PART XV: Our Covenant

I need to add some more history of my People. I know it might be boring. Some will already know it, and others would wonder what does it have to do with them? It has to do with God, so if you're a Child of God, see it as a little Bible story. At the end, you will realise why I call it that.

I mentioned how my People, the Afrikaners and Boere split into 2 groups, North and South, when the British took the Cape Colony over from the Dutch around the 1800's. Beginning of the 1830's, the Boere left the Cape and moved North into the unknown, where they traded for land with local inhabitants. We didn't steal any lands, nor just claim when other people lived on it. We didn't murder to get the land. We traded. 

The lands there were scarcely populated, as it was dry. The nomadic KhoiSan lived in the West on the coastal areas or in the deserts of the North. The Bantu lived in the far East of this part of the continent, where there were enough rainfall to provide for their cattle. The middle inland parts were dry, with cold winters and frost, followed by hot summers. Conditions were harsh, so few tribes lived there. It was mostly the weaker ones, pushed away from the fertile East to the outskirts.

Though most of our groups went inland, North, there were a few smaller groups that also went West towards the Coasts and desert areas, and some East, where the Zoeloe and Xhosa ruled. The British had a Colony called Port Natal in the East as well. Most of our people warned that groups to steer clear of those areas, but a few thought they'd find a place to the North and West of those 3 areas.

The Zulu's at that stage were well-known as conquerors. Under a few of their rulers, starting with the infamous Shaka, they have conquered many, many other Bantu tribes during the 1700's. Some tribes were forever annihilated from the face of the earth, others were assimilated by the Zulu's after killing all men and male children. Many of the surviving, scattered tribes, traded land with us to protect them from these marauding Zulu's.

Unfortunately, one small group of ours that went more East, came too close to their area, and the Zulu's attacked one night. Killing every last one of them. They pushed spears into the children's heads, bashed the babies to a pulp against the wagon wheels, and killed all adults, old and young. Male and female. Only one child survived, wounded, to flee on his horse to a neighbouring group to tell the tale.

This happened multiple times thereafter. Many of our people were killed mercilessly. Not only those close to their areas. They actively went inland and murdered groups and towns far away from their own lands. So the Trekboere (“farmers who were journeying” or Pioneers) soon realised, the Zulu's were coming for them all. Either they make a stand, or they all flee back to the Cape, under English control again. They decided to rather stand their ground.

So volunteers were called for that "punishment expedition". I guess it can be seen as war. We did not start the war. We did not want it, and even tried to negotiate a peace treaty at first by sending a delegation. They killed the negotiator and his son and all his men, directly after signing the treaty!

So our options were now very limited, with dwindling numbers of people and a clear message that they will kill us all, and do not wish to live in peace with us. In today's world, I suppose people would think we should have retreated back to the Cape "where we belonged". But the Zulu's did not belong in the interior either, and didn't even want the areas (too dry). They were from the East Coast and still lived there, only sending their impi's inland to war with other tribes. Most of the other Bantu tribes of those days still alive in the interior wanted us there, to protect them from these Zulu's. We had signed treaties with them. 

There were less than 500 volunteers of our people willing and able to go on this suicide mission against the Zulu's. Most were Boere, but some also arrived from the Cape to help, most especially the Spiritual Leader, and even a handful of English joined, as well as some KhoiSan farm hands. 

These groups have specific meaning, which is why I mention it. It's important for people to realise though the Boere were the core group, they were Spiritually lead by an Afrikaner from the Cape, joined by other Afrikaners from the Cape, English and even KhoiSan and other farm hands. There were even a few foreigners as far as I know, from Europe who happened to have been closeby during that time. We have kept records of most of the people, but unfortunately not all. All of them were part of the covenant, all of them were in the Lager, and God saved all of them. And they all represent a future playing out of the covenant.

The expedition travelled Eastwards, away from the women and children in the interior, and took up camp next to a river, with a small hill at their backs and a gorge on the other side, close to the Zulu empire. Thus semi-protection on 3 sides. They had about 60 wagons with them and pulled it into a tight circle with branches stuck in between for more protection. A clear invitation to the Zulu's. Here we were. Come and get us.

Word came, the Zulu's were on their way. 15 000+ warriors. Experienced soldiers who lived through decades of warring with other Bantu tribes. Our men were less than 500, some were barely adults, with one cannon, and a few weapons each that needed to be reloaded after being fired every time. Thus, every man could shoot one bullet every 2-3 minutes. Superior weapons but extremely limited in such a setup. They knew the odds were extremely grim. And if they loose and die, the Zulu's will continue on to the towns where the old men and women and children stayed, and the last of the Voortrekkers would be killed. This would have an escalating effect on the Cape Colony as the English would then know the Afrikaners are out of options and at their mercy with no escape to the North anymore.

So they prayed. Sarel Celliers, was their chaplain, much respected as a devout Believer. And Andries Pretorius was their General, their leader. A very trusted man. They went into isolation, prayed and with God's guidance, wrote a covenant. This was in agreement with the whole camp. That evening, on the 9th of December 1838, he read the covenant to the less than 470 men. They repeated it out loud. Then they worshipped with song, praise, Scripture and prayer. On the 10th, they repeated the covenant again, as a whole group (Boere, English and Khoisan) and worshipped. 

This became routine. For 7 nights in a row they would say the covenant out loud, then worshipped God. This is the covenant, made in Dutch. Here is the English translation:

We stand here before the Holy God of heaven and earth, to make a vow to Him that, if He will protect us and give our enemy into our hand, we shall keep this day and date every year as a day of thanksgiving like a Sabbath, and that we shall build a house to His honour wherever it should please Him, and that we will also tell our children that they should share in that with us in memory for future generations. For the honour of His name will be glorified by giving Him the fame and honour for the victory.

So the vow had the following promises:

1. Build or erect or set up a House for God where it would please Him (the word used in the original Dutch is more reminiscent of a setup, or to erect, than a physical build).

2. Include all our children and descendants into the vow for all generations to come.

3. Remember it yearly on the anniversary as a Sabbath with thanksgiving.

On the condition that God protect us and give our enemy into our hand.

You will notice that the enemy was never named or limited in any way. It also never gave timelines, except for celebrating the specific day when victory will be achieved.

(I need to interject here that there is a version that seemed to be more original than this well-known verse. It says basically the same, except that it doesn't bind the generations to come to a yearly anniversary, but more that God will remind them and keep them.)

Like always, things initiated by God, has layered meanings. The first obvious meaning was that it was about that fight on that day with the Zulus, and that the physical church building we built some years later, were the House spoken of. But since then, God has shown us that the deeper layer was about the future. The future fight against the Bantu's again, as well as our real enemies, the enemies of Christ.

He also showed us that the future House that we will build for Him, will be made from living stones, as He doesn't reside in a physical building. We will build His House, amongst His People, for all our generations to come.

On the 7th day, the 15th of Dec 1838, they got word from their scouts that the Zulu's are close, has set up camp and are preparing to strike. So they prayed the covenant for the last and 7th time, and got ready for the slaughter which from past experience, should begin during the night. Mood was subdued.

The Zulus arrived during the night hours, setting up in their usual "bull-shape" attack formations. But one group acted a little before time. So instead of the two sides working together, striking the camp from both sides at once, one side surrounded the camp before the other side was there.

Then, as they arrived, a sudden fog fell down over the whole camp. Thick, misty fog out of nowhere in the middle of the night. The Impi's, as the Zulu warriors are called, could barely see their own hands in the thick smoke, let alone who's friend or foe! So they fell back in confusion, back to their camp, a bit of distance away.

Afterwards they said the lamps hanging from the wagons also scared them as it seemed like lights swinging in the middle of nothing in the fog. So they decided to wait until first morning light when the fog and darkness were gone, to attack. Deviating from their usual way. The Boere saw the footprints early morning and said the impi's came within touching range of their wagons during the darkness before falling back!

Imagine being one of 500 men with weapons that needed to be hand loaded, surrounded and attacked by 15000 spear-wielding warriors in the dark. Clearly the result would've been very very different if the Zulu's usual timing of attack worked out for them. But God sent fog and confusion.

Early morning, as first light broke on the 16th of December 1838, on day 8, the fog disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. It surprised the Zulu's who weren't ready yet for their second attack. This gave the Boere a chance to set up on their posts, get their weapons ready and assume defensive positions. Strangely, the Boere found their weapons dry, and the gunpowder not clammy after such fog, which puzzled, but also pleased them.

When the Impi's stormed from their camp, the Boere started shooting when they came into firing range. The canon only worked once and then had problems. The weapons worked well, but from the first shots, until the 2nd, it took a few minutes to reload in which time the Impi's were able to storm unheeded closer. Then the 2nd shots fired, and again the Impi's had time to storm forward afterwards. So even if the 460 guns made a huge impact, the Impi's had the numbers, the force and enough time to storm closer and closer quickly. They were also very skilled in using their large shields for the bit of protection it afforded them.

Fighting continued for a few hours and then the end neared. The Boere were surrounded and no more time left for another reload before the first Impi's will reach their wagons. The Impi's advanced and stretched their hands out to pull the wagons and branches wrenched in between, apart to get to the Boere.

Now, here we are a bit uncertain to the exact events. The Boere wasn't privy to see the next part and their testimonies were thus confused and unclear. It had to be gathered afterwards from the Zulu's side. Several testimonies were put together, and the best we could clarify, was something like this happening (I thus do not claim this as exact truth, just as good as we understood it to have happened).

Just as the first Impi's reached for the dry branches pushed in between the wagons, to break through the Boere camp, they suddenly looked up towards the mountain hill behind the wagons. Their faces contorted and they started screaming and turned on their heels and ran back. Straight back into their own men! 

The Impi's at the back were the older soldiers, the young ones at the front. They thought the young ones got scared and that's why they turned around. They had no mercy with coward warriors. So they killed their own fleeing men! Still, it did not stop the young ones from the front. They kept on turning on their heels, fleeing toward the older ones. Eventually the older ones too saw what they saw, and fled themselves.

The Boere were astonished. Flabbergasted. Stunned. 

I read the testimony of 2 young ones (one was 17). He said he just grabbed the gun to reload, knowing there's too little time as the Impi's hands were on the branches in front of him and the young Boer he was reloading for. Next moment, the Impi's were gone. Just. Gone. He said he was so sure he was only moments away from death. Already accepting it. Then, the enemy was gone. Just like that.

So, the Boere got onto their horses, broke the camp open and followed the retreating Zulu's, making sure the message is hammered in. Do not attack the Boere ever again. They did not. To this day.

Afterwards, the Boere counted 3000 bodies lying around their camp. The majority had spear wounds, not gun wounds. Killed by their own men. Many fell into the river and their blood tainted the water bright red, so to this day, it is called Blood river and the Battle of Blood River (“Bloedrivier” in our language).

The English missionaries from Port Natal who worked in the Zulu area, spoke to the Zulu Impi's after they arrived back home. Several different people recorded their testimonies from them. What the Boere never saw, that caused the fear in the Impi's, was apparently a HUGE army of white-dressed people on white horses storming down the hill. All armed with big swords (some recordings mentioned guns, not swords) and the leader was apparently screaming fiercely and ferociously as they stormed down the mountain straight at the Impi's. None of the Boere saw this army. But many of the Impi's testified that's what they saw. They all seemed to have seen the same thing and terror struck into their hearts. They fled and rather faced the wrath of their elder warriors. Some later claimed they feared this white army "in the clouds" more than those on the ground, and some seemed to believe that they were even mowed down (shot at) by those in the "clouds". 

There's no other explanation than that the Lord Himself battled for us that day. Honoring the Covenant, assuring us that it was indeed from Him, for His Honor and Purposes.

It's the only battle ever recorded in world history where the odds were stacked up so much against the defending group and they all lived. We had 464 men against 15000+ and NONE of us were killed. 

Let that sink in. 500 surrounded by 15 000 and none of the 500 died. 

The covenant said "if God would protect us". He did. Every last one of them. The KhoiSan, the English and the Boere, all who were within the Camp, the Lager, were saved.

So not even one Boer died that day, or from his wounds later on. Only 3 Boere were lightly wounded on our side, but healed fine afterwards. 3000+ were killed on the enemy's side and at least another 3000+ were estimated to have later died from their wounds. Thus, more than a third of their army were decimated in one day.

This collapsed the Zulu Empire and thereafter they were never again as strong, never again annihilated another Bantu tribe, and never again attacked the Boere. They were humbled and for the first time, thereafter more open to the English Methodist Missionaries' message of Jesus Christ and our hope through Him.

To this day, we honor the 16th of December as the Day of the Vow, when we tell our children about the day God Himself fought for us, saved us, and we rest like during a Sabbath and praise Him for the miracle victory. Some celebrate by having a Feast Day or going to church. Thus honoring our part of the Covenant, since God honored His. 

We built a small church in a nearby town, and then eventually a monument to Honor God in one of our Capital Cities, Pretoria. The city was named after the Leader of those 464 men, Andries Pretorius. But from around 1920, God started to make it clear, His House that we are building since the covenant, is a House of Living Stones.

The Boere as a nation, survived due to this victory, then thrived as more from the Cape joined them in their new Republics, of which the most important 2 were the Transvaal and the Orange Free State. Two free countries of which we were so immensely proud and grateful for. We fled the British Empire and created our own sovereign Republics. Our rules were based on the Bible, our laws were Roman, Western laws, and we lived as free Christians, speaking OUR language in our towns and cities proudly. The language which the English tried to suppress and take from us. The language for which we fled, bled and fought. 

Continuing with the second Anglo-Boer War here.

PART XVI: Anglo-Boer War II

Unfortunately, shortly after the peace started, gold and diamonds were found in the Republic of the Transvaal and other areas belonging to us. The English wanted it and tried to wrestle it out of our hands in 1861. We successfully beat them down. This later was called the first Anglo-Boer war. So they tried a different route by bringing in massive amounts of immigrants from Europe, Zululand, the Xhosa home world and other Bantu tribes more North of where our Republics were.

Similar to what is being done to the USA and Europe now. These migrants came from outside of our Republics. They did not live IN the republics, but on the East and Northern parts of what is now known collectively as South Africa and Southern Africa. As well as Englishmen from the UK and other Europeans. So they were never "locals" or "inhabitants" or citizens. Only the men were brought in, as miners for English mining bosses and companies.

My people's governments complained about all the illegal immigrants, but the English declared us awful people for not giving these people houses, voting rights, food and allowing their "cultural practices" which severely clashed with our Christian laws and culture.

It was an untenable situation that quickly grew severe. We were overwhelmed with the sheer numbers brought in. It was an invasion. And we knew, it's either fight or loose everything we had. We thus declared war against England and the Anglo-Boere War II started in 1899. We were only about half a million Boere (men, women, children, elderly all included) in the Transvaal, and less in the Vrystaat, and thus our actually fighting army were extremely small, taking on the mighty Imperial British Army. I think in total together with the Orange Free State's men and some volunteers over the world who saw this as unrighteous behavior of the British, totaled about 50 000.

Against about 500 000 British soldiers.

We fought a good fight. The English were astounded and had to bring in more and more weapons and horses from the UK, and soldiers from Australia. The war which they thought would be quick, turned out ferocious and long and costing them millions. 

Thus the English devised a wicked plan. Called the Scorched Earth Policy. Their soldiers went and burnt all the farms and farmhouses of the fighting Boer soldiers. They killed all the cattle and farm animals, and put the farm workers, and the Boer wives and children and grandparents on trains, with guns to their heads, and took them to camps "for their own good". Apparently for their safety.

The rest of the world was told that the Boere “neglegted” their wives and children and left them to “fend for themselves in the wild”. The truth was that the Wives and children and elderly successfully farmed the farms, providing the Boere soldiers with the necessary provisions. The English realised if they could cut off this provision, stop the food production, the Boere would not be able to continue the war. They wanted to starve the Boere soldiers, by burning their farms.

But they did not want the world to realise what they were doing, so they said they're taking the women and children to camps for their safety. The women and children were perfectly safe on their own farms, in their own houses. 

In the camps, they died like flies. The British didn't plan it well. The camps were quickly overpopulated about 5x more than the amount it were supposed to house. They put 15-20 people in a 5-man tent. There was a severe lack of clean water, medicines and doctors, and the Boer women severely distrusted the English soldiers and doctors. Diseases broke out and that coupled with starvation claimed thousands of children's lives.

In the end, about 30% of the Transvaal's children under the age of 5 died at the hands of these British soldiers who kept them in the camps in inhumane conditions, and guarded them with soldiers and guns from fleeing to family in the Cape.

Those whose husbands gave up fighting, were getting normal rations (which were already not enough to survive on). Those whose husbands refused to give up, were given half of a ration per day. Even the children of these fighting Boere got half a ration.

To this day, many of the British people have no idea what their men, soldiers and authorities did to us, here. And that the war was never about the “uprising of one of their colonies”. But THEM invading 2 sovereign countries through illegal immigrants and thereafter with their soldiers, to get their hands on the riches of those 2 countries. Which they successfully then did from 1902.

Our Boere tried, but moral was lost with their babies dying by the thousands. They received letter upon letter of one after another child dying. The women had to watch how hundreds upon hundreds of babies and toddlers were fetched DAILY from their tents via English wagons, who threw the bodies unceremoniously on it. Many women couldn't even get to the gravesites in time before their babies were dumped into the ground. Some were too ill and starved to run fast enough. Some women lost all their children. Every one of them.

This broke the men. They laid down their weapons in 1902 and handed their two countries over to the British, who promptly took ALL republics from ALL the other peoples as well, even the Xhosas, the Zulu's, and all other Bantu and Khoisan tribes, and threw it all into one huge hotchpot and called it the Union of South Africa. They claimed the whole of the Southern Africa for themselves. Over which the Crown then presided. 

None of us here wanted it. We never wanted to be part of the British Empire. We were never “under the crown” until that day they killed our babies and stole our countries from us. We were never one country, they forced it on the Afrikaners and Boere, on the Xhosas and Zulu's, on the Pedi's and Tswanas, etc. No tribe had a say in it. The English just annexed the whole Southern tip of Africa and declared it their's and called it the Union under their King in the UK. 

Today people would frown about it. Apparently it was still “ok” in 1902. Though they had to tell the world many lies to slide it past them. Like how they “helped” the “poor womenfolk on the farms from starvation”. How they "helped" the Bantu tribes who were "badly treated by the Boere". (By throwing them into camps even worse than those the Boere women had!) How the area was already "just some colonies of the English" in any case, instead of the truth. That it were several separate sovereign countries NOT in the British "sphere of influence" at that point. They wanted the gold, diamonds and other precious metals and minerals, and they got it.

We lost our freedom, our national pride, our towns, our countries. We were now all English Crown Subjects under the King's rule. The world looked on in disinterest. Ignoring our plight and the unfairness of it all and the atrocities the English committed. America included. Our mother countries, Germany, Netherlands and France too. Nobody cared. Not about us, nor about the Bantu tribes or the KhoiSan, all suffering in this new "union". Nobody gave a damn about thousands of babies dying at the hands of English Soldiers, or took the British to task for their vile acts. Or forced them to give our Republics back. Nor our minerals or gold or diamonds. To this day our biggest diamond, the Cullinan diamond, sits in one of the crowns of the Queen. To this day they have never said a single word of apology to us for what they did to us. Or acknowledge how utterly despicable their behaviour was. 

Next, I'll discuss what followed. The folly and reasons behind what the world called Apartheid.

PART XVII: Apartheid

At this point, I'm going to skip a piece of history, as it is better discussed later on. Suffice to say, that at the same time and for the same reasons, we had a very similar Rebellion of our own against the English in 1916 when the first War started, than the Irish did.

And again against the English mining bosses in 1922. That time period cemented our wish to get away under their control again. That was our dream, to just rule ourselves again, and not be part of their “Crown”. We had our own King, Jesus Christ. We did not bow to theirs.

My people suffered greatly after the war. They lost their farms and children and freedom. They were left poor and destitute and broken. Then it was world war I, Spanish Flu and the Great Depression a decade later. All things that set us back. But eventually, around the late 1930's, we were slowly climbing out of the hole we were in. People said we picked ourselves up from our bootstraps, because we did it with nothing. The English did not help us or supported us, nor restored what they burnt and looted and stole.

The English took control of Southern Africa after the war of 1902, and created the “Union of South Africa” in 1910 that included all the areas and Republics of Afrikaners, Zulu's, Xhosa's, Sotho's, Tswana's, etc. They wrote laws, which was basically the beginning of Apartheid, setting out how these different groups were allowed to interact with each other. And then the vile land act of 1913 was created, that set out where different groups were allowed to live and work.

Our burning desire was to be free from the English. But we realized... times have changed in the world. We cannot do it via the first 2 methods anymore. Fleeing into the wild, creating our own Republics like in 1830, nor have a war with them again like in 1860 and 1899. So we chose a new third option that became available those days. Politics. Oh, we hated politics. We still do. But with determination, we got into it and started our fight.

In 1948, we were successful. It took us almost 50 years, but at long last, we regained at least political power over ourselves. It was huge. It was wonderful. We celebrated!!

Then, we made a big mistake.

Instead of breaking the Union apart into all the separate countries it used to be 40 years previously, we kept South Africa as a whole and made it a Republic. We thought all the areas too integrated to separate immediately. We decided on a plan to disengage all the different parts over a period of some decades, and called it Separate Development.

We wanted our freedom, and so did the Zulu's, the Xhosa's, the Sotho's, the Swazi's. All the different groups wanted their own Kingdom's back, where they lived and ruled before the English created the Union. But so many, many of them moved to the cities of our old Republics to work in the mines. They were now dependent on these incomes to feed their families who lived in their homelands. We couldn't just kick them all out, declaring it our Republic again in the middle part of the land. It wasn't their fault either, what the English did to all of us.

So instead of just abruptly splitting the whole country apart into the smaller countries it used to be, we kept the Union as I said, and made it one big republic in 1961, called the Republic of South Africa, or RSA. And we started on the Plan, Separate Development, where we wanted to develop every separate country or part, into a successful sovereign country, before breaking it apart.

So that those people working in our old Republics, would rather go back to their own areas out of free will. Lured back to their homelands, where there's also jobs and opportunities close to home. To where their families were. Xhosa's in Xhosa-land, which were called Transkei and Ciskei, Swazi's in Swaziland (Eshwatini today), Sotho's in Lesotho, Tswana's in Bopupatswana, etc. Every tribe had their own homeland, run by a king.

But in1948 when we took control from the English, those areas were very, very poor. Unlike the Afrikaners from 1900 to 1948, those tribes did not thrive and fought back. Build and create to regain their freedom. The areas were underdeveloped, poor and people just continuously flocked into the old Republic's cities, where the mines and jobs were.

We thus planned to first create a Republic, then homelands, then concentrate on uplifting each homeland, and once done and people start to move back towards their original homelands, we would break it all apart into what it used to be in 1899, before the war. And voila, we'd have our own Republics of those days back. Legally, without kicking people out, having more wars or such. Oh, we were so very very naïve!!!

So from 1948, we took control of the country's taxes when we gained the political upper hand. We started pumping huge amounts of money into education for all groups, and built loads of new hospitals, schools and universities all over. We trained teachers and doctors and lawyers by the bucket load. Quickly, we were a first world country, even capable of nuclear development, excellent weaponry, helicopters, tanks, etc. The country prospered at an astonishing rate. Our money was better than the pound and the dollar. Our development astounded and scared the other world powers. They realized we were quickly becoming a country to be reckoned with, and that scared them, because at that point, they still controlled the mines and didn't want to loose that source of wealth.

In 1963, the Communists infiltrated and used Angola to attack one of Germany's colonies in Southern Africa, which we were administering for them. Called South West Africa, today Namibia. We sent troops to help the locals defend themselves from the invaders, and just like that, we had a new war on our hands. Not of our making. We couldn't let the communist take control of Namibia, and kill the people in the North there mercilessly. We had to go defend the border. For 23 years we successfully kept Russia, Cuba and Angola out of our country.

In 1965, we tried to pull out of the World Bank, the Elite controlled money system. Our president was then assassinated in 1966. A smear campaign was started that still holds up today, against his good name. To this day, most people believe the way he was portrait. As the villain, as if he deserved to be assassinated.

By 1969, they started to destabilize our country from within. They infiltrated and used the ANC to cause friction between the different tribes and races in SA (South Africa).

We were fighting a revolution inside and a war outside, and still we grew us a power on the world stage. Despite the unrest, we lived happy and safe lives. Because we had a strong police force, and an amazing army. In the whole 23 years, we lost less than 3000 men in the border war. God was clearly still fighting for us, and with us. Protecting us. Our young men had mandatory service for 2 years after school, which were hard on them. It's not easy going to a war when you're 18 years old. Our police also faced difficulties with the unrest caused by the ANC. The tribes were not happy with waiting for the Separate Development plan to fulfill anymore. They didn't really understand it, and accused us of taking all control and denying them power in their own country. They started to demand that they were the majority, and thus the country should be theirs. That we were actually invaders on African soil, and should go back to Europe. It would be similar to Indians demanding Americans to go back to Europe! Except that we didn't annihilate the locals when we came to Africa. Else we too would've been a majority here. We're a minority, because we left them in peace and traded for land.

Things were falling apart for us again from the early 1980's. We didn't allow the tribes to have voting power, as they would vote the ANC into power, which mean we would, again, loose control over ourselves. We would again be ruled by a foreign group of people, in our own Republics. It was a mess. We so hoped we could get them to move back into their areas where they would then have voting rights in their own Republics, and we in ours.

But it was clear, our plan of Separate Development was failing. They were unhappy. And the world became unhappy with our plan. The people who moved into our Republics for work, were now citizens and demanded voting rights and refused to move back into their areas. We weren't able to lift their areas up to the necessary standards yet, as their population growth just exploded from 1948 when we took over and life expectancy improved for all as we climbed to a first world country.

Our population, the Afrikaners, went from about 1 million to 4 million from the 1900's. The Bantu's went from around 3 million to over 20 million by 1990. And they have since tripled that number (to 60 million), as well as added an estimated 20 million foreigners from Africa to their numbers. While we stayed around 4 million, and the English South Africans are around 1.5 million. About 3x what they were 100 years ago. The Khoisan is around 5 million, and the South African Indian population about 1 million. And a tiny % of Asian.

We saw the writing on the wall. We caved. We gave our power away, again, just like 1902. Knowing we would loose control over our own lives again. We tried so hard. We worked so hard. But it was not to be. Separate Development failed and the world were angry and called it “Apartheid” and called us racist. Without trying to understand the history and reasons behind it all. We were vilified and maligned. Footage were shown where riot police tried to control violent riots, where invariably the police were a mixture of black and mostly white, but the rioters were all black. So it was depicted as white on black violence over and over again by the world. Never showing what the rioters did and why the police had to control it. They also used to send their children even as young as 12 out into these “riots”. And then send the world footage of white police brutality against young black kids. Of course it was said “for no reason at all except that they were black”. The fact that the black kids threw bricks to the police, or used lead pipes to beat them with, was of course, kept silent. That the police sometimes had little other recourse than trying to stop the violence by acting against the kids, were shushed.

Oh, I have to interject. I'm not making excuses for the true racist events. Of which there of course WERE as well. We were about 30 years behind America. So just like in America there were white on black racisms in 1950, we still had that in 1980 too. We had separate bathrooms, drinking taps, public benches and train coaches. JUST like it used to be in America. We were just slower to get rid of it all. It wasn't right, and it HAD to go. It was demeaning, dehumanizing and unfair. But not always violent.

And yes, we also had violent incidents. And yes, sometimes there WERE white on black violence or brutality from the police or political front. Usually, these were dealt with. But of course not always in a fair way. As we had the political power and they did not. We misused our intelligence, just like is currently still happening in America. We were NOT innocent in all ways, far from it, we know it. And we apologized and tried to make it right by handing our first world country over to them. Just like that. Giving them a whole country on a silver platter.

We knew it all HAD to change. We knew that and were working towards these changes as fast as we could. If only they worked with us, instead of against us.

From around the 70's, the ANC realized that we're going to give power over. And they tried to situate themselves as the one on the receiving end when that day comes. To accomplish that goal, they had to get rid of the other contenders, especially their main contender, the IFP, the Zulu's Party.

So instead of fighting us, the Afrikaners in control, they went to Russia and were trained in the People's War. From the1980's, they then whipped the tribes up against each other. Especially the Xhosa-controlled ANC against the Zulu's. These 2 tribes had a history of warring against each other, so it was rather easy to do.

Under Mr Mandela's wife, Winnie, the ANC used a method they called “necklacing” where they would take people from their homes who they accused of supporting the “Apartheid government” (but who would just many times turned out to be a political opponent) and dragged them into the street. Then they put a car tire around their neck, fill it with petrol and set it alight. They killed thousands upon thousands of the Zulu's in this most gruesome way. That's when the Afrikaner riot police would be sent out, to stop this. To help the poor wretched victims. To catch the culprits. The world was shown this footage and declared us evil whites for harming innocent blacks. When they were sent in to separate 2 violent tribes hellbent on annihilating each other after such a necklacing.

We were unable to fight this propaganda war. Sweden had an office with a budget of millions of dollars, controlling what the world was shown about us. Europe, UK and the USA had a vested interest in destroying us, as an emerging world power, to keep control over the riches of this country. They knew we would eventually stop their looting of our wealth and privatizing our banks again. They could not allow this. So they made sure the world hated us.

They sanctioned us to death. And they vilified and maligned us as evil racist's who refused voting rights to their citizens based on color. It was true. We did deny blacks voting rights, as we were still idiotically holding onto our Separate Development plan. 

So we caved. We gave it all away. To the ANC who necklaced those they hated. Who had a communist plan to turn this into another Cuba or Venezuela. They told the world they wanted democracy, but it was never their true plan. They declared their communist goals in what they called the NDR in 1955 already, and to this day, they are working to achieve the goals set out in it.

Before the handover, we asked our leaders to at least make sure that our freedom to speak our language was protected, as well as to have control over our education and the ability to practice our religion without persecution. They promised us they would assure that. But their promises fell flat within 5 years after the ANC took control of South Africa in 1994, with our so-called new democracy, which I discuss here.

PART XVIII: Democracy

Once again, my nation realized in the 80's we're on the brink of loosing control over our own lives and affairs. We could either face a civil war, continue with the internal revolution and violence the ANC declared against the other tribes and us, or hand our country over on a silver platter to communists who hated us and pray for the best. The majority chose the last route, based on the promises made by our leaders. These promises unfortunately were lies, we realized some years later, when it was all too late.

Our war against Russia on the border of Angola came to an end, and the USSR and Berlin wall fell. But communism continued through the trained-by-Russia ANC in South Africa. They successfully took control of the country, not just their homelands, but our old Republics as well. The American Bankers and English Crown still had huge influence as well through their banks and mining companies and made sure behind the curtains, they could influence the country. As they knew they would be able to once we were removed.

Again, the English won in their fight against us over our resources.

Just like we did in 1948, the moment the ANC came into control of the country's taxes and laws, they set out to change things to their way. Their culture is very, very, very different from our Christian, Western culture. We adhere to similar rules as Europe did. Or rather, more American. Freedom, Christian-based values, individuality but within a community of like-minded people, Roman laws, etc. Where exceptions are rewarded, encouraged and sought-after. Inventions are celebrated, hard work is needed to succeed, etc.

The ANC on the other hand is tribal, communistic and socialists. To this day, they adhere to the ingrained cultural mindset of the King having all the power, make all the decisions and owns everything. The land, the women, the people, the soldiers, the riches, the food, etc. And he decides who gets what when. Usually, family is rewarded because they're family, friends and those most loyal are given more than the lower ranks. And anyone who shines too bright whose not family or friend, are squashed quickly as a possible threat. 

It's almost the exact opposite of Western way of life, where we celebrate and encourage our children to shine bright and be exceptional through hard work and talent. They teach their children to hide amongst the masses, to be like everyone else, and to just “get by” so that the King doesn't take note of you except if you're a loyalist or family. The King believes he have all the power, and makes all the decisions, and no one can oppose or advice him, except those he appointed as advisers. In a democracy, this does not work at all.

So we do not have a democracy.

We have a monarchy, where the internal ANC power struggle decide who will be “king of the day” for about 5-10 years. The fights are fierce, viscous and usually violent. Political assassinations are at the order of the day. Once the “king” is appointed as the president of the ANC and thus of the country, everyone falls in line and try to be a loyal tribesman and everything is structured according to this. The King appoints his family and loyalists into the positions around him, and they are little generals who in turn appoint their families and loyalists. All with the mindset that they now “own” all resources and have all power to make decisions over their subjects. And those who oppose them or who shines a little too bright, must quickly be squashed.

To have a Western power like my people who always work to shine bright and are taught through our Biblical values to oppose the wicked, thus constantly comes into opposition with these tribal Kings and Generals (called the President, cabinet ministers, CEO's, Mayors and other leaders in this "democracy-monarchy").

The fight has been brutal for 30 years. And because they now have ALL the political power, control over ALL taxes and wealth, we have had an exceptionally hard time to just stay afloat.

They declared us not true citizens of South Africa, but “colonists of a special kind”. We lost most rights we came to value so much during 1948 to 1990. It is now considered evil to have a school in only Afrikaans (our home tongue). They have (again) Anglicized all universities one after the other. They have declared the Bantu languages as native, but Afrikaans as “alien” to the country. Bantu comes from Central Africa. Afrikaans is the ONLY language ever to have developed inside the borders of South Africa, but it is declared as “alien” to South Africa!

We are back again, where we were in 1820. Our language is under attack and we are ordered to teach our kids in English, “to accommodate all”. Because to teach in Afrikaans is apparently excluding “others” who doesn't speak Afrikaans.

During Apartheid, there were 89 race-based laws. Today, there are over 120 race-based laws, all taking rights away from white people. We are not allowed to “over represent” in any place. Thus, only 5% of university spots are allowed to be white students. Only 5% of medical students are allowed to be white. So black students with 60% passing rate will be trained as doctors, rather than a 95% white student, if the number of white slots have been filled (this regularly happen).

We are not allowed to have state contracts except if we give 51% of all companies created by us, to a black partner that does not need to give any input. No capital and no other value. They just get 51% “for free”. If the company wants state contracts. We were pushed out of all state organizations and hundreds of thousands of us lost their jobs after 1994 purely based on their skin color. So many had to emigrate to find a job somewhere, because our own country refused them based on their skin color.

But the worst are the farm murders and crime.

During the height of Apartheid, in all of Africa, the crime rate was something like 150 people murdered per YEAR. That included all peoples, black and white. Apart from the political necklacing murders of the ANC.

Today, our crime rate is 64 people per DAY. More people were killed here in South Africa during the first 3 months of the Ukraine-Russian war of 2022, than Ukrainians were killed due to the war.

Rape has shot so high, that we are regularly called the “rape capital of the world”. With 150+ rapes PER DAY that's reported. Apparently, about 10% or less are reported. Little girls have a higher chance of being raped in their lives multiple times in this country, than being taught to read. That's the ANC legacy. Rape, murder, corruption, thievery, hatred, race-based laws against whites and trying to annihilate our language Afrikaans again. 

And their top achievement. Farm murders.

Anyone can google this. It's called a genocide by Genocide Watch. Our current president said to America: “There is no farm murders.” It was the biggest lie ever.
To be a farmer in South Africa is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world. It's more dangerous than being a mercenary in Africa. More dangerous than being a Ukranian soldier. More dangerous than crab-fishing or whale-hunting. Why?

Because they are hunted, tortured and murdered in unprecedented numbers. Of the 80 000 farmers we had in 1990, most have sold and left. Only 30 000 are still brave enough to try and farm. Of that, thousands are attacked every year. This year July there were 29 attacks in just that one month.

Many are murdered. And usually not just murdered, but tortured and raped for hours and hours. Burnt with hot irons or hot water. Cut. Bore holes into their bones with drills. Hit with spades or garden forks or lead pipes. Skulls crushed. Babies burnt alive or shot in front of parents. Little girls raped. Wives gang-raped. Eye-lids of the farmers cut off so that they cannot close their eyes to the horrors happening in front of them. Young boys drowned in scalding hot baths so that their skins have to be scraped off afterwards. I can go on and on. And believe me, I haven't even listed the worst of the worst cases. These were the “average” cases. Many times the victims were also elderly people of 70 or 80 years old.

It's beyond comprehension. It's beyond evil. It's the most horrific thing to have ever happened to us. Even worst than the English concentration camps. The impact this has had on my people's psyche haven't even begun to be described. We are all living in fear and horror and terror. We all have PSTD and trauma about it.

We cry. We have cried so many many many tears. Our hearts are breaking into a million pieces for our people. For our Boere, the farmers. They put the food on our tables. On the ANC's table. But they aren't protected nor valued. They are hated, tortured and vilified, and then it is denied to the world that it is even happening.

We have sent delegations to the White house, the UN, the EU, Netherlands and Brussels, France and UK and Germany and even Russia. We wrote books and made movies about it. We tell it all on social media. We make video's and wrote beautiful, heartbreakingly sad songs about it.

Still, the world is quiet. They refuse to help us, refuse to even acknowledge what is happening, because it is black on white crime and that simply cannot be said out loud in today's political world. So we have to suffer, to be murdered, to be laid on the altar of “political correctness”. Instead of the world standing up for what is right. What the Bible teaches us. To not kill. God said He loves the law. And He asked His church to always stand up for what is right.

He once showed me it has been a test for the other nations calling themselves by His name. We were the wounded person on the side of the road. The priest walked past (His church). The Jew walked past (His people). The Samaritan stopped to help. So far, we haven't seen the Samaritan. All God's peoples, all the nations, all the churches turned a blind eye and refused to help us. When we begged, pleaded, asked and cried for help. They all walked past us and let us be tortured and murdered. And God watched how His People, His Church, walked past.

We made a lot of mistakes. We should never have taken on the Union of South Africa, but broke it all into the original pieces in 1948. We should have realized sooner that Separate Development was failing and not try until the middle 80's to make it work. We should've stopped race-based laws with the world in the 70's and 80's, instead of hanging on to it until 1989.

We should've created a stronger place for us in 1994 before handing power over to the ANC. We should not have trusted our leaders, who were by then, infiltrated by the freemasons and communists. We did not realize it in time. We were blinded to so much and very naïve.

We were thus not completely innocent. Of course not!! The original idea of Separate Development may have been based on nationalism, but the reality of it was pain, hurt, oppression, vilification, hatred, violence and unfairness. God had to put a stop to it. God put kings in place. We were given, what we gave. We oppressed and used racial segregation. It was given seven fold back to us. We needed to learn our lessons and we did.

Blacks in South Africa also had to experience how it was to rule themselves. They can never, ever say they were not given a chance.

In 1994 a First World Developed Country were handed to them, with an unemployment rate of around 5%, filled state coffers and functioning state owned companies and enterprises that rated as some of the best in the world. Education was excellent, literacy skills unprecedented high, average life spans similar to Western countries.

Within less than 30 years they have destroyed everything. We are a third world “developing” country, with empty coffers and trillions in loans and debt. Every state owned company and enterprise are now bankrupted, destroyed, closed or corrupted. Unemployment is around 35-40%. Education is at an all time low and literacy skills dropped. Half of all children who starts school, ends it throughout matric. The rest all falls out along the way. Average life spans dropped and healthcare is worst than ever before. Hospitals are death traps.

It is impossible to describe to people how badly our country is doing. The level of destruction, completely lack of maintenance on anything, the destruction of services like police, army, marines, electricity, water purifying, building, research, education, health, etc.

Everything is destroyed or almost destroyed. It's a third world in look, feel, living and experiencing. It's dirty and dysfunctional. Service delivery lacking and even non existing in some small towns, with sewage water running freely and garbage not collected anymore. 

Only one province of the nine, is not under ANC control as most people at a municipality level, vote for the opposition party there. The DA rules the Western Cape and the difference is stark. There is service delivery, good education, better hospitals and even roads without potholes.

When I grew up, South Africa was a first world country. It was clean, fully functional, and I was safe. Hospitals were the best on the continent, and we even did the first heart transplant in the world. Education was as good as any other country, and our universities rated as some of the best in the world. Maintenance was done on time. We all had power every day and we sold to our neighboring countries. Now, we buy from them, and we cannot provide power all day every day, but have to keep it going with rolling blackouts regularly. Our farmers exported their excess, now, we import some food products.

It's absolutely heartbreaking to see how everything around you is destroyed. Literally, destroyed. Burned down or neglected to such a level that it falls apart. Very very sad to see. No street is without multiple potholes anymore. Bridges collapse. Trains has stopped running. Looters burn trucks on a regular bases. They burn schools and shops. They throw stones through windows and steal telephone cables and copper wires and even street lights. Nothing is sacred. If the opportunity presents, they steal, burn, loot or destroy. There is no national pride and zero respect for someone else's property.

Our hopes in the so-called “Rainbow nation” and “New South Africa” lies on a heap of ash. We gave them everything. We gave them our country, our Republics, our trust, and they repaid it with hatred, destruction, murder, torture, thievery and daily name calling. We are rejected, dejected, sad, confused and depressed. Many have emigrated because they just don't see any hope for their children left here anymore. As I mentioned, we too saw the writing on the wall and wanted to emigrate. Then God stopped us.

I could never understand why, until this past 5 years. When He started to reveal His End time Plans for our country, and my family. And again like always, I look back and now thank Him profusely, that He stopped us. I am so very very grateful that we didn't emigrate. And that's what I'll discuss soon. Our Future.

But first, there's one thing God asked me to do. Write a post about my mother, so I'll put that up next, but first, the process of how I got it, on here.