I always think I’m a racist bitch because I hate watching Indians or Blacks or any other race for that matter, make-out on TV. It just seems wrong and it grosses me out. However, I don’t mind watching Whites play tonsil hockey and to be blatantly honest, my nasty colonial habit extends to literature too because I always imagine the protagonist and antagonist to be White…and even if there are additional characters from other races, as long as the main characters are White, I won’t loose interest in the book.
But truth be told, I think Shemar Moore is hot. Blair Underwood, Jay Hernandez, Shaahid Kapoor, Wentworth Miller, John Abraham, Taye Diggs, Eric Dane, Mark Consuelos…I could seriously go on and on, you name them, they all rank high in my books and trust me, I don’t see skin colour when I look at abs of steel lol!
I can remember one particular incident, when we were in Amsterdam just over a year ago. We were visiting FC, who happens to be Mother’s youngest brother. I call him FC because he’s barely three years older than I am and he’s been that main brother-figure in my life so “Uncle” just won’t do. We landed on the day of Eid-ul-Adhaa and Mother went straight to work on the Briyani and roast chicken. FC went to the Masjid and came back with Muhammed, a Surinamese native who had been living in Amsterdam with his mother for the best part of his life.
Now this particular Muhammed was all kinds of amazing. He was polite, funny, charismatic, courteous, gracious, and a gentleman in every sense of the word. His mixed Dutch accent made him so adorable and the fact that he left early to help his mother made him even more appealing…he was just like how I like my men, straight mixed with some feisty and a dash of charisma. I don’t even have to mention that he was black because it’s irrelevant and none of us even saw his skin colour.
That’s when it hit me. The first light bulb went on.
I’m not racist in the traditional sense. I just hate cultures. And I don’t discriminate like I’ve said on numerous occasions, because I hate EVERYONE equally. I hate those cultures who think they are superior to everyone else. I hate those cultures that don’t even think twice about offending you with their ignorance and arrogance. I hate those cultures who feel entitled to everything they set their eyes on because of incidents that occurred in history. I hate those cultures that try to justify their actions with warped perceptions of reality. I hate those cultures that are indignant and bear grudges. I hate those cultures that a greedy fuckers who think of no one else but themselves. I hate those cultures that belittle and are condescending to others. I hate those cultures that are defensive and rationalise bad behavior. I hate those cultures that don’t respect others….
That’s when the second light bulb went on. What I really hate is disrespect.
And upon further reflection I’ve come to the following conclusions: South African’s do not have a culture of respect or a culture of conservation and preservation either. Now I know that there are many other nations out there with similar issues but I want to focus on South Africa as a nation in particular.
South African’s do not have a culture of respect or conservation or preservation, and I’ve said this before. They don’t respect each other, that’s why they can infringe on each others rights and blame Apartheid for their ignorance. They don’t respect the environment, that’s why they can destroy and fuck up everything they come into contact with through vandalism and pollution. They don’t respect themselves, that’s why it’s so easy for others to use and abuse them. They don’t respect the rules of the road, that’s why they drive like animals. They don’t respect the law and human life, that’s why they rape and pillage everything they come into contact with, even little babies that are barely six months old.
If I had to choose an analogy, I’d have to say that most South African’s remind me of Gog and Magog or Yajooj and Majooj, as stated in both the Bible and the Quraan, in that the culture is one of consumption, obliteration, devastation and rebellion. They don’t know what respect is and as a result, they’re breeding and spawning a whole new generation of “people” with similar sentiments, who won’t know what it means to have respect either.
What a sad state of affairs.