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I write with tears. Today, South Africa has lost a great spiritual leader and his family and loved ones have lost a strong loving force in their lives.
Reverend Leonard Maart was a humble man who raised a beautiful family and was very proud of his heritage and his community.
I’m going to try and not make this little tribuite about me, however, he influenced me greatly 25 years ago (when I first went to South Africa) so I thought this would be a good opportunity to share my experience with Reverend Maart from that time period in South Africa, that space, those emotions, apartheid, understanding Cape Town, etc…
I am compelled to question the political purpose of the recent Netwerk24 article 'Wit Afrikaner dra gene van slawe en Khoisan - studie' (White Afrikaners carry genes of slaves and Khoisan - study).
Ethno-nationalism between South Africa's black and coloured people, in fact ethno-nationalism between all people is growing, along with it discrimination and anti blackness that detracts from the common experience of a shared struggle.
After 2015's successful GARAS Vocal Ensemble tour of the Western Cape, KSAAG introduces The Southern Youth Choir from Namibia complimented by a line-up of Cape Town artists who bring an enjoyable diversity of genres to the stage.
The Southern Youth Choir which was established in February 2005 by Mr. Salomon Kinda in essence seeks to draw youth choral talent together and for that matter is made up of learners from the three high schools, namely J.A. Nel High School, Suiderlig High School and P.K. De Villiers High school from //Kharas Region in Namibia.
Those who consider themselves “coloured” have obviously not yet been liberated from the apartheid yoke, writes Lionel Adendorf.
The whole point of Bruinou.com's existence is not to be the entity arguing what people who are classified or self-identify as Coloured should or should not be called, but to be a platform where these identity issues can be discussed, so please don't shoot the messenger.
Cape Town - There has never been a race called “coloured”. There is no coloured culture, no coloured traditions and no coloured customs. And therefore, no coloured people.
These are the hard truths those who consider themselves “coloured” need to accept.
Don’t be fooled by my complexion, as a mixed-race individual I’m proud of my Black side, and no, I’m not wearing an ANC scarf hoping for a tender as I write this – it’s because by me knowing that side of myself I know there are certain values that are sacrosanct, I respect that, but I do not fight against my independent-mindedness - I know that adults must be given some leeway but ultimately they too need to earn respect.
Writer, poet, performer and teacher, Robyn Radcliffe in her observance of the young male from this population group deemed to be Coloured, captures the essence of what our young soon-to-be-men who are her brothers, your cousins, my sons, our future, have to struggle with.
In a world where we as adults argue and grapple with our group identity, they have to still find their identities as individuals.
The Warrior Who Would Never Be
by Robyn Jill Radcliffe
He sits in a stoic school-desk, the holding-cell of his conditioned behaviour
Feigning bright-eyed interest, a ruse formed from a carefully constructed veneer
Adolescent angst at logger-heads with awkward limbs hanging in slack derision
He shifts his angular frame, bound and confined to this "educational" prison