
I am South African.
I am a woman.
I am 23 years and 11 months old.
I am white.
I was born in the Eastern Cape in 1991. I have no idea what it was like to have lived, black or white or brown, in Apartheid South Africa.
These last characteristics would seem, and have seemed to disqualify me from having any relevant opinion with regards to the issues South Africa is currently facing. I feel a sort of unease writing this, as I am fully aware that my role in the nation’s current dialog cannot be the same as those that experienced oppression at the hands of Apartheid, young and old.
This is something that many white people have not come to realise: it is our place, now, to provide understanding and support and humility more than anything else. Lashing out at those who are lashing out in pain does no good. And we must not let those who express this pain and disappointment in our past in an unhealthy way steal from our understanding that this pain is legitimate. This pain clearly still exists and must be dealt with.
I cannot tell you what it feels like and has felt like to have been a person of colour in this country for the last 100 years. I cannot tell you what it must be like, as a young person of colour, to know the oppression, pain and degradation your family must have suffered during Apartheid. The only glimpse into that my generation of white South Africans has had is through history books and documentaries. I’ll never forget one we watched in high school, which documented the life and struggle of Steve Biko. I went home that day and cried because I couldn’t understand how human beings could treat other human beings that way. It also bothered me deeply that, because I was no more than a human being myself, within me lay the potential to fall perpetrator to the same wrongs.
That is something we must always be mindful of: our potential to do great good, and our potential to do great harm. Regardless of who you are or what you are or where you came from.
Our focus, these days, seems to be on who we’d like to blame. We are a nation obsessed. Everybody, from all sides, has been caught up in it. It is such an energy- and passion-expensive game that it causes us to forget one very important thing: it is absolutely futile.
When you’ve decided that black people are criminals and are responsible for all of South Africa’s current problems, what have you achieved? When you’re done putting bullets in all the settlers, what is left? Are the problems of poverty and a sub-standard education system solved?
We need to move on from our obsession with blame, which puts us all on different teams and distracts us from being able to make giant strides in developing South Africa to what it could and should be.
We need to move past our default to defensiveness and attack if we are ever going to be able to have the conversations that bring about transformation and healing. On all sides.
While not ignoring our concerns, we need to find a way to shift focus to the bigger picture.
We are so much more than this.
Just a white girl, thinking out loud.







