There’s a lot about race and politics in South Africa, there always will be, because this country had an especially rough beginning. Not rough in the sense of conquering hordes sweeping all before them, like the Vikings holidaying in present-day Yorkshire long before Newcastle FC was born, but in the sense of apartheid being allowed to ‘thrive’ in the mid-and-modern 20th century, so soon after the Holocaust. But as with the Vikings, and Hitler’s extermination policies while apartheid-proper was being formulated in the minds of its twisted architects, it happened.
Those times are gone now, we can’t rewrite history. The path ahead is a long one, especially when those in authority fall back on the race card to explain away corruption and inefficiencies. But whether in Belgrade, Burundi or Baton Rouge, we can write our own story. We are afforded the extraordinary privilege of ‘raising our kids right’ in the daily do of life. In the combined, legendary words of Crosby, Stills & Nash, ’Teach Your Children Well’.
” Teach your children well
Their father’s hell did slowly go by
and feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you’ll know by”
I particularly like a quaint, decidedly un-flash hotel on the Seapoint, Cape Town promenade near the Saunders tidal pool where my son was playing with kids he’d never met before. ‘Hey guys, can I play with you?’.
http://www.winchester.co.za/
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