A Thorn In The ANC’s Side

Photo Credit : Steve Hofmeyr

Until recently, silencing Steve Hofmeyr has been relatively subtle; tactful, delicate, diplomatic, discreet, cautious and understated.

Until recently.

These past couple of weeks has seen an overwhelming attack on his freedom of speech, his music, his right to stand up against corruption, his livelihood and has resulted in a series of injunctions, snubs and sanctions against him as a singer, entertainer and activist for the Afrikaner tribe.

Companies such as AIG (Afrikaans Is Groot), MTN, Toyota, Media 24, DSTV, only to name but a few, have withdrawn their “association” from him resulting in a nomination for a Ghoema award being summarily withdrawn; a song, Die Land, performed with four other singers. This supposedly as a result of a statement he made in 2014; (Excerpt) He was branded as a racist when in October 2014, Steve Hofmeyr wrote and published a tweet stating that he believed that black South Africans were the ‘architects of apartheid.’

Yet, here we are, exposed to hate speech, threats and promises to cease our lands by the South African government including Cyril Ramaphosa, Julius Malema, and the cronies of BFLF. Cases of hate speech, incitement to kill, violation of human rights etc. are all disregarded by the South African or rather, the ANC law because it is acceptable behavior. It is honored by our law that the minority South Africans, yes, the white South Africans are guilty of being white and that we, the Afrikaner tribe have no rights. Struggle songs calling for the slaughter of our tribe is up to the standard of the ANC government, Toyota, DSTV, MTN, AIG, Media 24 and so on, because we are white, we are hated and we do not matter. It has once again become clear that there is a direct attack on the Afrikaner nation, our music, our right to function and our right to life.

Therefore, I am sharing this extract from My Turn – South Africa.

You decide.

Steve Hofmeyr is one of South Africa’s best-known singers and songwriters and is also known for his acting career, writing, and poetry. He completed two years of compulsory military service before joining the Pretoria Technikon drama school. He starred in the 1990 Franz Marx film Agter Elke Man (Behind Every Man) and in 1992 joined the cast of M-Net’s flagship soap opera Egoli: Place of Gold.

He is also known for his role in Treurgrond (2015) which depicts a typical farm murder in South Africa, and A Case of Murder (2004). In 1997 his music career took off when he recorded a duet for his album True To You with Belgian superstar Dana Winner, called You Don’t Bring Me Flowers.

Steve won SAMA (South African Music Awards) for Best Selling South African Artist in 2003 and 2004. In 2006 he hosted his own show on Afrikaans channel kykNET, called Dis Hoe Dit Is Met Steve (That’s How It Is With Steve).

But first and foremost, Steve Hofmeyr is an activist for white South African farmers and has openly voiced his concerns and displeasure at the government’s inability to protect its farmers, and subsequently, protect the white citizens of South Africa against genocide.

He has made numerous claims relating to the murders of minority South Africans. He has openly claimed that white South Africans, and in particular, Afrikaners, are being ‘killed like flies,’ and has regularly posted on social media that ‘my tribe is dying.’

He posted a picture to social media of a World Cup soccer stadium, which he claimed could be filled by the number of white South Africans murdered by black South Africans.

But, his attempts at creating awareness for a vulnerable community has come at a steep price for him personally. He was branded as a racist when in October 2014, Steve Hofmeyr wrote and published a tweet stating that he believed that black South Africans were the ‘architects of apartheid.’

This prompted a significant public backlash. One of Hofmeyr’s critics was puppeteer Conrad Koch, and through his puppet Chester Missing, he launched a campaign calling on companies to boycott their sponsoring of Steve Hofmeyr.

Steve Hofmeyr has accurately given statements indicative of apartheid denialism, leading various journalists and political analysts to label him a ‘disgrace to South Africa.’

He was quoted as saying that he could trace his African roots further back than Economic Freedom Fighter leader‚ Julius Malema could. This led to several festivals and events boycotting the star.

Steve Hofmeyr has been branded a racist simply because he is unapologetic when it comes to defending the Afrikaner South African and campaigning for the rights of white South Africans.

He is branded a racist for publicly and accurately pointing out that white farmers are murdered by black South Africans.

He is branded a racist for his role in exposing genocide in South Africa and speaking up on behalf of minority South Africans. He has admitted to getting up to seven death threats an hour.

Steve Hofmeyr has shaped a level of anger amongst black South Africans with his penetratingly angry outburst over Willemientjie Potgieter’s execution and the murders of her parents.

A chilling message was written in Sotho on cardboard at the Potgieter home, ‘We have killed them. We are coming back.’ This message was found on the gate of the farm where three people were brutally killed in 2010. The victims of the murders were Attie Potgieter, 40, his wife Wilna, 36, and their 3-year-old daughter Willemien. It was surmised at the time that little Willemien was shot so that she wasn’t able to identify her parents’ killers.

Three farm workers were arrested and later, in townships in the area, three more suspects were arrested for the murders, one which was only 17 years old.

The Potgieter family were murdered in their home on their 11th wedding anniversary. Arno Potgieter from the neighboring farm, Van Tondersrust, spoke about the murders of his brother, sister-in-law, and Willemien, ‘It is still half unreal. It was a terrible, terribly big shock.’

After her mother was killed, 3-year-old Willemien was presumably taken to an outside room and shot in the back of the head. The body of Willemientjie as she was fondly known, was then carried to her mother’s body in the main bedroom where her mother had been shot in the back of the head. Willemien’s body was found with a pink ribbon still tied to her hair. In the house, a plate of food was in the microwave.

Attie’s body was found outside his home, next to a fence at the back door. He was presumably surprised and hit on the back of the head with a sharp object, possibly a panga, and in addition, he was stabbed with a garden fork. When reporters arrived at the scene, his body was covered by a pink blanket, where he died.

Giving testimony, pathologist Dr. Robert G Book said that Attie had 151 stab and laceration wounds. Wilna’s injuries revealed several deep lacerations to her head and a gunshot wound to her neck. ‘Indications were that the woman and child were shot at close range,’ he said. When asked by state prosecutor Jannie Botha on his first impressions of Attie’s body, he said that the deceased ‘had been tortured to death.’

He said the injuries could have been caused by tools such as a garden fork, panga, spade or sharp knife; other injuries could have been caused by a brick or stones. The State alleges that the six attackers assaulted Attie outside his house with knives, a garden fork, and a panga, killing him. They then attacked Wilma and Willemientjie inside the house before shooting them.

Steve Hofmeyr directly blamed the ‘propaganda of entitlement’ amongst black people for the brutal massacre. He was quoted as saying, ‘I don’t know how the world thinks we (the Afrikaners) can transform, integrate and let go of our prejudices and stay nice, tolerant Christians when blacks can shoot a 3-year-old child in the head.’

Threats against Steve Hofmeyr became public after voicing his disapproval of the brutality of the Potgietermurders. One threat against Steve Hofmeyr was from Noxolo Nox Sebe, ‘I’ll be very happy if someone kills Steve Hofmeyr. His racist anti-black attitude and behavior are irritating. Now he is accusing us (blacks) of being killers of white farmers. Fuck him, because white people were the ones who stole our land and wealth and murdered millions of our people in the name of civilization…’ Zama Kwela wrote, ‘I agree that white swine must be killed!’ Lola Bam wrote, ‘Steve Hofmeyr has declared war against us. I agree with Skhura; either he goes to Australia, or he perishes!’

When asked by Yolisa Mkele if he was a racist, Steve responded with, ‘I’m being called a racist every time I distinguish between races, but I see it as being racial. We made it taboo to even distinguish between white and black.’

In 2017, a concert in New Zealand that would feature Steve Hofmeyr as one of its headline acts was cancelled following pressure from South African expats angered at his inclusion.

Johan De Villiers, who is based in Amsterdam, said that ‘on receipt of the information detailing Hofmeyr’s controversial comments and positions on various issues, there was a cancellation.’

Earlier in 2017, a concert by Steve Hofmeyr which was initially scheduled for February 11th at the Nederburg Wine Estate was canceled after an appeal to the estate by Johan De Villiers to ‘scrap the event.’

It was later revealed that these cancellations and subsequent boycotts were due to nothing more than the fact that Stever Hofmeyr continued to sing ‘Die Stem’(South African National Anthem prior to 1994) which was supposedly ‘insulting to black South Africans.’

One of the largest South African Festivals Steve Hofmeyr has been banned from is Afrikaans Is Groot. This occurred when Pick n Pay and Jaguar Land Rover South Africa decided not to renew their sponsorship of the Afrikaans Is Groot concerts.

Klein Karoo and Innibos Arts Festivals have said that Steve Hofmeyr abused their platforms for his own opportunistic political propaganda and that they don’t want him back.

This was all for the singing of Die Stem. ‘Die Stem van Suid Afrika’ is a poem which was written in 1918 by CJ Langenhoven, a great Afrikaans writer, and cultural leader. Music was later added to the poem that speaks of the beauty of South Africa and the devotion to making South Africa a better country.

Die Stem became the national anthem of the Union of South Africa in 1957. The song is included in the FAK songbook and is seen as a cultural treasure of the Afrikaans language.

This all for campaigning and advocating against the ANC government regarding the murder of white farmers; this all due to his fervent attempts at creating awareness of white genocide in South Africa. By holding onto and fighting for the survival of his and the Afrikaner heritage, Steve Hofmeyr has been accused of ‘taking various steps to spread racial hatred and commit defamation against black South Africans.’

In 2016, Café Dudok, a restaurant in the Netherlands, refused Steve Hofmeyr, though he had been scheduled to give a talk about the ‘future of Afrikaners.’ Cafe Dudok barred him from the premises after being made aware of Hofmeyr’s so-called ‘white supremacist views.’

In 2016, The Cape Town Press Club invited Steve Hofmeyr to deliver a speech, but due to threats by leftist’ groups, his invitation was retracted. Below is an extract of his speech which points to South African genocide.

10. I believe we are trying to bury the dangers of black violence by saying things like ‘Black Lives Matter,’ ‘Blacks Can’t Be Racist’ and then failing to publish crimes along racial lines as they do worldwide. The countries of our (white) European descent sport a 2/100,000 murder rate. South Africa, besides being the rape capital of the world, also sports a 33/100,000 murder rate; so don’t mind me if I tend toward paranoia when farm murders occur at 5 times the national average (more than 150/100,000) which is already 5 times the world average and 15 times the European average.

You can make me go away if you prove these trends wrong or present me with the fact that whites are responsible for these statistics and that therefore black appeasement and white punishment is generally justified.

11. I am not sorry at all if I believe that these staggering rates are genocidal. I am not sorry at all that I said that my people simply are not used to these levels of rape, by others, on us. Everybody is free to determine their own tolerance and threshold to these brutalities.

The common answer I get is that whites are murdered less than others (as if that satisfies our new threshold) or that we are all victims. Yes, this we know, but are we all perpetrators? We will never know. The point here is, if I’m wrong, and we overreact, we will solve it, and if you as a liberal are right and we under-react, you will get the statistic you deserve. Which is the hardly-bearable status quo.’

Given Steve Hofmeyr’s active campaigning against what the government calls ‘Alleged Boer Genocide,’ he has been labeled a racist and accused of creating panic amongst white South Africans and subsequently, barred from various national and international events.

Steve Hofmeyr says,

‘In 2014, I was banned from singing a song that is not banned. After banning me from singing Die Stem, appearances and festivals in association with the ANC and DA (not all) excluded and banned me. So have radio stations owned by the ANC. Speedily, this resulted in me losing thousands in income.

It was Nelson Mandela himself that decided not to ban Die Stem. He would probably have known how childish it would be. Of course, songs can and should be banned.

Songs such as Kill The Boer that entice citizens to murder the opposition. Who doesn’t understand what? Die Stem is a song that asks for peace within a nation and homeland. It asks for prayer in thanks.’

You decide …

You, The Darkness


It wasn’t in a single, defining moment; it wasn’t on a ghostly morning or an eerie evening; there isn’t a date or a time to isolate the precise instant I found myself standing in the midst of infinite darkness with only as much as a dull spotlight shining weakly out in front of me. Me. Us. We.

It seems pitch black all around me. My eyes sometimes struggle to penetrate the darkness, no matter which way I turn. It is as though I am lingering in an absolute shutdown of light, but for a diffused glow around me.

It weighs heavily on my shoulders; it feels as though the darkness broods and rotates around us all. As I listen to loud and demoralizing threats, the sheer depth of our seclusion and isolation takes me to levels of fear I had never known before.

As much as I try to run away from it all, I am relentlessly slammed into indistinguishable barriers by those unholy voices and the piercing laughter the darkness presses upon me.

The gateway to hell isn’t supposed to be a place. It’s supposed to be somewhere in an alternate reality each of us lives in; our minds. Yet, here we are. South Africa. Here, where fires continue to ravage lands, buildings, roads, highways, cars and people fuelled by greed and the addictive lust for power. I can’t turn my back on it; none of us can; so here we are, in the gateway of hell.

You, the darkness of South Africa, waging this battle against us, are trapped in fear of us as you build walls of indifference and seeking status to hide your vulnerable self – striking out at us with every ounce of aggression you and your people can muster up.

You speak lies as if you are convinced it will turn into the truth; desperate to remove years of culture and history. I hear you speak and imagine writing another book, before I burn it to cinders because either it burns, or we do; I choose us.

Through the fear of your people and like venomous broth for the masses, you began a process many years ago to condition the children of your kind to hate an entire nation of the human race; us.

Families burying their children and grand-children are left with hatred; their own kind of abhorrence. Laying them down with their own hands while lowering their tiny bodies with their eyes closed into the soil of the lands you are fighting, and killing us for. Through tiny, heartbreaking tears that escape the corners of their eyes, they kiss their babies one last time before dirt covers them to signify the end. They will never come back. They will never have one more last chance to do it all over again. These children will never get to say goodbye and they will never, ever place their arms around those they’ve left behind. At that very moment, love leaves the bodies of those still here, forever. That’s where they cease to function. That’s where their worlds have come crashing down on them. That’s where the tears end and bitterness and revulsion is born.

Hatred becomes a repugnance, a rebellion of all that was once good. Never would you see such hatred in our kind, except where love is betrayed, destroyed and murdered.

But the hatred of you and your people disguises itself as a balm to a wound when in truth, it is fuel for already-burning flames. It guarantees more hostility, more pain and more death while decreasing your humanity, not ours; any civilization that you and your tribe may still have left.

It passes from you, to your people and their children – from one generation to the next and it waits in the shadows of racism, hatred, senses of superiority and reverberation of tribalism making your kind more primal than human.

I must ask; if all our homes are abandoned; some by those desperate to keep their lives, or some by those buried in the soils of these lands, will our history books talk of how you commanded the enemy and how you failed your nation; all of your nation? Will it tell the stories of the homes of ordinary people living ordinary lives, serving under one God and how dearly they paid simply because of their love and loyalty to their homelands?

When all the schools are attacked and destroyed, would you try to reason with your people lacking intellect since there is nowhere to teach them?

As the last of the coffins are moved down the streets carried by mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, sons or daughters, will you still hold us culpable of being apartheid supporters, for no other reason than for the fact that we are white?

When our country; the country that has stood for centuries lies in ruins at your feet, will you consider that your day of reckoning has just escalated to a whole new and treacherous intensity?

Do you hear the piercing screams as your people tear through us like razor sharp shards of glass; desperate, terrified, heartbroken and hopeless?

I must ask; when you hear of a child viciously murdered, do your eyes widen or does your pulse quicken only a little? Do you consider the day their hearts pounded to a pulse that was no longer to the rhythm of their souls and how every turbulent beat from within echoed the breaths they were gasping to take?

I must ask; how many white crosses must there be and how many more names must be printed on them? How many more bodies must be lowered into the ground before your hatred of us; your desire for money, greed and power begins to subside? How can you be so unresponsive to brutality, cruelty and savagery?

I must ask; do you know that your reckoning will ultimately defeat you and your people?  

We know that your deception, dishonesty and corruption is used as ammunition against us, making us and keeping us as opposites.

We know that you and your people have been infected with the deadly poisons of greed, power, vanity and self-interest. We are aware that you have contaminated our nation and that you cannot love God, and therefore, you cannot love our country.

Do you know that no matter how powerful or severe; how brutal or cruel or how influential you are, we still choose God. We choose love. We choose compassion, kindness and empathy. We choose life and we choose our lands, our people and our culture. We choose God over power, and, we choose us.

We are not afraid of death. We know where we are heading. It’s only another chapter in our story; one where we get onto the next path and keep walking with no stains or tainted souls; with not even a memory of you.

When its all over; when there is nothing left and when your line has been drawn, what will you face when you meet death and walk down that foggy path leading you to darkness? Will it engulf and overwhelm you, suffocating you from all sides? Do you know that there will be no moonlight to cast light on the road ahead for you? There is no safe passage for you; there is no coming back from your mortal sins. Will you grow tired and rest on the damp ground below you, with the tears of those you have failed gushing from your eyes? What will you see when the furnace door opens for you before you are sucked into the flames, to burn for all of your eternity? Will you hear the cries of the mothers, the fathers’ desperate to negotiate the lives of his family or the child screaming in the darkness for mercy? Will you see the faces of those that have been tortured under your immoral reign and will you live the fear they had to face, only moments away from death? Will you live through the anguish of each soul lost because of you, and your people?

I know that you will.

Alice VL

Us; For You, South Africa

South Africa, we stand up and salute you with honour and pride. So many have been stolen from us by your enemy, and those that remain, continue to get up each morning just to lay down our heads each night, under your skies and under your stars. You serve your countrymen just like you served our fathers before us. You nurture our lands for our sons to cultivate after us; to grow up contented and free just as we did and just as our ancestors did before us.

We wake up each morning, here where our souls live, just trying to be fathers raising sons and nurturing daughters. We spend our days offering our everything to someone else, and we close off our nights just to do it all over again tomorrow, here where we call our lands home.

Bright and early we begin our days; dressed in old pairs of jeans, scuffed pairs of boots and old straw hats that the sun beats down on from sunrise to sunset. We don’t do it for the wealth or the bills we must pay; for there is no glory in farming our lands, yet, we do it anyway.

We work our fields for our sons and for our daughters; we get up each day and work tirelessly on their future. Just as our fathers had once carved out our dreams for us, and just as his father had carved out the same dreams for him.

For your enemies have emptied the streets that once bustled with life. Women in bright dresses have laid down their baskets and no longer search through windows for fine clothing and little luxuries. The laughter of children playing amongst crowds have become silent and all we are left with are filthy streets and eerie echoes that wail out in the distance.

The enemy continues to march over fractured sidewalks, leaving empty shells and broken windows on their paths to destruction. The tense hatred as they hurriedly find their next target to scorch, hangs like a dark, sickening smell in the air.

South Africa, as they continue to burn you down, spill our blood in your soil that flows into your rivers and seas, we no longer cry or fear like we used to. We are mourning with you, our beloved home – our beloved South Africa.

Our war isn’t about soldiers carrying guns, preparing to meet the enemy on level playing fields. It has come to find us by the colour of our skin; it seeks out our mothers, fathers, children and babies. It seeks to destroy all that is Godly and all that we call home.

So, while the enemy fights to push you closer to the end; in the soil of your lands, in the heart of our country, we will draw the line. We will hold up our heads, all the way from our farmlands to our towns.

We’ve had to rough it out once or twice before and while we are faced with the darkest of days, we are going to tough it out once more for you, our sacred home. From our cornfields to our cattle; from our sunflowers to our wheat, we will once again rejoice in our home-country pride.

We could never be run out; for our souls wander and roam these lands. This is where our freedom lies; this is where we fall to our knees and look up to the sky. This is where we find our grace. This is where we find our strength. This is where we get up, stronger and braver than before.

From every mountainside and every ocean shore; from the bush to our forests, we will bow our heads once more, fold our hands and close our eyes. Our mountains and our hills; our valleys and our wilderness, our forests and our deserts, our coastlines and grasslands leave us breathless as it reminds us of what we are struggling for. The best of the entire world is under your sun, and it is what our fathers gave their lives for.

We have faced ferocious thunder storms and intense rains, but nothing has prepared us for the wickedness of your enemy, our enemy. In the cowardly faces of your rivals we see the malice in their eyes; we feel the hatred as our African skies turn to darkness. We suffer the shadows in their souls as their hunger for blood and destruction grows stronger. Yet, they have already lost to us; we aren’t able to surrender. We have never been taught how to admit defeat as we linger on our knees and cast our eyes upon the heavens of God and of country.

For, with every beat of our hearts, our love for you grows stronger, and with every beat of the enemy’s heart, their hatred intensifies, yet, weakens them.

The opponent we face from our knees; a battle we can never lose; a combat that will again, set us free from those who have become our attackers; those who lead armies against your men and those who are blindly led into robbing us of our freedom, our lands and our lives.

As courage continues to grow and trickle inside of us, we extend to you, our country, our love and our loyalty, our hearts and our souls; the inferno in our breaths as it fills the air with thunder and lightning so that we can lay down the flag the enemy uses to cover the shame of destroying your people, in your name and as if it’s God’s will. We lift our arms to our home to cherish your history so that we can romance our heritage once again.

For the call to warfare is something the world would never hear us say, instead, we hear the call from our hearts.”