If you are looking for someone who actively supported apartheid
You will always be faced with a quiet room
The sudden hush of the crickets who rapidly flick their eyes around the room
Desperately hoping somebody else will claim responsibility for that one
For a new nation to be born out of the ashes of the old one
Something needed to die
Systems, structures, attitudes and behaviours…
The fifty-eight year old man I fondly call “boy” might ask
As he takes a break from tending my garden to eat his lunch off that special plate
I keep to the side just for him.
But if there were never any racists
Besides, you know, Verwoerd, and maybe Steve Hofmeyr and that Afriforum crowd
If no-one can be found who actively was racist in those days
You know, before the rainbow nation swooped down and enveloped us all in her wings
Then there surely is no need for a death.
And things can continue just the way they are
Which for most, cough, white South Africans,
Is exactly what happened back in ‘94.
The rich get richer
The poor get poorer
And hey diddle diddle
We all fall down
But at least we’re free of racists.