What if I was born white?

There are things we don’t say, there are things we are too scared to talk about. We tip toe around sensitive topics because we don’t want people to feel bad. Hey Mr White Man, I know you didn’t earn everything you have in your life but don’t think I’m trying to make you feel badContinue reading “What if I was born white?”

What if White people were criminals too?

Now before you think I’m throwing stones, let me first remind you that I do live in a proverbial glass house here, I too have deeply ingrained prejudice that is at times very difficult to shake, so I write this now more to explore my own thoughts than anything else. But before I get aheadContinue reading “What if White people were criminals too?”

Icons of Apartheid

I’m at a fairly dodgy neighbourhood haunt. Not dodgy in the way that might get you killed but dodgy in the way that you feel a distinct need to wipe down any surfaces before touching them. There is a group of us around the table and the mood is jovial, it is a Friday, theContinue reading “Icons of Apartheid”

1991: The first Black children are allowed into White schools

I want to say that the 90’s was a weird period in time, but to use the word “weird” to describe South Africa during the 90’s seems insipid and trivial. Of course, to describe myself and my experiences during the that decade, insipid and trivial hits the nail on the head. So, let’s go withContinue reading “1991: The first Black children are allowed into White schools”

Diversity? I think not

We are sitting around the table when a colleague makes a remark about how diverse we are as a group and how this is indicative of how far we have come as a country. I go from calm to fire breathing dragon in a matter of seconds. I’m not sure why I reacted the wayContinue reading “Diversity? I think not”

“The food’s not bad for a furniture shop”

I love going back to the city I was born in, every time I am “home” there is something new to learn, something new to experience, even though this is the city that shaped my life. This last trip was no exception. Like most South African’s I associate my home town with the infamous andContinue reading ““The food’s not bad for a furniture shop””

There goes the neighbourhood

I am excited, maybe even beyond excited. I’m a child getting an ice cream excited, in fact I’m a child eating ice cream excited. A mixed-race couple has moved in next door! Now wait, before you think that I have never seen or been in the presence of a mixed-race couple, let me assure youContinue reading “There goes the neighbourhood”

The poor whites

My mother is the kind of woman who adopts just about anything and anyone. She is selflessly generous if you find yourself in need and I had grown up with her voice in my head constantly saying “treat others how you would like to be treated”. So very early into our democracy, I was shockedContinue reading “The poor whites”