One thing that fascinates libtard tourists to South Africa is how Blacks live in shacks in townships next to affluent White areas.
If you tell them that Blacks prefer it that way, then they look at you as if you are stupid. How can any human being want to live in a shack?
I know it sounds strange to libtards, but it is the truth as Lonmin Spokesperson Sue Vey said:
“We have learnt our employees don’t want houses. They want to go back to their home countries and province… They choose to live in informal settlements.”
About 20 years ago in 1996 I once asked a group of educated Xhosas why they don’t go and live in a White area and put their children in White schools away from township violence and drugs. I mean they all had the money to do so and were all driving BMW’s and were educated.
They looked at each other and laughed. So I asked them why they were laughing? They proceeded to tell me that they prefer to stay in the township amongst their own people. They like their culture and way of life.
So I asked them why they cannot do that in a White area? They said to me, “Mike, believe us…you don’t want us to live next door to you.”
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I said why not? I mean they seemed to be fairly nice guys and educated.
“Mike…in the township we start drinking on Thursday night, because Friday nobody really works and goes home half day. Friday night we slaughter a goat in our back yard and then braai it. Then the REAL drinking starts. Then the music gets LOUD, really LOUD. The method of braai is also different to how White people braai. A chunk of meat is just briefly scorched in an open fire, not grilled over coals. Once everyone is drunk, you just take a bitch and shag her behind the shack. Her consent is optional. The drinking does not stop until all the alcohol is finished, normally on a Monday morning at about 03:00 AM when everyone goes to sleep to be ready for work at 08:00. During the weekend, fights break out; people get ‘moered,’ stabbed, axed and shot. This is township life. We like it like this. Can you see, Mike, why we say you don’t want us as your neighbour?”
I said: “Well, now that you put it that way, I think it is better if you stay where you are and I stay where I am.”
They all nodded their heads in agreement. That conversation, I will never forget. It was one of the things that cured me of liberalism.
But you tell this story to libtards from overseas, they don’t believe you. They believe Blacks are just like Whites. They believe Blacks in SA are poor and only live in shacks, because they cannot afford anything better.
You tell them that these Blacks living in shacks have a house or two in Transkei and a RDP house in the township that they rent out for extra money (some have several houses they got for free) they don’t believe you. To a libtard…It just cannot be that a Black would rather rent his free houses out and go live in a shack himself.
All I can say is: This is Africa. Leave them alone.
Libtards then protest and say:
“No, you should educate them. Teach them to save their money and not spend it on alcohol and dagga. Give them more money” …etc.etc.
Why? Because libtards always want Blacks to be like them. They believe they can change Blacks into copies of themselves, but just with black skin. What they don’t get is that blacks don’t want to be like them and actually resent their attempts at changing them.
It might come as a surprise to most people that Blacks of South Africa during Apartheid had an immense respect for President Paul Kruger and Dr. H.F. Verwoerd whom they worshipped as gods, but they had no respect for the liberal Jan Smuts.
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Blacks never know where they stand with liberals whom they perceive as being nice in front of them, but try to undermine them and stab them in their backs.
In Credo Mutwa’s books, Indaba, My Children and My People, he says that Blacks basically reject liberalism and do not trust liberals, which also corresponds to and was affirmed by my own interviews with Blacks. (Indaba, My Children – Chapter: “The religion and beliefs of the Bantu – II”, page 624)
Wrote Mutwa about the Blacks offering their assistance to Paul Kruger to fight the British:
“It is only one of the many stories told about the President of the Transvaal Republic, Paul Kruger, who was worshipped by the Bantu of the Transvaal. And when I say worshipped, I mean literally worshipped – as people worship a god. The irony of it all is that had President Kruger known that the Bantu worshipped him like a god (and they did so until recently in the Lichtenburg area), he could have won the Boer War. He had only to give the Bantu the slightest signal and they would have attacked the British troops whole heartedly.” (Indaba, My Children – Chapter: “The religion and beliefs of the Bantu – II”, page 610.)
Wrote Mutwa about Dr. Verwoerd:
“If a chief visits a place and immediately after his departure rain falls, he is regarded as being beloved of the rain-gods and he must be worshipped. This honour befell the Prime Minister of South Africa, Dr. HF Verwoerd. Good and unusual rains fell in Ovamboland immediately after he had paid the Ovambos a visit. This is a very dry region in South West Africa (Namibia) and the Ovambos immediately nicknamed Dr. Verwoerd their “Rain Father” and they started carving busts of him in their particular style.” (Indaba, My Children – Chapter: “The religion and beliefs of the Bantu – II”, page 657)
Wrote Mutwa about Smuts:
“It will surprise many people outside South Africa to hear that General Smuts, great statesman though he was, was not particularly well liked by the Bantu, while Dr. Malan and Dr. Verwoerd, and the other leaders of their government have had the Bantus’ respect. This is because General Smuts was never straight with us – he never had a clear-cut policy which we could understand, he never gave us anything to hope and live for – while the present government, for all its faults, is at least doing something definite to help us.” (My People, Chapter 18 – Apartheid, page 329)
It is only when the ANC and their Communist junk propaganda took hold of the minds of the Africans that they started to hate the Whites.