This afternoon I was filling out an application form and then I reached a requirement that asked me to specify my race. -Umm Human Being? (That’s not what I really wrote)
What is with that? I understand that as South African’s we’re still haunted by the memory of Apartheid. We live in a state that tries unremittingly to ensure that everyone is treated “racially” impartial. Take a maths text book for example: “Sipho, Jessica, Muhammed, Carlos and Chang Lu were sharing a cake , how many slices …” You get the picture 😐 in which school would students of that many “races” be motivated to do maths? Anyway, what is race? As long as aliens haven’t descended there remains a single race on planet earth. Humans. Oh right, that’s were all things chaos begins.
I’m not going to preach about the errors of Adam and Eve, BUT I’m still trying to fathom this race issue. Whenever I travel abroad I am recognised as a South African. Back home I’m seen as an indian South African. Now if I’d said that I was indian in any other country it usually gives the impression that I come from the land of sari’s, rice and several people stacked on the back of a motor cycle. This is the part where I gratefully accept the title of ‘african’ and no I am not taming giraffes in my backyard or walking to school (through the Karoo Desert) with a lion by side.
I think its fair to say that we as South Africans are confused, about our identity with a inexorable struggle in history we’re still on the process of finding our feet, kind of like a teenage girl, and with our politics I’d say that this adolescent has a lot of hormones. Germany would be the rebellious brother, America the immortal all knowing father and Asia the cultivating mother. Europe would simply be the perfect can-do-no-wrong, hormoneless sister. Everyone with the exception of us seem to have a purpose but as the insanity of teenagers can never be explained, South Africa too seems free of reason.
Nevertheless what does it mean to be South African?
Is it coming from a background with more cultures than the ingredients in Bunny Chow? Having politicians as a form of entertainment or perhaps it’s having a president with more offspring than justice laws? Wait, I’ve got it, maybe its having to enter your ‘race’ on a document in a country that’s utterly against racism.
In our flummoxed state I think the last time I felt patriotic was watching Oscar Pistorius at the Paralympics , but even that standing was a chimera- like the Etoll system, which hopefully remains a facade for much longer.
Quixotic Novelist