Showing posts with label Colonialism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colonialism. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 08, 2022

On Repeat

My understanding of South African history and the clashing introduction of Europeans was very different from the “New World” rushes where adventurers were promised a land of plenty. Almost everyone at that stage was working the land of the VERY old world in some form. None of this modern “what do you want to be when you grow up?”. 

Some people did well out of that, but the vast majority were struggling along. The “teach a man to fish” parable probably still worked because all the fish weren’t *explicitly* owned. On top of struggle, there was war. 

The Xhosa Wars/Cape Frontier Wars were a series of nine conflicts from 1779 to 1889. After the Napoleonic Wars, the English got more involved. Britain was facing serious unemployment problems, and sent a group of poor “1820 Settlers” to set up in the middle of where this conflict had been. 

A bunch of wars followed to set up various people’s dreams of unity. To create identity. 

Fast forward to the question, “why spend so much time thinking about history?”. Why not move forward? Leave the past in the past. I spend a lot of time thinking, and rethinking, through my history. I believe it frames how we think and decide. 

Learning history is like group therapy. Decisions and behaviours all happen in context. Many of our choices are simple repetitions of what we saw done. Repeated, repeated, repeated, till they are a part of us. Even if we can come up with made up justifications if challenged, we don’t understand why we do everything we do. 

Most of our choices are automated. Life is too complicated and intricate for us to constantly reflect on everything. A lot of our wisdom and bias is inherited.

a setting for war


Friday, October 30, 2020

Blerrie Complicated

PK and “The Power of One” created a vivid picture of overcoming struggle, and of Oxford and the Rhodes Scholarship, for me. Cecil John Rhodes casts a shadow over South Africa with a bloody complicated legacy (or blerrie complicated, as my Grandfather would say to avoid swearing). Which includes an Oxford-like university in Grahamstown called Rhodes, surrounded by places like King William’s Town, Queenstown (where my Mom was from, with family on both sides of the Anglo-Boer war), Port Elizabeth and East London, in the area where the 1820 Settlers arrived after the Napoleonic Wars. Smack in the middle of a 100-year conflict between the Xhosa Kingdom and earlier European settlers. Rhodes’ statue also used to preside over the Rugby fields, looking with South England ambition towards the mountains, outside my leafy residence at the University of Cape Town. I applied for the Rhodes Scholarship, but didn’t get an interview. I still ended up in Oxfordshire on a different path. Living just outside the city in a small medieval market town called Burford. A Buhr is an old English fortification. A ford is a river. Crossing rivers. Crossing continents. Crossing cultures. Unpacking blerrie complication.

Statue Removed, Shadow Remains


Wednesday, September 09, 2020

Beyond Contest

Meritocracy is supposed to be a push back on Hereditary Privilege. The idea of social mobility where you can still make a success of life and “climb” even if you are born into difficult circumstances, “if you deserve it”. Money and consumption as a measure of personal worth. One of the mistakes made during the European Colonial era was a pissing contest revolving around Civilising Missions. Different colonial pretenders trying to spread their world view faster as a superior form of civilisation. Simplifying our drive down to a road from savage to sage. Progress. Development. Upliftment. A linear step ladder. Assuming we know the goal. Meritocracy says it is still okay to divide people into groups of better and worse, as long as there is a path to move between them. We obviously want the people we care about, and ourselves, in the best container. Incentivising us to create more than just for ourselves. Barriers to entry and exit protect people from instant and true meritocracy. This constant weighing and measuring stops us from seeing. Money is made with Capital in Containers that solve Problems. But the good things in life aren’t problems, and personal worth isn’t measured.



Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Always Connected

Different waves of European Colonization rose from the failure of the Crusades (and the expansion of the Ottoman Empire), and the successful Reconquista (end of eight-century long Islamic rule). Cut off from the Silk Roads and Indian Ocean Trade, the religious zeal of church-sponsored missions, and the promise of wealth spurred the commercial Christian adventure seekers. The same modern mixture of “higher purpose” and “a way to pay for it”. The Old World had deep and wide connections, but restricted movement for control seekers. The first wave from 1402 (Canary Islands) to the British annexation of Kandy in 1815 focused on Trade Posts and the New World. The American Revolution, collapse of the Spanish Empire, and defeat of Napoleonic France changed the game. The Great Powers of “New Imperialism” had the fire power of the Industrial Revolution, Trade, and “Civilising Missions”. Each believing in their better version. In 1885 around a table in Berlin, “effective occupation” made these powers insist on direct rule of indigenous people to recognise claims. Then they started punching themselves in the face in two world wars, which loosened their grip. We have always been connected. It is just who is in charge and the stories they tell that change.


Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Key Person Risk


We live in a world where there aren’t enough jobs, and migration into rich countries is presented as a problem. This isn’t the way the world always is or was. Hut Taxes were introduced by British Colonialists as a way to force the required labourers into the monetary economy. Households had to send members to work for the colonialists in order to raise the cash to pay the tax. Liberia’s Hut Tax led to the Kru Revolt in 1915. The Bambatha Rebellion of 1906 pushed back on the British Employers in Natal (The Colony) when the Zulu people of the Mpanza Valley (now in KwaZulu-Natal) rose up. The challenge with a pass-the-parcel economy with globally stretched supply chains, and institutions (Nations and Companies) that have permanence and excess negotiating power is when a person’s “place in the chain” becomes redundant. Companies talk of “key person risk” but employees are the ones who live that risk. We live in a world where individuals don’t have the buffers of cash and capital of corporate balance sheets. Risk management starts from the bottom up.



Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Laager Mentality


What is it like to be a bat? Thomas Nagel asked this in an essay exploring the limits of our ability to understand things beyond human concepts. We can’t be a bat. Even other humans are hard to understand. The world we see, and understand, is cumulative. Words get shared meaning. Sentences reflect experience. Big ideas tie small learnings together. Conversations build on each other. Which makes it hard/impossible to understand people without that work. A “Laager” is a fort made of a circle of wagons. Laagers were used by the Boers during the Great Trek of the 1830s. After the Napoleonic Wars, the British took control of the former Dutch Colony on the South West tip of Africa. Clashing worlds led to a mass migration of Dutch-inhabitants to avoid British administration. When the wagons came under attack, they would draw into a circle with the cattle and horses on the inside. A Laager Mentality is a defensiveness, however valid the complaint, to circle around your own to protect them. To protect the world you understand. Right or wrong. Bat or man.



Monday, June 15, 2020

Longue Durée


I still consider myself monolingual even though I have a childlike grasp of a few other languages. I believe you learn languages through embodiment. For the last few months, I have been following the Fluent Forever method of training my ear, tongue, and facial muscles to do French. It is a physical process. Deep soaking. The reason History matters is that much of the way we respond to the world is deep soaked. We don’t just wake up and decide who to be. A new French word I have learnt is “longue durée”. Long Duration. Giving priority to long term historical structures over the short term time frame that is the domain of the chronicler or journalist. I can’t wake up and decide English isn’t my mother tongue. If you want to understand me, you need to get to know me. Personally. But I would be fooling no one if I said my history didn’t matter. If I want to change, that is where I am changing from.



Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Sea and Hill

Trev:
I grew up in Apartheid South Africa as it was gasping for its last breaths, and as the new South Africa was filling its lungs for the first times with a new cry. The road from Durban to Pietermaritzburg winds through Kwa-Zulu Natal with what were the white suburbs on either side, and the separated suburbs a little further back. One of my defining experiences was being taken to Umlazi as a 17-year-old. A place of almost half a million people, hidden behind a hill I never ventured beyond. There, but not. Gradually my high-school class filled with people from outside my bubble. I finished school when South Africa was just about to turn 4-years-old. That was my first experience of Global Apartheid. Seeing that the sea is just a big hill.

Simon:
It must have been weird living in such a backward society. I grew up in England, which is a proudly liberal. Britain has an awkward history too, but we are able to have a good laugh about it. It feels good to be proud of my country. It must be horrible to not be proud of your country. We have been on the right side of history in the end. You need to let go of your history in the same way. You shouldn't let Apartheid define you. It wasn't your fault, in the same way as England's history isn't my fault. I can be proud of the positives now, and move forward in a society that is equal.

Trev:
That doesn't sit well with me. I am proud of South Africa, but not in a Nationalistic way. When we first got the new South Africa flag, I was all-in for the story of Nation Building. I have lots of pictures of myself with a "Y-Front on my face" as the Barmy Army would put it. I was also one of the loudest singing the love child of Nkosi-Sikeleli iAfrika and Die Stem. When I got to the UK for the first time (a gap between school and uni), I was actually pretty annoying in my "South Africa is so amazing"ness. The problem is, it feels very much like the feeling I had growing up if you just focus on the positives. Life in a police state is backward, but all you know.


Marco:

I don't know. That's all too much like lecturing to me. Life is too short. I have enough problems of my own to focus on. What exactly is the point of carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders? A Liberal Society lets everyone just crack on with what is important to them. There is nothing holding anyone back. It is all about getting the right mindset. If you are constantly looking for excuses, you will find them. No one owes you anything. If you want something work for it. That applies to everyone else too, so I don't see why I (or you) need to feel any responsibility for sorting other people's issues out.

Trev:
I do think mindset is important. Except our mindsets aren't our own. We are part of a community, and we don't just move as individuals. It isn't as simple as snapping out of it. I don't think we necessarily recognise just how valuable being part of a set up that lets you focus on your own problems is. I love the UK. It is an awesome place, but I don't think there is sufficient reflection on issues like Colonialism and Imperialism. I don't think there is sufficient discussion about how we empower people to have similar opportunities to take advantage of the progress the world has seen. Even within the UK, I don't think it is as meritocratic as those who have succeeded believe. It is easy to say we get what we deserve, when we have succeeded.

Andrew:
Would you like some cheese with your whine? Colonialism and Imperialism happened a long time ago. Anyway, I wasn't part of all that. My parents and their parents also struggled. England was colonised by the Vikings, the French, and various European Monarchs had their turn. William of Orange was Dutch, and the latest lot are German and Greek. Russia was colonised by the Mongols. The Slavs, where we get the word Slave, were as white as Prince George's bottom. Look at Singapore and Rwanda... if you stop making excuses and start taking responsibility, your situation changes. Whine just gives you a hangover. At what point do we get to move on?

Trev:
I do think there is a balance. Yes, responsibility is important but some of the obstacles are structural. It is very hard to see why it is hard to break out of those restraints when you aren't under them. Particularly us as white, English-Speaking, males, who went to decent schools, and were part of strong communities. The world is largely set up for us. Even if we stumble, and go rogue for a while. We'll have buddies and family to help us up again. It can't all just be about sorting ourselves out. There must be some sort of shared responsibility.

Arthur:
There is shared responsibility. It's called tax. It's called the Welfare State. At some point people need to wipe their own bottoms. I am so tired of being told I can't have an opinion on anything because of my genitalia and lack of tan. I am also tired of being told I don't care, or am evil, because I just want to get a job I am good at, build a life I want to live, do things I enjoy, and pay a truck ton of tax along the way to a state that can help others who don't have the advantages I do. What more can you expect from me?

Trev:
Except taxes are National. It is the Umlazi problem I started with. The world is Global now. In the same way as I grew up where the "Whites Only Areas" were sustained by Black Labour. Building borders and sinking boats is just a way of creating open-air prisons. The UK is a country of migrants. The US is a country of migrants. The EU has a long history of migration. Instanbul, in Turkey, was the capital of the Roman Empire. Alexandria in Egypt, one of the centres of learning. How can we just focus on Nation States? Surely there is a better form of community.

Max:
Because Nation States are the most effective form of Government we have come up with. Because not participating in  "Civilising Missions" is the lesson learned from failed Colonialism and Imperialism. Because Free Trade is the best way to let other countries sort themselves out in their own way, in their own time. We haven't exactly had a sterling history of military interventions in imposing ourselves on others. Borders will gradually become more invisible as and when it is safe. You are living in la-la-land if you think it is fine to thrust "progress", whatever that is, on people. Or to expect people to put at risk all they have built up, to let whoever wants to come, in.

[Simon, Marco, Andrew, Arthur, and Max are fictional]

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Seasons and Hobbits

A visual and visceral reminder that I am a Soutie is the change of seasons in the UK. I grew up in Durban where it was usually hot or very hot. Back when cigarette companies were the cell phone companies of advertising, the Gunston 500 (now the Ballito Pro) was a surfing competition held in the middle of winter. Seasons were defined by the Sport we did at school. Two seasons of Cricket to bookend the year, With Rugby as it cooled (slightly) and Athletics as it was warming up.


The UK seasons are much more defined. In the Winter, office dwellers can miss the sun completely if they don't come outside for lunch. It can rise after you get to work, and set before you leave. In the middle of Summer, people can still be knocking a ball around outside closing in on 10pm.

I now live with my right foot in the Cotswolds (my left foot in South Africa), which is basically the Shire from the Lord of the Rings. Hobbits love to garden and each season has its plants with an extended winter rest. The surrounding farms also change very distinctly with each season. The trees losing their leaves completely can change the views from bedroom windows, sometimes hiding neighbours (when the sun is out) and sometimes leaving that job to the dark.

On opposite sides of the rock, but sharing the sports of Cricket and Rugby... the annual internationals are a reminder that one person's summer is another person's winter. The year ending Northern Rugby tour always comes after a long season of battering up against the other former colonies. Then the favour is returned when fading Roses end their season up against fresh and bright-eyed Boks down South.

I like seasons. A time for rest, a time for focus. Periods of intensity, and periods of calm. Life tends to throw bucket loads at us sometimes. It can feel like too much. That is why a connected world is great. When a community can look after each other as our ups and downs cancel each other out.

As the seasons pass, the garden grows. Each new season building on the last. 

A little patch of home in the Shire

Monday, October 29, 2018

Kinshasa

King Leopold II is a strong contender for the person responsible for committing the most evil acts in human history. The Congo was his personal property after the 'Scramble for Africa'. He used a Mercenary Army to extract vast sums which were redirected to construction projects in Belgium, becoming known as 'The Builder King'. Consensus is that these buildings cost about 10 million Congolese lives. Leopoldville was renamed Kinshasa in 1966, after a village that was in the area. Today Kinshasa has an urban population of around 12 million people. It is the largest French speaking city, recently surpassing Paris. It is on the banks of the second longest river in Africa (after the Nile). On the other side of the river is Brazzaville, which is the capital its neighbouring country. The second closest capitals after Rome and the Vatican City.


Friday, October 26, 2018

Mumbai

Some people get Microwave Ovens as wedding gifts. Bombaim means good little Bay in Portuguese. In 1661, Charles II of England was given the seven islands of Bombay, when he married the daughter of the King of Portugal. The indigenous people of the islands were the Koli. Places became the personal property of Monarchs. Never mind who lived there. The King leased the islands (which then had a population of around 10,000 people) to the East India Company. Major roads, railways, and reclamation projects transformed Bombay into a significant port on the Arabian Sea. Economic and Educational development lead to the City becoming a central point in the Indian Independence Movement. In 1995, the City was renamed Mumbai. Mumbadevi is the patron goddess of the Koli people. It is now one of the top ten centres of global financial flows, generating more than 6% of India's GDP. The business opportunities attract migrants from all over India (more Continent than Country with a population of 1.3 Billion) making Mumbai a melting pot like many Global Cities around the world. It now has a population of between 12 and 21 million people, depending on the boundaries you believe in.


Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Passionate Threads

Community is often built around a passionate shared interest in something a little weird. I recently started playing with a Rubik's cube. It turns out there is a whole community of  people out there obsessed with the thing. For outsiders, you are strange. It takes a bit of effort to learn why the object is so appealing.



When I was a little chap, activities were sometimes quite gendered. Our class was given the choice between knitting and woodwork. Pink left, blue right. I chose knitting and was (it was 1990's South Africa) mocked for being gay. I never understood why choosing the activity that meant I would be spending my time with girls rather than boys made me gay.

For a few years, from the age of 24, I was very into Poker. I used to host open home games, and play in various community tournaments. Again, the friendships I made were with people I probably wouldn't have come across if I had just stuck to my knitting.


Poker at Trev's

I once heard a comedian talking about Rugby, 'The problem is,' he said, 'half the teams are us!'. It's true. Once you cover England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales. The remaining main teams are the colonies (South Africa, Australia, New Zealand) and the colonisers. France colonised England in 1066, and the first King to have English as his mother tongue was English rather than French was Henry IV (1399). The Hundred Year War between France and England made it convenient for the upper classes to create separate National Identities.

Much of my travelling around the world has been to English speaking countries. That is because it was mostly attached to work-related events. In addition, when people venture away from home... language is clearly one of those passionate shared interests. Many of the scatterlings of Africa have headed to English speaking places.

As part of those travels, I like to walk around places. 'Urban Hiking'. It is a great way to get to see and understand places, that satisfies the frugal chipmunk in me. It is quite embarrassing when you end up in a far-flung place that feels more 'like home', than many places at home.

This is because a legacy of Apartheid is that culturally, I was part of the 'imperial tentacles'. Rugby and Cricket are something I am very passionate about. They are also things that Aussies and Kiwis are passionate about. This gives me an immediate Rubik's Poker Knitting conversation advantage. I have a something to connect to people on the other side of the world with.

When I go back to South Africa, and attempt similar walks, it is a challenge. Like America, South Africa spreads wide and far and much of the travelling is done by wheels. This means that roads connect various bubbles and it is very possible not to have to step out of your bubble. The car is very much a tool of separateness. 

A friend of mine stayed for a while in an area of Cape Town called Langa. His name was John. One other white person had ever stayed there. His name was also John. Many of the children who saw me while I was visiting assumed my name was John... because that must be what white people are called. Yes actually. My middle name is John. It also happens to be my fiancée's surname. But no, when you get to know white people, they aren't all called John.

Despite all these bubbles, they are relatively easy to prick. If we find common passionate threads. Something to Geek out on together. If we are able to choose Knitting over Woodwork because we want to spend time with the 'other group'.


If whatever rules us chooses a new mother tongue.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Racist Dog

Most of us didn't learn our Mother Tongue academically. We didn't learn the rules. Instead we waded through years of confusion as repetition, imitation, and emotional connection gradually built up a deep web of triggers. It isn't the conscious rules that let us know what to say, or how to understand something. We know. In our bones. We carry on learning, but it takes years and years to unlearn some of the behaviours we got from those years before we can speak. From the years before we learnt to think for ourselves.

In South Africa, there is sometimes an issue with 'Racist Dogs'. Owned by people who genuinely believe they are open-minded and part of the post Apartheid world. Yet no one has told the dog. All the dog sees is that people who aren't white get treated differently.


One of the tools of Apartheid was 'Die Swart Gevaar'. My surname is Black and so that has regularly been given to me as a nickname. It means 'The Black Danger/Threat'. I preferred 'Die Swart Donkey' because I am stubborn, ignorant, and noisy.

'Die Swart Gevaar' was a propaganda tool to keep people afraid of ending Apartheid. To keep the dogs racist. The dogs didn't meet individuals who were friendly (but not servants) from other races. Neither did the people. We were kept separate. Prejudice is just short-hand for the category you put things into that you haven't spent the time learning about. Dogs learnt that Black people they didn't know were dangerous.

Nowadays, I often see 'Die Swart Gevaar' applied to talk of the spread of Islam, or the rise of China, or any other number of categories we have very little understanding of. Places where people all look the same. They all look the same because the dogs inside us haven't learnt to tell the differences.

Islam is an Abrahamic religion. The values are Judeo-Christian. The history of warfare is the Abrahamic history because the people have shared a continental landmass for millennia. Until the Mongol invasions overthrew Baghdad, a 500-year Islamic Golden Age saw the coming together of scholars in 'The House of Wisdom'. Arabic became the language that pulled together the learnings of the entire Old World, stretching from Beijing to Portugal to Southern Africa. We didn't learn about Baghdad at school. We learnt about a whitewashed Rome.

No one told the dogs.

Prejudice is no more something you can unwind through a decision, than learning a language. You can even be trying very hard. You can decide you don't want to be sexist, or homophobic, or racist and try very hard 'learning the grammar'. That isn't how you learn a language. You learn a language through friendships and falling in love. You learn a language through developing a web of emotional connection.

I grew up in what I thought was a more liberal part of Apartheid South Africa. I still believe it was more liberal. Yet the prejudice was very much alive. A number of people have come out as homosexual since we grew up that (understandably) hid that the entire time. Boys and Girls were divided into separate high schools, but even at junior primary and senior primary level, there were separate playgrounds. People in senior positions at work were men. Moms were in charge at home. Hours and hours of deep soaked differences where Boys and Girls were in different categories to be treated differently.

I believe the intent of racist dogs is wholly honourable. The racism they show is actually love for their owners. They are being protective. It is still not acceptable. They will not change through one loving discussion. Gently they need to be shown that the world is not as they were taught it was. Fears need to be unwound. Anger needs to be unwound. Pain needs to be unwound.

South Africa is going through this process. The United Kingdom is going through this process. Colonialism, Imperialism, Racism, Sexism, and various other prejudices are dying. I am a Soutie who lives straddled over both. Trying to see the good intent in people, while being firm that that is not enough. Realising that I need to do the work on myself to unwind the prejudices that I have despite believing I am a pretty decent chap. Giving others that same benefit of doubt.

Good intent is a start. It is not enough. Participating in the process is. Loving each other is.

Monday, August 27, 2018

Self-Insurance

Many Insurance Companies started life as Mutual Associations. In South Africa, one of the oldest is still called the Old Mutual. It was where I started my working life. The origin story of the profession I joined started with Scottish Widows. During the Napoleonic Wars, some prominent Scotsmen got together in the coffee shops of Edinburgh to make provision for their widows if something should happen to them. John Fairbairn, who started the Old Mutual, was born in Scotland, and attended the University of Edinburgh at around the time Scottish Widows was born.

I am writing this piece in the Isle of Skye in Scotland. I drove up through Pitlochry, Braemar, Blairgowrie and Blair Athol. These are all names I am very familiar with. I grew up in Westville (Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa) and one of the primary schools is called Pitlochry. The main road through the heart of Westville is Blair Athol. My house at Westville Senior Primary School was Braemar.


Many of us live hand to mouth. This makes it a real problem if the hand gets damaged (or buried). Rather than simply a person to be loved, people become a source of income. A Provider. Traditionally, we were reduced to roles we had to play. Relationships as jobs and responsibilities. Men became the money, the muscles (or bodies in wars), and the sperm. Women the cooks, cleaners and mothers.

I am a believer in building Engines and Buffers that remove these expectations. Where you can still fulfil any roles you choose, but there is some agency in it. It isn't a transaction.

Community is our most natural provider of Buffers. That is what Mutual Societies were. Before people started expecting the Government to look after them, they just did it themselves. They got together and made a plan.

When I started working at Old Mutual, I took out life cover, disability insurance, and severe illness cover. At that stage, I didn't have dependents or a mortgage. The thing that scared me the most was the inability to work. For most of us, that is our biggest asset when we start out. Work isn't primarily about fulfilling the yearnings of our souls. It is about food on the table, and a roof over our head. When you can't work. That is a problem.

Figuring out the amount of cover I needed was the seed of my future early retirement. I gave some thought to how much I would need if I couldn't expect myself to be the breadwinner. I then got that cover, and at the same time started building that Engine myself. If you build up Capital, it gets to the point where you are free from that underlying fear of what if something goes wrong. You can Self-Insure. You can handle bumps and dips without needing to look to the community for help. You can't Self-Insure if you live hand to mouth.

I now believe in building Community Wealth Funds. This is the same thing as I did for myself, but closer to the coffee shops of Edinburgh. Where people come together and build together. The Westville I grew up in was part of Apartheid South Africa. The Pitlochry some of my friends went to, and the Westville Senior Primary they joined me at, were for white children only. That ended in 1994, and gradually children from other areas started joining us. Gradually a new community started being built.

At the moment, most people in South Africa don't have Engines or Buffers. Most people in South Africa are defined by their roles as Breadwinners and Homemakers. We are more than what is expected of us. With time and building, we can release ourselves.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Bad Ideas Die

The Congress of Berlin was held in 1878. It was there that modern Colonialism was born. The New World had gone after independence, and so the European Powers needed to expand their influence in the Old World. They drew up borders cutting up Africa. 

As part of this policy, Britain wanted to replicate the Federal model of Canada where it had influence in Africa. Cecil John Rhodes wanted a British territory that extended from the Cape to Cairo. That is about 7,250km. About the same as London to Mumbai. At the time, South Africa was not a country. Britain fought a series of Anglo-somebody wars to make it such. Local resistance was fierce. A policy of burning farms to destroy supply lines, and Concentration Camps for the women and children (Scorched Earth) gave victory at the cost of entrenched hatred from the Boers. The Zulu armies also inflicted substantial defeats first time around, most famously at Isandlwana, before the British used internal differences to support rivals to power. Conquered, South Africa became a Union in 1910.


Like the American South, there was a lot of appeasement to be done after the wars. Union Building meant that the losers had to be allowed to feel proud again. This was all at the time of the rise of resentment-driven Nationalism. Dutch was the preferred language of the Boer elite before the World War I to World War II years. World War I killed Empires. World War II killed Colonialism. The post-World War II years saw the rise of Nations built on anger. Built on a desire to be proud. No one won the second World War. It started when Stalin and Hitler invaded Poland. Stalin never left. The Cold War that followed got mixed up with De-colonisation and the rise of Nationalism. It mixed competing economic models with rising Identity Politics.

The Berlin Wall fell when I was 9 years old. It was a different border, but equally as divisive. It was the life-blood of the Apartheid Government which was supported as a buffer against Communism. I was 14 when South Africa transitioned from the Apartheid Government. 1994.

South Africa is dealing with multiple centuries-old wounds. History has been written and rewritten to suit whatever unifying or dividing story was being peddled at the time. Not much is commonly known about the 2,000 year expansion of Bantu people. Not much is known about the 1,000 years of Islamic trade, cultural exchange, and religious expansion. Not much is known about the History of people who lived prior to printing press. Or who owned the printing press, and what message they wanted to spread. Not much is known.

South Africa's wounds are not only local. They are mixed with the same blades that have cut up the rest of the world in different ways. Some countries are dominated by ex-Slave populations. South Africa was the boundary of people who pushed away from Slavery. That maintained independence right up until the late 19th century. Some countries are predominantly the descendants of Slave Owners. In some countries, the population mix changed because of the arrival of Indentured Labourers from India. See the Caribbean. See Durban. Even that dynamic of the difference between Indentured Labourers and Slaves causes tension. The rights of Indigenous peoples versus the rights of people who came, not as Colonisers, but by force.

The Cape Colony shared a lot of history with Indonesia and Malaysia. The Cape still shares flavours with South America, where there was a long history of mixing of locals and those who came by sea. Creole languages hundreds of years in the making with the tastes of many ports. Before the French Revolution and the Enlightenment invented the idea of 'The People'. The positive being Democracy. The negative being the need to separate people into false groups based on made up stories like race, religion, and language. Before the American Revolution cut ties from distant Monarchies. Then both the French and the Americans proceeded on 'Civilising Missions'.

I am a Soutie. I have one foot in the United Kingdom, and one foot in South Africa. My bits hang in the sea. Social Media means I am still connected daily to the very raw conversations about unravelling the Cold War, Imperialism, Colonialism, Apartheid, Racism, Privilege and various other obstacles to people getting along. At the same time, I now live in a divided Britain that spends most of its time calling the other side names, and not much time listening. A wealthy Britain that is still not happy. A Britain that spends a lot of time navel gazing, and not much time reflecting on this complicated past of which it was very much a part.

As I look on this long history of pain, I am actually incredibly positive. Our challenges today look insurmountable. Unless you step back. Unless you see the things in our recent history that we have conquered. Concentration Camps. Scorched Earth. Empires. Colonies. Slavery. Indentured Labour. Scientific Racism. Wars of Religion. The world is less racist, sexist, homophobic, and generally intolerant than it has ever been. Bad Ideas may seem to spread faster, but we are getting better and better at killing them. If we identify people not by the bad ideas, but by our shared ability to improve. Our shared resilience.

Bad ideas die. That is worth celebrating.


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Things Fall Apart

Published in 1959, 'Things Fall Apart' was way ahead of its time. It is a poetic and layered telling of both the strengths and weaknesses of traditional cultures without being binary. Conservative cultures build up wisdom for dealing with the waves of life. Rituals, relationships, and religions that try give some sense to the challenges we face. Historically, we haven't been good at opening our eyes and ears to the depth behind our beliefs. We have hurt each other. We have hurt ourselves. The great thing about being human is we can learn from the stories others have lived. They may not mirror ours, but the rhythms that drive us share an underlying beat. Improving the quality of our self-reflection.

Friday, June 22, 2018

Inkqubela phambili

'i-Mud Hut Fallacy' kukuba umntu omhlophe weza eMzantsi Afrika waza wenza inkqubela. Kukho iingcamango ezahlukahlukeneyo malunga nokuba kutheni abantu abamhlophe (kwaye kungekho enye indlela) abaye benza iikholoni. Ukukhangela kwiindlebe zeembali ukuba ingcamango ihluke. ENgilani yayikholoni yiFransi ngeenkulungwane. Abazange bashiye. Ngaphambi koko, IIngles yayikholoni iBrithani. Abazange bashiye. Ngaphambi kwaloo nto, amaRoma yayikholoni iBrithani. Ekugqibeleni bafuneka bahambe xa iRoma iwahlukana. Ukulwa nabantu abathiwa yiBarbarians. Ekugqibeleni amaBarbarians aqalisa kwakhona uBukumkani Oyingcwele baseRoma. Abantu baseNgesi ngumxuba. IsiNgesi ngumxube. Oku akuyikukhomba umnwe kwiqela labantu njengento embi. Wonke umntu ukhangekububi (kwaye kakuhle) xa sivula iincwadi zeMbali. Siwa phantsi. Sifunda. Sibuyela kwakhona. Ungalokothi ulibale. Inkqubela yileyo wonke umntu.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Mare Nostrum

L'unificazione dell'Italia iniziò solo nel 1815, dopo le guerre napoleoniche. Fu completato quando Roma divenne la capitale del Regno d'Italia nel 1871. Gli stati della nazione hanno bisogno di una storia di origine "Batman Begins". L'Italia ha scelto la brusca fine dell'Impero Romano d'Occidente 1.400 anni prima. I poeti avevano risvegliato i cuori nel Quattrocento, parlando di "antico valore nei cuori italiani non è morto", e Machiavelli cercava un leader politico che la "liberasse dai barbari". Ironia della sorte, dopo che la storia fu creata, l'unificazione dell'Italia portò la convinzione che il nuovo paese meritasse il proprio impero d'oltremare. Nostaligia è stata stimolata a dipingere il quadro del Mare Nostrum - reclamando le coste del Mediterraneo.


Monday, June 11, 2018

Natal

Os portugueses foram os primeiros europeus a explorar o litoral da África do Sul. Tendo desistido de séculos de cruzadas, o mar oferecia uma rota comercial alternativa ao Oriente. Essa foi a justificativa comercial. Parte da justificação religiosa foi Preste John - um mítico rei cristão, isolado do mundo cristão pelos muçulmanos vitoriosos. Bartolomeu Dias foi o primeiro europeu a navegar pela costa, mas os portugueses não marcaram presença. Angola e Moçambique mais tarde se tornaram o foco português. Eu cresci em Durban, Kwa-Zulu Natal. 'Natal' fornecendo um lembrete da conexão portuguesa. O comércio com os portugueses em Mombasa enriqueceu o fundador da Nação Zulu - Shaka. Como Portugal, a Grã-Bretanha é relativamente pequena. As histórias coloniais são diferentes. A corte portuguesa mudou-se para o Brasil em 1807. No século XIX, a Grã-Bretanha dominou as ondas e Portugal voltou a ser pequeno.

A Família Real embarca para o Brasil

Thursday, June 07, 2018

España y Sudáfrica

Durante mucho tiempo, España fue la potencia mundial dominante. Crecí en Sudáfrica, donde cualquier impacto duradero no es inmediatamente obvio. España dominó las Américas hasta una combinación del movimiento de independencia después de Napoleón y la Guerra Hispanoamericana de 1898. Sudáfrica también fue afectada por la Guerra Napoleónica. Fue entonces cuando Gran Bretaña miró al sur. Llegaron los 1820 Settlers y comenzó una serie de Anglo-Somebody Wars hasta que se formó la Unión de Sudáfrica en 1910. Para entonces, España ya no era un gran negocio. Creo que entender el colonialismo español ayudará a entender los pasos necesarios para ayudar a sanar mi propia patria.