road tent for the night , but with the motorcycle ‘s help have enough time in the day to drive from town to town . The people in Hoedspruit still struggling”.
Asked whether after finding him busy cooking on the night of 13 February 2012 and attacking him, the ‘three black males’ then left without taking anything, Scholtz said “yes”. He said: “We struggled on the ground for the possession of the gun and in that moment the trigger was pulled by the men and I was injured in the hand and foot and they ran away”.
He told the Magudvu that he opened a case with Carolina police, not Chrissiesmeer police as reported by Boer-Nuus, but then he forgot the name of the investigating officer. “This thing happened four years ago, how am I supposed to remember his name?
February 26, 2016 § Leave a comment
It all started like a normal Sunday World story.
The newspaper published it on its website and shared it on its Facebook page.
But this was no normal Sunday World story – readers had to defend the subject of the story from what they said was the paper’s habitual way “to report on the negative things”.
It was blasted by its own readers late yesterday soon after it published what the paper said was an “investigation” into the “big fat lies” of Nyan’ Nyan presenter Luyanda Potwane.
Under the sensational title, “Nyan Nyan Star Luyanda Potwane’s Big Fat Lies” and an accompanying subtitle, “SABC TV and radio presenter Luyanda Potwane is seemingly battling to keep up with the flashy celebrity lifestyle”, the paper looked into a claim a month ago concerning a Golf 7 GTI on his Facebook page.
The newspaper wrote: ” In his Facebook, accompanied by a picture of him next to the flashy GTI, Potwane wrote: ‘ A new addition to the family, for just nje… I said it before – when God cimmands blessing to come to you, even the devil obeys’.
“But an investigation by Sunday World, after one of his close allies ratted on him, revealed that Potwana owned no property and the only vehicle registered in his name was an old Renault Megane. However, the telly presenter maintains “it is my second car,” the paper said.
The paper spoke to two sources.
One was Chris Beukes of the Hartfield VW in Braamfontein. Beukes told the paper: “The vehicle is currently in our stock”.
Another source was unnamed. Described as “one of his friends who asked not to be named,” the “source” told the paper that that Potwane took a picture next to the car late last month “when he went window shopping late last month and he was hoping to buy the car”.
“He drives a greyish 2006 Renault Megane convertible that constantly gives him mechanical problems.
“He does not even own the apartment in Ormonde. He shares it with a friend, ” the paper quoted the source as saying”, the source is said to have told the paper.
On reading this, readers fumed and expressed their disgust of the story.
“I used to buy your newspaper but I realised that you write shit things when you write an article about DJ Shimza that he was leaving soulstic music and also blaming Black Coffee about poor sales of his album, the following week you apologized about writing shit which you didn’t even have to prove. You always write kak and lies,” Kulani Mabasa said said on the paper’s comment section on Facebook.
Another one, Vilakazi Mahlengahlengana said: ” Really there are a lot of things that you can investigate out there. You are worse than Daily Sun, sies”.
Zola Ngeni Mbeceni seemed to mock the paper with these words: ” I am staying in a white house in USA and Obama is my uncle, so write about”. He then called on the paper to leave Potwane alone, saying “it’s none of your damn business, as long as he never came to you asking for a lift or a place to stay leave him alone”.
In the story, when the paper contacts Potwane to comment, they only ask Potwane about the Ormonde property and not about car. Of the property, the presenter answered that it was a rent to buy property.
Sunday World’s Buchule Raba, the journalist who wrote the story, didn’t answer questions sent through his Facebook concerning the story and readers’ reaction.
Another reader, Zayne Gatyeni Mamalu Potwane said: “These mgosi tabloids can write rubbish at times. Did they confirm this nonsense with him? I think next time they must verify their sources and ensure they are credible. If a journalistic code or ethics allow this rubbish, people’s credibility will be eroded.”
Tshepiso Molaba leveled: “This guy worked hard to be where he is now. He was working at a garage and managed to work hard in such way that we see him on our screens and we listen to him on radio. I’m very proud of him because he is an example to other young stars. Whether he lied about his house or car doesn’t matter. What matters is the fact that he worked hard to accomplish his dreams. Sunday World you never reported about how he got to the entertainment industry but you very fast to report on the negative things”.
Sunday World is actually the English-Jewish side of the South African media and their Afrikaner-Jewish rivals own the Sunday Sun.
In late 2011, Zola 7 appeared before the Brixton Magistrate Court for assaulting Sunday World journalist Ngwako Malatjie after he accused him of working with his former white boss, Lance Sterh, to destroy his reputation and consequently his career as a TV presenter and musician.
November 12, 2015 § Leave a comment
You see towards the end of August 2014 I read the SHOCKING story about the SHOCKING passing away of Mr Dod Little. You can check on the internet archives, Mr Little served as a sergeant during World War II – actually he was an active military man between 1935 and 1949 and he died on Saturday, 16 August 2014 at the age of 97.
I say the death was SHOCKING in caps but then now I see that it was one INTERESTING story because Little was the OLDEST SURVIVING VETERAN in South Africa. The report reads: “Uncle Dod, as he was affectionately known, was believed to have been the oldest survivor of the Word War II.”
Now what is also INTERESTING on reading the story of the passing away of Uncle Dod is that his memorial service on the date of 22 August was going to be held at the Methodist church. So now you see? Something interesting here. First Mr Little or Uncle Dod, as he was known, was known on earth as a war-man. Second, the memorial service will be held at the Methodist church, meaning that Mr Little is now being handed over to God. By giving everything to the Methodist church to handle, friends and relatives are actually handing over everything to the Creator to take over everything.
So perhaps, because of my interests in historical events, I would want to attend this memorial service but then maybe I would think twice because it would be an event attended by whites-only and whites do not always enjoy the views of blacks, especially when they are doing their important things. Whites do not like when blacks attend their memorial services and the security guard at the gate would always want to know what I’m looking for there. So perhaps I would write a letter that would be read out by the program director during the proceedings on my behalf and I won’t need be there. I’ll just send the letter and ask them to put it on the program and read it out loud to the congregation.
Perhaps there would be few things which they would want to verify from me, like my identity and if I know Mr. Little in person. They would also want to know if I’m a white person, coloured or what, since I would put “Your Truly, Samuel Ferguson “, at the end of the letter. Mainly the letter will be about my pain appertaining the death of Mr. Little and I will write that “death has no shame’ and then continue to thank Mr. Little for his service in the World War 2 before I ask his spirit to rest in peace. Something like that. So, in case they ask me if I know Mr Little in person, I’ll tell them that I saw the story in the newspaper and I was saddened by his passing away because I myself also served in the army, in the South African Defence Force, and I fought in the Angolan Bush War on 26 August 1966 in Omugulugwombashe under Colonel Jan Breytenbach and I lost my hearing when we were hit by a bomb dropped by Swapo rebels. So perhaps the lady on the phone would be very strict and would keep asking me questions until I contradict myself, until I lose my pseudo Afrikaner accent. So perhaps I would quit wanting to do this.
So perhaps the first thing that I would like to do first is doing my washing and then clean the room. The room has been dirty with old newspapers. I just want to get rid of them and get fresh ones.
You see, in most cases I don’t like throwing the newspapers away because I enjoy keeping them for future reference. Most of my friends who do not read the newspapers when I tell them about things that occurred in the world they don’t believe me – so I have to constantly show them the actual newspaper report. I know why: because some of the things that occur in the world are unbelievable, because the world we are living in is a chaotic and unpredicted one.
Then the other thing that came into my mind was the issue of God. You see, I’m lonely and I want someone I can talk to about God. You see I want somebody learnered and someone that I can talk to about the need for a Black Bible. The thing, I saw that Dr Josef Ben Jochannan made an appeal the other time that, in a situation like this, blacks will have to write their own Bible. But before I get this person, it must be someone who has a clear understanding of what exactly is racism. Someone who can understand all the definitions offered by many scholars. While I do not really view myself as a scholar simply because I don’t see the proof I am, I have my own definition of racism. My own definition, which says that, ‘racism is a system of governance imposed for the survival of whites ’. So in order to counter racism, we must not ask to be inserted inside the system of racism, but we must ask for another system of governance to replace racism. We must fight for the implementation of another system. But, importantly, when we do that we must also note that we make the lives of whites impossible, because white life is only possible when whites are in charge. Whites cannot exist when there is no racism in place. Whites need racism in order to survive. In the same way, racism cannot empower blacks and give them access to all the means of production in all areas of human activity because, by doing so, whites would be assisting blacks to gain the powers needed to crush White Power. In a world where there is racism, the non-whites, the Africans, the Chinese, the Koreans, the Japanese, the Indians, etc they can only serve whites. They can be “monitored” throughout, to make sure that they only possess military weapons that are not stronger than those of whites, because another power that attempts to replace racism will make the life of white people impossible. So whites are playing the ‘our safety first’ game.
Now, understanding that, the Bible, we know, was revised by racists and the only way to counter the racism attributed to God is to write our own Bible that is based on a new ideology that replaces racism. ZAMA KHUMALO
November 12, 2015 § Leave a comment
Hebert Nkuna is now a fully matured young man in his early 20s and the name ‘Hebert’ used to belong to his grand-father, the father of his father – Hebert Zimthubile Nkuna, the Mozambican drill operator who died 16 years ago, and 7 years after the young Hebert was born. The elder Nkuna’s death was later discovered to be a result of breathing difficulties emanating from working long hours in the dusty conditions at Loslouw Coal Mine in Breyton, Mpumalanga and also due to “too much smoking”.
October 30, 2015 § Leave a comment
I thought I would write this article for my cousin for her exam topics but then now I thought it would be nice if I publish it here. I wanted to give this article the heading, ‘Whites Need Racism In Order To Survive’, in an attempt to write off the present thinking of many South African youth that says: “Whites also have the duty to fight against racism”.
This thinking eventually translates to: “Whites must wage a war against, and help exterminate, themselves.”
You see, various thinkers have contributed various definitions of racism, we know and the best of all that I have went through is the one offered by Dr. Neely Fuller, which says that racism is actually the “system” of the global power of white people. Fuller in his works mainly concentrates on the relationship between ‘whites’ and ‘non-whites’ and he was successfully able to come out with a proper definition of racism.
Of Fuller, Dr. Frances Cress Welsing writing in ‘The Isis Papers’ said that Fuller “recognized the need for a functional statement on racism, one that could be utilized daily by those earnestly seeking to bring about social change”, and as a result, Fuller “observed that, contrary to most present thinking, there is only one functioning racism in the known world…” and that is — “white supremacy.”
“Fuller then suggests that the word “race”, in this sense, has little biological validity but is translated more correctly as “organization,” the sole purpose of which is to maintain white domination and world control.”
The short and longest of it, Fuller defines racism as “a system of thought, speech and action operated by people who classify themselves as white, and who use deceit, violence, and/or the threat of violence, to subjugate, use, and/or abuse people classified as ‘non-white’, under conditions that promote the practice of falsehood, injustice, and correctness, in one or more areas of activity, for the ultimate purpose of maintaining, expanding, and/ or refining the practice of white supremacy.”
Then Welsing, who basically looks up to Fuller as her influence, takes this definition “a step further” and defines racism as “the local and global power system structured and maintained by persons who classify themselves as white, whether consciously or subconsciously determined; this system consists of patterns of perception, logic, symbol formation, thought, speech, action and emotional response, as conducted simultaneously in all areas of people activity (economics, education, entertainment, labour, law, politics, religion, sex and war)”.
She said that the “ultimate purpose” of this system is to “prevent white genetic annihilation on Earth.” This, in other words, is to make sure that, from generation to generation, the survival, whether genetically, of people of European origin is hindered by nothing.
Now if we were also to take this definition a bit further, it will appear at the end that racism is actually ‘a system of governing the world’s people for the survival of whites’.
The implementation of racism as a world order (CommonWealth, globalization, foreign investment or stuff like that) is basically a whites-only decision that renders all non-whites people stooges of this planet.
Whites want to live in this planet and do not want to die, so they use racism to create a world environment that is safe and secure for whites-only to live. Racism always makes sure that the existence of non-whites do not pose any danger to the existence of whites and, as a system, it gives whites the best that human beings need in order to survive in this universe.
This makes it impossible for whites to be able to stop, abandon or relinquish racism and be ‘integrated’ into the non-whites world because, if they were to allow that, that would mean that whites now want to vanish as a race.
Whites are aware that the cultures of the various non-whites people, if not attended, present a threat to white survival and racism, as a system of governing people, allows them without consultations the right to arm themselves and destroy those cultures, so that there is ONLY a White World Order.
White Power strongly opposes the need for non-whites to be independent and be able to develop their own separate power, as it is currently the case in countries like Zimbabwe and North Korea.
One instance is the fact that whites own the means of productions and universally exploit the labour of non-whites.
From this they generate huge incomes for themselves and possess all the food that the people on the planet need in order to survive, with systematic racism only permitting non-whites to rely from whites for those foods, e.g. you need money created by whites from your white employer in order to buy food from your nearby white supermarket, Pick n’Pay.
Then now if we were to destory this picture and say, maybe, now we introduce a new system that sees no skin colour, whites will vehemently make sure that this type of a system is not put in place as it will lead to their extermination. Whites are a selfish type of species and do not gamble with their life. With their ostensible self-persecution complex, whites daily manufacture really dangerous weapons in order to protect this life.
But just like a crocodile that needs a river for its strength, whites need racism in order to survive and live as a people. As part of their way of survival, whites have successfully been able to implement racism at a world level, imperialism – and make stooges the non-whites.
Whites cannot and will not be able to fight against racism or abandon it and agree that another system must replace it, unless there is a revolution of some sort carried out, globally, by the non-whites to overthrow racism as a system of governing people. It’s all for the purpose of making sure whites live, deny all basic needs to non-whites so that they do not have the power to fight back, and depopulated in the process without them having the power to defend themselves.
Frants Fanon showed us with these words that colonialism is actually racism when he wrote in 1961 that decolonization, which he described as a program to change “the order of the world”, is basically “quite simply the replacing of a certain “species” of men by another “species” of men”.
But unfortunately whites will not allow it to even occur.
We have always witnessed this, that even though many of the countries of non-whites were able to stage successful revolutions and overthrew white despots in the native lands and set up new states, but whites had also succeeded in making sure that each one of those revolutions is fitted with crucial ideological elements of racism, so that there is generally no threat to white life, which explains why countries that have refused to govern their people through racism (imperialism) are labeled “outlaw” or “terrorist nations”.
So all in all, this imposition of white culture upon the non-whites or this racist overthrow of the systems of the non-whites allows whites-only to school, work and live anywhere they want in the world, with the full protection of the local states. But unlike the Khoisans who relied on the natural system of hunting and farming to survive, whites need racism in order to survive because racism is the only system that enables whites to live.
October 30, 2015 § Leave a comment
(9 June 2013)
To tell you the truth this life that I’m living now is really boring. I don’t like it. For example, I should be somewhere at this age. I shouldn’t be begging for food from relatives. I should actually be the one who provides. This other time they wanted me to clean the yard so that they would buy me clothes. You see, I hate that. I want a job. I want to be employed. I need a salary every month. I need to start my own family. I can’t keep living like this.
The thing is, when I used to freelance stories for the Daily Sun newspaper I used to make a living. I used to make money, little though and now I quit the job and unemployed. I regret why I quit being a freelance journalist for the Daily Sun but other things I couldn’t stand. For example, I think that, first of all, the death of Deon du Plessis, the paper’s master-mind, made journalism boring completely at the paper and left the newspaper machines into the hands of less enthusiastic journalists. Du Plessis possessed genuine journalistic writing abilities and you learned a lot from his style of writing, various topics and genres.
“Simple thing, a story, just a story, let a story writes itself” he used to say. “If I can produce one darkie who can write English,” he used to tell his black reporters. But most importantly, du Plessis was one of the best journalese writers Media24 had. Then he passed away in late 2011. It was painful to me.
Now I sit at home all days long, mainly reading and tying to write.
I didn’t like working for the Daily Sun anymore after the death of Deon du Plessis, but I happened to also hate the way they exploit and oppress black people at Media24. Working for them is the same as supporting the racist status quo. They are brutally racist, internally and to the public. For example if you follow well the Daily Sun you would notice that it is a newspaper about the lives of black people but ironically it doesn’t cover the cruel exploitation of blacks by the farm-owners across the country.
Now these are some of these you must just know about me and the reasons and stuff. The other thing you must know is that as I’m writing this it’s actually early in the morning, the time now is 5:47, I’m here at my grand-father’s muddy house in Magudvu, (outside Carolina in Mpumalanga) I’m thinking about a lot of things. Being unemployed is painful. I can’t go back to Daily Sun., as I told you. Besides, they will not take me back anyway. You see if they were gona take me back, I was gona ask Reggy Moalusi, the editor, to place me to write politics and courts. You see I would go everywhere in the country to attend press conferences and cover politicians and then to the courts to cover the activities of law breakers and write very good article. They will not take me.
Now I think I should phone and ask for a columnist job at The Citizen newspaper and perhaps they will allow me to write about my feelings on Zimbabwe and the racism of whites at an international level and what unfolded at Westdene Dam. No. I don’t want to do that. The Citizen is too bigoted. They will want to censor or ignore me at all.
Ok, let me phone Ferial Haffajee. The thing is I sort of like her – she’s got a career that I love. She works as an editor for the City Press newspaper, one of South Africa’s biggest Sunday newspapers and she’s the boss.
I’ll just phone and be brief and ask her for a columnist job. I’m going to tell her that I’m currently employed as an operating officer for a NGO and that I want to write for City Press because I’m also a Constitutionalist. I’ll tell her that it’s nice being a Constitutionalist because it gives you the opportunity to look at human rights violation with another eye. I will just lie and tell her that I have written a lot of books, short-stories and soapie scripts in all my life and that I got my first degree in 1987 from the University of Chicago in the U.S while I was still exiled there during Apartheid.
But above all, I will tell her over the phone that I’m more like a kangaroo when I write and that I don’t like digressing issues shem. Perhaps she will ask, “So what do you mean now?”
Then maybe I’ll say, “I mean I won’t be prepared to write nothing shem. I want to write something. For example, if you look at the columns some City Press columnists write, it’s an opinion I agree, but there is no difference between the time when they wrote and when they didn’t.”
“I don’t understand whatchu mean.”
“I mean I want to work for City Pre – .”
“So what does that have to do with our columnists?”
“I’m not saying it in a bad way – ok sorry.”
Maybe she’ll say: “Sorry for what? For insulting our staff? Just sorry.”
“What? All your degrees and previous job descriptions and undermining our writers? What?”
“You see I want to write an article, neh?”
Perhaps now she will sort of listen the things I want to say, maybe says to me: “I’m listening.”
“And I want to call it ‘The Other Side of the Mandela Revolution”, neh? Then I want to make the body and its conclusion look more like a testimony, neh?”
“Then both the intro and the body must be classical shem. I will speak about Tutu as a strong black man but then I will begin to argue that he abused his powers given to him by the black God and used it to play with the emotions of blacks. Here I will argue that all the books that Tutu wrote post-1994 were real hard books to write because in any circumstance it is always not easy to compile a book of a web of lies. Then all of the other privileges that followed I will argue that not all blacks receive similar treatment. Are you still there?”
“Okay, then I want to insert all of the neo-colonial mental disorders in the body and all of the post- 1994 ANC dramas in the conclusion, particularly post-Polokwane dramatic events because post-Polokwane dramatic events are actually the source of juice for our story as it is one interesting era that showed us that the factions within the Mandela camp were lively. It showed us that they were back and they were more active and full of life and had brought the other camp within the Mandela house to its downfall. But I will argue that the downfall of this other camp signified the mid-term of the end of the ANC. But above all I will tell the reader that before white invasion our life was better.”
“Interesting. Can you make 750 words or so of that?”
“Ja. Then I’m going to argue that your government – Ok, then I’m saying your government have chosen to jump ship and left us in the sinking.”
“Interesting. But please just make it 750, unless you are writing a book – ”
“But that’s the thing. I don’t want that.”
“To be shortened”.
“To be shortened what?”
“When I write”
“Ja but you see – ”
Then maybe I’ll interrupt her while she explains and say quickly, “Ja but you see the accounts of our pains should be detailed. We can’t shorten them. Institutions of oppression do not shorten itself, why do we have to summarise ourselves?”
“I’m not saying – .”
“I know. But 750 words? Think about it. Atleast 1 200 words. Or let’s double the number to 1 500, or we make it 1 890. How about that?”
“Cool. Just write and we see whatchu write.”
Then I write for City Press, dress like a real columnist and then in all my life I argue like a true Marxist that “in any capitalist world, poverty is permanent” and get people to read my work and make up their own mind. The thing when I must write for the mainstream media I’d actually let the reader decides which is which and I will not force him to think the way I think abouyt things.
But before I let her put down the phones perhaps I’ll say something like this, “Ekse, tell me, do those guys live in the office?”
“The editors and editors in chiefs?”
“I dont understand.”
“I’m asking if they live in the office or what?”
“Still I don’t understand”
“I mean if those guys will edit my piece. The thing is, I don’t want to be brief when I talk about those issues.”
“Post-Polokwane dramatic events. And I dont want those guys to edit me. Those guys were – .”
“You see, listen to me, you keep saying things and honestly I don’t understand where is this whole thing going. Can I go back to work please?”
“Ok – I’m sorry. Where was I?” Maybe I’ll say: “Eer… eer. Ok, then I will send other things to you to confirm my qualifications. Neh?”
“Just send them through. Have you got my e-mail address?”
“Ja. But the things that I will send to you will be the kind of stuff where I write to wake up the dead. I can awake Hani. I can awake Garvey. I’m writing to be heard.”
“Well, that’s the art of writing; writing to be heard.”
“And then those guys cannot edit anything I send to the paper.”
“What do you mean?”
“Those guys in the office.”
“Listen sir, you said what’s your name?”
“Zimthubile Ernest Nkola.”
“Listen Ernest, I’m glad talking to you. I have to end this – I’m sorry. I’m… I’m busy. I’m busy. I have to do other stuff, I’m sorry. Just e-mail your stuff to me and we will communicate the rest via e-mail. I’m sorry. I have to be busy.”
October 30, 2015 § Leave a comment
Xolani Nkosi-Johnson was born on 4 February 1989, he would be 26 this year, 2015.
His mother, Nonhlanhla Nkosi, died in 1997 when the child was beginning school – passing away and leaving him at a ‘care centre’ that was controlled and ‘directed’ by a white woman, Gail Johnson, in Johannesburg.
There, according to Nkosi Johnson, when “the care centre had to close down because of lack of funds”, Gail Johnson, who later named him ‘Nkosi Johnson’ (from Xolani Nkosi), told a board meeting that he would take Nkosi with her!
The information supplied by Gail Johnson’s website, the ‘Nkosi’s Haven’, quotes Nkosi Johnson’s 2000 speech at the so-called ‘13th International Aids Conference’ in Durban, where he said: “She took me home with her for eight years now,” suggesting that Gail Johnson adopted Nkosi Johnson in 1992, because that’s what Nkosi Johnson said in 2000.
They say Nonhlanhla surrendered herself and her child to this Johannesburg care centre during her hardship – at the peak of the deterioration of her health. This is the care centre from where Gail Johnson, immediately when it had to close down, “because of lack of funds”, she took the child with her and paid particular attentions in growing him as her own – up until in 1997 when his story was published, of how a racist Melville school denied him registration, because he was HIV positive.This is also the year when Nonhlanhla finally lost the HIV/Aids battle, leaving the child ‘an orphan’, because he never knew his father and in the hands of ‘foster-mom’ Gail.
“Then”, Nkosi Johnson recalled one day, “she called the school, who said we will call you and then they had a meeting about me.”
Nkosi Johnson was born with HIV, and mainly because HIV takes between 6-10 years to destroy the patient, he had Aids during the peak of his fame, at the age of 8 and was then admitted after more media houses sympathized with him, despite the stern opposition from those racist parents and teachers who feared that the ailing black child would infect their children with HIV, exposing the illusory ‘non-racial’ South African democracy.
But a thorough read of the news that brought Nkosi Johnson to fame shows that Nkosi was the only black-sufferer in the early days of a post-1994 South Africa that was finally able to bring tears to white eyes.
“A tiny figure”, Gail Johnson later said of Nkosi Johnson, “[wearing] a shiny dark suit and sneakers, 11-year-old Nkosi Johnson held an audience of 10 000 delegates in occasionally tearful silence as he told his story.”
Nkosi used to make the person listening to him feel truly sad about the suffering the little boy was undergoing. But most definitely, Nkosi was someone who could not make certain pronunciations properly, because, all in all, HIV is a poison that works to destroy the person outright.
But most importantly, HIV doesn’t cause one type of an illness called “Aids” but instead it obliterates the whole immune system, so that the person infected ends up attracting all the diseases of the world at once.
So Nkosi could not make certain pronunciation correctly because the child had all the diseases of the world combined in him at once! So, most accurately, HIV invites a combination of all known and unknown diseases of the whole world to kill the victim concurrently.
So for most people who understood this it was not a surprise that the child could not make certain English pronunciations properly when he made public speeches because they would have understood by now that Nkosi had Aids and Aids is the stage where the patient is attracting any type of a disease available.
But most importantly, Nkosi Johnson was made available by white media for everyone to see and hear about. Whites mainly sympathized with Gail Johnson, their own, to allow Nkosi Johnson the opportunity to preach against the discrimination of those who are infected with HIV. But the most interesting part of the debate about Nkosi and his HIV poison is that it never went deeper. It never touched the real core of the matter. In fact, the HIV debate was officially closed by evolutionary biologist Edward Holmes and co-workers at Oxford University in 2001 with these words: “It’s time to move on”. Now there is nothing to debate, because the most respected and powerful of men have asked that it be shut.
Basically what happened to Nkosi was that he received the virus directly from his mom, and then proceeded to carry the burden up until the age of 12.
Nkosi Johnson’s mother, born somewhere in the 1960s, represented the generation in South Africa of the first blacks to be bombed with HIV by the Apartheid instruments of suppression. Basically what happened, during the 1980s, remember the previous year there was also the 1976 Student Uprising, the Apartheid regime of PW Botha exhausted all other forms of suppressing the anti-Apartheid revolution of the naitives, police, defence force and judiciary persecution, the regime was now considering the ‘slow poison’ project, hence the emergence of Dr. Wouter Basson.
By 1997, HIV was killing some million black South Africans. This was basically the era that produced more orphans in South Africa. This is the era of Botha, the era of HIV bombing.
Basson, who later sort of faced charges emanating from the role he played in the state-funded project of the 1980s of setting viruses on the black population, served as a ‘personal physician’ to the racist head of state Botha.
Nkosi Johnson appeared in 1988, from a mother who has been bombed.
The history, the story goes on, but all that we must say at the end is that money that was produced by blacks was also used to kill them. To imagine how the labour of blacks was able to build a country as big as South Africa, the profits and all, and how at the end that was also used to pay for a special team of scientists to bomb the very same black people who had laboured so hard for the stomachs of whites and to build a country.
At the end Nkosi Johnson died and a string of other black people followed – we witnessed more funerals in the townships than in the suburbs and we never heard of any white death associated with HIV!
But most importantly, in conclusion, what I know is that, because whites have given themselves the task of ruling over other races, they generally regard it as their responsibility to take care of sick blacks in the aftermath.
But all that I can say about Nkosi Johnson is that the money that was generated by blacks during Apartheid also helped launched a care centre, adopted him as a sick child, helped publicise him and also paid for the coffin that carried him to Westpark cemetery.
But honestly speaking, when we are sick, infected or bombed with HIV, we cannot lie, whites do take care of us – they diagnose the variety of diseases in us, isolate and give names to the specific viruses that cause those diseases in us, mobilize funds to help us, analyse us, encourage our government to build more clinics and hospitals in order to stock more medicines quickly. It’s a quick, quick business, but most importantly what blacks should know about HIV and Ebola is that it doesn’t differ from a bullet shot straight from a pistol to their fore-head. But the difference between that and a biological warfare is that in a biological warfare you do not really hire and send heavy-armed troops to attack your enemy but you let a face-off between your enemy and viruses.