{"id":242362,"date":"2021-09-08T10:31:40","date_gmt":"2021-09-08T10:31:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=242362"},"modified":"2021-09-10T06:55:57","modified_gmt":"2021-09-10T06:55:57","slug":"no-country-for-white-pussies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=242362","title":{"rendered":"No Country for White Pussies"},"content":{"rendered":"

Linh Dinh \u2013 The Unz Review Sept 7, 2021<\/strong><\/h1>\n

In boxing, there are bangers and dancers, but the very best, a Meldrick Taylor, say, could concuss and rupture yet still pirouette with finesse. If you waltz too much, you\u2019ll lose fans. Even with a perfect record of 50-0, cake walking Floyd Mayweather has detractors.<\/p>\n

South African Corrie Sanders was no juking pussy. Although his main passion was golf, \u201cThe Sniper\u201d had enough balled viciousness to crumble opponents, including Wladimir Klitschko, with a hammering left. Retired, Sanders was murdered by three young Zimbabweans during a robbery at his nephew\u2019s 21st birthday party. Shielding his daughter, the bleeding Sanders told her to pretend to be dead.<\/p>\n

Even famous South Africans aren\u2019t spared of this country\u2019s casual mayhem. At 82-years-old, Nadine Gordimer suffered a home invasion by four blacks.<\/p>\n

The Guardian quoted the widowed Nobel laureate, \u201cOne grabbed me and had his arm across me. It was a muscular, smooth arm and I thought, \u2018Shouldn\u2019t there be a better use for these hands, this arm than robbing an old woman?\u2019 What a waste of four young men. They should have jobs [\u2026] He pulled off my ring. He held me tight, against his chest. I was very close to his face and could see he had very little beard. He didn\u2019t shave often. I would put his age at 18 to 22.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gordimer\u2019s solution, \u201cSouth Africa needs a huge jobs program, like what Roosevelt did in the United States. That will prevent youth from turning to crime.\u201d<\/p>\n

South Africa\u2019s official unemployment rate is 32.6%. For those aged 15 to 34, an astounding 46.3% are jobless.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>In Cape Town, the poorest<\/a> are generally in the black<\/a> townships<\/a>, with many living in shacks. The homeless, including coloreds and whites<\/a>, can be seen in nearly all neighborhoods, however. On Longmarket<\/a>, they collapse, with chichi Tjing Tjing and Mochi Mochi just across the via via. They sleep<\/a> right outside<\/a> the grand Parliament complex, with its equestrian statue of Louis Botha, \u201cFARMER \/ WARRIOR \/ STATESMAN.\u201d Despite protests and vandalism, Botha\u2019s still riding high<\/a>.<\/p>\n

At many intersections, there are beggars<\/a>, with some wearing shirts advertising businesses even. In Bellville, two white women approached me, with one pleading, \u201cWe are decent people, but my mother is sick today.\u201d Following me for a block and a half, a colored man kept hustling me for more change, so he could buy milk for his baby, he claimed. A young black man with carved giraffes stated, \u201cI\u2019m not a beggar, I\u2019m an artist, but I\u2019ve made nothing today. Please give me something, sir, for my baby?\u201d<\/p>\n

There are also \u201ccar guards\u201d who will direct a motorist to a parking space, help him park, rather unnecessarily, I\u2019d think, then watch over his car, for a small tip. If you\u2019re rude to one, he might just run a key along your gleaming BMW. As a rule, though, they\u2019re unintrusive, courteous and don\u2019t beg. Seeing all these black men in yellow reflective vests, I had mistaken them for municipal employees.<\/p>\n

Though bad enough, Cape Town\u2019s homeless crisis is not as visible as, say, in Los Angeles or San Francisco.<\/p>\n

One day before dawn, I walked two miles from Kloof to the taxi van depot. In the dark, I passed a bunch of people, all black, going to work. Three young women cheerfully chattered.<\/p>\n

On Upper Orange, stately houses lurked behind tall walls topped with electric fencing. Cold enough, I hunched. From inside a crude, weather-beaten tent, a man and a woman muttered.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>On Buitenkant, there was a wood fire<\/a> under a battered black pot. From the plastic-covered dwelling next to it, a stooping, thin crone emerged. Down the sidewalk, more disheveled hovels slumped.<\/p>\n

At a bus stop, a McDonald\u2019s ad for its Grand Chicken Special seemed like a taunt, almost. What a lusciously lekker stack<\/a>! I\u2019ve seen homeless of all colors digging through trash cans for food.<\/p>\n

Like in most European cities, Cape Town\u2019s downtown is anchored by its train station<\/a>. This has become a shell of itself, however. None of the electric departure and arrival boards work. Tracks are mostly forlorn, there are few shops and the outside has become an open black market, with vendors selling fruits<\/a> and vegetables.<\/p>\n

Walkway columns are plastered with flyers advertising abortions and penis enlargement<\/a>, mostly, but also magic potions or witchcraft to win a court case, solve financial problems or recover a lost lover.<\/p>\n

With voodoo, you can be free of consequences, physical shortcomings or even the universal curse of losing this and that, until you lose everything, so give me a call, eh? I can cure you of all but the \u201cpainful exit<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Next to the train station is the taxi van depot, a spot I\u2019ve become familiar with, since there\u2019s no cheaper way, by far, to get around this vast metropolis. Each van I get on<\/a>, I\u2019m the only non-black, interestingly, although whites, I\u2019m sure, must hop on one of these, I don\u2019t know, once every decade?<\/p>\n

Whatever, it\u2019s good to be accepted. Although the legal limit for each van is 15 passengers, they routinely pack in two or three more, so we\u2019re always sitting shoulder to shoulder.<\/p>\n

Having taken buses and vans my whole life, I know damn well why they\u2019re so comforting. For the duration of the trip, you don\u2019t have to do anything!<\/p>\n

Even if you have the shittiest job, you\u2019re not there yet, so the funky van is a blessed reprieve. Plus, there\u2019s much to see out the windows, almost too much, and you\u2019re with people who love you!<\/p>\n

Well, maybe not, but at least they won\u2019t kill you while you\u2019re all jammed inside a stuffy steel box that\u2019s redolent of body oils and arm pits\u2026 We\u2019re all the same, dude, and heading in the same direction, until you get off, that is, so hallelujah!<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\u201cCape Town<\/a>, bra! Cape Town, sista! Cape Town, boss?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before you can get on a van, though, you must cross a yard that often reeks of piss, for hundreds of homeless<\/a> people live around there<\/a>. All over Cape Town, there are many cracked windows<\/a> and glass doors, but on Strand<\/a>, you\u2019ll see even more of them. Vandalism<\/a> is a leading South African sport<\/a>, apparently.<\/p>\n

A current headline, \u201cService delays due to attacks on electricity staff.\u201d Utility crews are being assaulted in the black townships of Gugulethu, Nyanga, and Khayelitsha, but why?! You tell me\u2026<\/p>\n

Since January of this year, 83 taxi van drivers in Cape Town have been killed by a rival company. This is common across South Africa. In 1999, for example, 268 drivers were killed nationwide, and 287 injured.<\/p>\n

Reading about Cape Town trains being set on fire, I asked a colored man why? He was sure it\u2019s done by taxi van companies to cripple the rail system, \u201cso everyone will have to ride taxis<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n

He also warned me to never take the local trains, not even to picturesque Simon\u2019s Town nearby, \u201cThey see you as a foreigner, they\u2019ll rob you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut aren\u2019t there security people on the train?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey won\u2019t do anything. They\u2019re scared. They don\u2019t have guns.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Driving their own cars or taking Uber, most whites can sidestep much of this madness, you see, and they never frequent any of the dumpier<\/a> neighborhoods<\/a> I\u2019ve been snooping<\/a> around<\/a>.<\/p>\n

During Apartheid, whites<\/a> preserved the best locations for themselves, and these choice neighborhoods<\/a> are still their retreats<\/a> and playgrounds, with very few blacks encroaching. Many, though, do march in daily to clean.<\/p>\n

Cecil John Rhodes famously declared<\/a>, \u201cThe hinterland is there,\u201d meaning the rest of Africa was there to be conquered, so the white man could rule from Cape Town to Cairo. Wayward America, with its queer, ignorant mutts, would be retucked into the British folds.<\/p>\n

Although your frontier<\/a> is only a few miles away<\/a>, you don\u2019t even have to sniff it. It\u2019s already conquered<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Uphill from Kloof is Higgovale, where most houses are worth over a million bucks. Modern, spacious and distinctive, they\u2019re tucked into tastefully landscaped settings, with towering trees, cutesy shrubs and elegant lawn furniture. There are no shops or restaurants in Higgovale to attract riff-raff, beggars or the homeless.<\/p>\n

Driving down into the messy city, you can see the ocean laid out in the distance. Sighing whitely, you can think beautiful white thoughts about your brilliantly white future.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>If you have more than a few coins, I\u2019d recommend a comfy, well-ventilated pad with 9 bedrooms and 9 1\/2 bathrooms, right on Bantry Bay, for just $3.2 million<\/a>. You better call soon, though, before some Jew<\/a>, Arab or Chinese steals this from you!<\/p>\n

From your long balcony, you can scan humping black whales and sunning white babes, as you sip your Columella Red. Allowing yourself a bit of smugness, you congratulate yourself, for just a second, for being no white pussy.<\/p>\n

You don\u2019t whine, you act, and fuck the rest.<\/p>\n

Linh Dinh\u2019s<\/em><\/strong> latest book is Postcards from the End of America<\/a>. He maintains a regularly updated photo blog<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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