We will never be ready for this.

“Oh Alice … we were not ready for this!”

My greatest frustration lately is the words, “Oh Alice … we were not ready for this!”

When asked where I come from, the response is almost always the same, “Wow! Lucky you! What a beautiful country! What lovely people!” or “Oh, that’s where Nelson Mandela won his struggle for freedom.” But the response I get all the time is, “What a pleasure to meet someone from a country that has overcome apartheid.

I am always stunned by the reality that nobody really knows much about South Africa. Actually, I am flabbergasted and slightly disgusted. I so desperately want to blurt out that we have yet to overcome apartheid – we haven’t, but for the players that have changed.

And then it happens; I want the world to know. I want this sweet grandpa standing in front of me to know. I want the lady who has just asked me to sign a book, to know all about the barbaric and sadistic killings of the minority in South Africa.

Quite often, I am nudged and signalled to pick my words carefully, and not say too much. It’s upsetting, they say. People can’t digest such cruelty, they say. People just aren’t ready, they say.

But, I can’t keep quiet and once they have formed a picture of the heartless and evil killings of white South Africans, they stare at me in disbelief and shockingly utter the words, “Oh Alice … we were not ready for this” before they hastily excuse themselves and head out in the opposite direction, afraid that they might “catch the killings” – as though it is contagious. As though it will now invade their lives.

“Wait. What? You were not ready for this?”

How do I tell them that we weren’t ready for this either? How do I explain that those tortured and murdered weren’t ready for their worst, but living nightmares? That father whose eyelids were removed, forcing him to watch his wife and daughter raped, wasn’t ready for this either. The mother, who listened to the screams of her daughter being brutally gang-raped and the choking sounds a little boy made while boiling water was poured down his throat, wasn’t ready for any of this.

How do I tell them that nobody is ever ready for any of this, yet, WE are forced to live this. How do I get them to understand that when four or eight attackers burst through the windows and doors of a home, there is no negotiating; there is no postponing or re-scheduling an attack on them. There is no option to walk away. There is never an opportunity to inform their attackers that they “are just not ready for this.

How do I tell them that the scenes they play out in their minds can barely compare to the reality these families were forced to endure, before they ultimately die at the hands of evil? How can they understand that not one name on those crosses in a field in South Africa was ever ready to come face to face with the devil?

That little boy drowning in boiling water wasn’t ready for this. The mother of a 9-year-old princess wasn’t ready to hear her daughter’s screams while she was being chased and hunted through the corridors of her own home by her very own bogeymen. When a 2-year-old little girl is picked up by her blood-soaked feet after witnessing the brutal slayings of her parents; when she is held up by her beautiful red locks, shot through her head and tossed into a box, she wasn’t ready for this either. When a young lady in the prime of her life pulls off to the side of the road on a busy highway to change a flat tyre, she certainly wasn’t ready for her attackers that came out of nowhere and snubbed out her life.

So, while the world sleeps without having to check their doors and windows over and over again each night; while the rest of the world tosses and turns about their plans for the next day; perhaps looking forward to a planned holiday, or reminding themselves to schedule a meeting later in the week; maybe quickly working on a budget for a new car while choosing a school for their youngest or considering a college for their eldest, someone in South Africa is facing their greatest fear and they are not ready for the evil the darkness brings into their home.

Somewhere in the darkest of the night, a little boy is listening to his mother begging for the lives of her children. A little girl is desperate for her daddy to save them. A mother is trying to put on a brave face while she knows she is moments away from taking her last breath. A father, desperate to fight off their attackers and save his family is confronted with a dark, demoralizing reality; he is failing his family. It isn’t a fair fight. It isn’t his fault. It will never be his fault but still, they weren’t ready for this.

Nobody will ever be ready for this.

So, instead of walking away from the stories you aren’t ready to hear, consider those that weren’t ready to live it.

Much love,

Alice VL

A Message From South Africa

I remember watching a broadcast from Steve Hofmeyr a year or so ago wherein he addresses the world and speaks of South Africa as being the rape capital of the world. I remember him saying something to the effect of, “What would you do when you wake up as the minority in your own country?

I shook my head and thought that THAT would never happen. It couldn’t. The world isn’t stupid. They would see it coming and have a plan in place to prevent an imminent disaster. Isn’t it?

But then, it hit me right between the eyes; we aren’t stupid either. South Africans aren’t ignorant or stupid. What we are is a nation with big hearts and plenty of love willing to make room for all. What we are, is a tribe who didn’t see this betrayal coming! The minority in South Africa could never have predicted the slow progression of genocide that was implemented right under our noses in the early 90’s.

We were so seduced by Nelson Mandela and his promises of freedom; equality and a rainbow nation that we failed to see the disaster that began threatening our very existence over a period of 25+ years. We were intrigued by the newly-released Nelson Mandela who swore that there would be no more fighting and no vengeance by whatever the sins of our forefathers were. There would be no more hatred.

Yet, here we are. 2019. We are facing extinction. Our tribe is dying. We are persecuted. Murdered. We are excluded from the job market, schools, universities, health care and sports only to name but a few. We are hated. Loathed. Targeted. Blamed. Branded thieves and second-class humans. We are being held responsible for things that are claimed to have happened, but have never been proved. We are resented for the implementation of apartheid by the British – yet, abolished by the Boer. We are threatened and we wait for these threats to be carried out. All this is allowed simply because we are white. WE ARE WHITE.

We wait. Our weapons meant to defend ourselves, have been taken away. We wait. Our homes are infiltrated by attackers seeking to eradicate our very existence. We wait. Our police or military can’t and won’t protect us. We wait. No other country offers ALL minority citizens of South Africa a safe place and one more last chance. We wait. Countries are not yet ready to acknowledge that we are facing genocide. Didn’t the entire world have a hand in this?

Our president is silent, yet – he excuses the hatred spewed by the majority against the minority. He lies about land grabs, expropriation and the murders of white South Africans to the rest of the world. Not once has he spoken out against all the anti-white laws crippling white South Africans. Not once has he condemned the cruel and barbaric aggression towards white South Africans. Not once has he admitted that he and his predecessors have failed not only the white South Africans; but ALL South Africans. Not once has he condemned the hatred and incitement of murder through so-called struggle songs. Not once has he posed as president of South Africa but rather, as president of the ANC and enforces the ANC law.

I watch as US President Donald Trump is slammed and blasted for desperately wanting to protect America’s borders and port of entries. I watch as he is humiliated around every turn and corner when he speaks so passionately about building the wall to prevent unfavourable immigrants from making their way into a beautiful and flourishing country. I am flabbergasted by those who fight him on border control. Why does this horrify me so? Because, if South Africa had stricter border security and control, we would never have found ourselves in the position we are in right now.

Descendants from North African migrants are now in power despite the fact that the settlers negotiated, traded and paid for the privilege of settling in South Africa. Two wars were fought for that privilege. Migrants from North Africa flocked in and have taken control of our country and right now, they dominate through corruption, murder and hatred.

These are the people that should have been kept out. These are the people that have stolen our taxes, our mines, our municipalities, our schools, our law enforcement, our military, our hospitals and all that was once supreme in this country. These are the people calling for our slaughter. These are the people killing the old, raping our babies, torturing our women and children while cutting away the eyelids of our men so that they can watch unbearable cruelty before ultimately, killing them. These are the people that have infested our beautiful South Africa while destroying our heritage, culture and all that once made South Africa great!

Yes. You too could wake up a minority in your country someday and you won’t even see it coming. Build those walls. Enforce border security and wear your coat of white proudly – it isn’t shameful. Not everyone you give a home to, has good intentions. May South Africa serve as a reminder to all those opposing a president frantic to protect his country and his people.

If you cannot learn from these very expensive mistakes, someday – your history won’t matter and will be stripped from your schools and libraries; where generations from now will never know the true events of your country. The wars you once fought for the freedom of your people will mean nothing – as though it never happened. You will be nothing. Your life won’t matter and that of your family’s, won’t count.

You will face daily protests, rapes, murders, torturing and beatings. You will no longer be able to provide for your family and you will find yourselves in patched-together squatter camps. Your education system will fail. Your health care will fail. Your freedom will be lost. Food will become unaffordable. You will be confined to the four walls of your home. You will be hijacked on your highways and roads. Your teachers will be assaulted by the youngest of students. The old and fragile will be mercilessly assaulted and your babies will be raped just because they are white.

And while all this is happening … the world won’t do much of anything.

With love,

Alice VL