what our white brothers have to suffer in rhodesia

[brian wallace]

The Website of Carlos Whitlock Porter

Requiem for Rhodesia by C.W. Porter

“Urge neither pity nor charity nor shame to me; uncharitably
with me have you dealt, and shamefully by you my hopes are butchered.
I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the
die”.
-- Shakespeare

The Rhodesian Railways train stops for water in the desert. Crowds of
ragged Africans mob the train, running hysterically to any white face
in the window. “Please one penny, baasjie (bossie), please give
me just one penny”, whimpers a filthy child with a swollen belly
and bony limbs, barely old enough to walk. Someone throws him a coin.
He is beaten viciously and the penny snatched.

In the distance stand thousands of windowless tin shacks, like tool
sheds, against a boiling plain after a freezing night; this is a
government housing project. Hundreds of other shacks built of trash,
paper, and bits of tin, have rocks on the roof to keep them from
blowing away. No visible paved roads; few roads of any kind. Scores of
teenage prostitutes and hoodlums lounge amongst the filth, coming on
board the train to use the toilets. Trash everywhere. Not a white man
in sight. Is this Rhodesia?

No. This is Botswana, Black Africa.

Bush, desert, now trees, an unchanging landscape of monotony and
misery.

Suddenly a modern gasoline station appears: like a laboratory
experiment showing the effect of an invisible line drawn on a map.
Suddenly the roads are paved; the Africans are well dressed and
muscular, walking about seemingly unconcerned. No shacks. No trash. No
begging.

This is Plumbtree. A sign appears:

YOU ARE NOW ENTERING RHODESIA

This is where blacks come illegally in search of work. This is where
they are deported.

Border inspection. The train proceeds. Another day, another night.
More distance. It takes time to cross Rhodesia. It is not a small
country. It is the size of Texas.

A train passes. The 3rd and 4th class carriages are crammed with
Africans, lighting fires, hanging out the windows and doors, climbing
onto the roof, drinking and shouting. They vanish in a cloud of coal
smoke.

In the luxurious dining carriage among a discreet tinkling of silver
and rustling of starched linen, a well dressed African is enjoying
Truite à la Meuniere, shouting to his white travelling companion in a
husky, deafening voice.

Africans can travel with you, but you cannot travel with them. Their
passage is only a few cents.

Afternoon: Bulawayo. Once the busiest railroad yard in Africa, the
spot where Cecil Rhodes took the country away from a chap called
Lobengula. It is generally implied that the country belonged to him.
It did not. “Bulawayo” means “place of slaughter --
place of killing”. The slaughter, that is, of those who lived
here before Lobengula arrived.

A four wait between trains is long enough to see the finest botanical
gardens and Natural History Museum in Rhodesia. A mob of Africans from
a cement plant passes without a glance, chattering lustily.

The trains are steam, cowboy style. There is no oil in Rhodesia, but
there is coal. When UDI [Unilateral Declaration of Independence] and
the sanctions came, the brand-new Diesels were traded to South Africa.

Bordered on the north by the Zambezi, which is full of crocodiles, and
on the South by the “great grey-green, greasy, Limpopo
River”, which is dry and full of rocks, Rhodesia livers under a
permanent Arab-style oil embargo. The difference is that they are used
to it.

This is not the Africa of the movies. This looks like California
before the people arrived: wide blue sky In all directions, full of
constantly rolling clouds, the hills fading away into the blue of the
distance. In the east are mountains and cliffs with very low
temperatures. Here life has a Wild West quality, with shooting every
week. Here it is still possible but unwise to doze off to sleep under
a sign reading “Beware of Crocodiles”. It is dry and hot
with heavy thundershowers.

The train squeals to a stop in pitch darkness. There are no lights, no
town for miles. A single African gets off the train among the
cornfields and trees. He is wearing a white shirt and carrying a
suitcase. A quarter of a mile away flickers a single campfire.

Salisbury, 7:00 A.M. Hundreds of Africans swarm off the trains, loaded
down with baggage. Four or five white railroad officials stand around
in white uniforms. If you are afraid of coloured people, you had
better stay home.

Salisbury is pronounced “Sauls-bry”, not Sal-is-berry.
Wages are low and prices are high. It is one of the only two countries
in the world which declared their independence from Britain illegally.
The other one is having a holiday this year [the United States,
celebrating the 200th anniversary of its own UDI].

Is there apartheid in Rhodesia? No.

You can go to the Queen’s Hotel and listen to rock music with
African prostitutes; the Rhodesians are very proud of the
Queen’s Hotel because they think it is just like America.

You can wait behind Africans in the post office. You can marry an
Africa if you get permission. You can drink with Africans, even though
normally they will not drink with you; there is a hotel between
Stanley and Speke Streets in Salisbury, with a European bar on Stanley
and an African bar on Speke. European means white, even if you are
Japanese. They are not labelled: if you shoul d happen to enter the
African bar, you will simply be told that your bar is around the
corner. It is extremely difficult to mistake them, since the African
bars are so much noisier.

The bars follow English pub hours, which means it is impossible to get
a drink between 2:30 and 5:30 in the hot afternoons. There are those
who would consider this a far greater nuisance than any amount of
so-called discrimination.

The University of Rhodesia at Salisbury is 50% African; in 1973 it was
10%, but due to excrement in the showers and other complaints the
opinion became widespread that you had to go to South Africa to get a
good education.

You cannot, however, go to the largest (and one of the best) sports
arenas in Rhodesia; that is reserved for non-whites only.

Salisbury has a lot of trees, wide streets, whitewashed bungalows with
tin roofs covered by jacaranda, a park and town square, a stone
cathedral. Salisbury radio alternates between English and Mashona news
broadcasts and music. Mashona music sounds vaguely similar to the
bossa nova or calypso. Most of the police one sees are Africans; they
ride around on bicycles and carry a little billy club about eight
inches long. White police are not seen very often and normally do not
carry guns. Pistol permits are not easy to get.

It is usually quite easy to tell when you house has been burglarized
by an African. They cover up all the mirrors with towels to prevent an
image being held and betraying them to the police. On one occasion an
African broke into a man’s house and killed him and stole his
clothes. The next day he was arrested walking up and down the street
right outside. He was quite indignant when arrested because the witch
doctor had given him something to make him invisible.

The way to protect yourself is to get a big dog with a loud bark.
However, it is best not to become too attached to him as he will
probably eventually be poisoned.

You will never see a dog catcher in Rhodesia,. Stray dogs are eaten.

It is common to see the witch doctors selling twigs and bits of bone
and other organic material from blankets spread out on the sidewalks
even in the very large towns. They shop for material medica in the
drugstores. They stick something in their hair that looks like mud and
hang little bits that look like monkey testicles all about them.

“Sure, may the Europeans can cure you better than the witch
doctor, but they will never be able to tell you who gave you the
disease”.

When I was in Rhodesia one of the witch doctors became converted to
Christianity and wrote a book detailing the secrets of his trade. For
appendicitis he would take a lump of hair or bone in his mouth, make a
cut with a razor blade, suck blood, spit out the bone and pronounce
the operation a success.

An African will go to the hospital, but even an educated one will
visit the witch doctor first. It is impossible to overestimate the
power of psychosomatic suggestion on an African. If he is told that he
will wake up next week with a paralyzed arm, he will wake up next with
a paralyzed arm. If he is told that he will die next week, he will lie
down next week and die, if he is sufficiently frightened. A policeman
told me that his grandfather had succeeded in murdering a troublesome
African on his farm simply by convincing the man that he would die as
predicted by a vision. The man obligingly proceeded to do just that. I
am not sure I believe this, but I believe it is possible.

Even educated Africans believe in the tikolosh (I am sorry to say that
I do not know how to spell it). This is an invisible little African
boogie man capable of taking over men’s bodies and doing great
evil. He is little short fellow and cannot climb very high, so all
your servants must have their beds put up on stilts from time to time.
Branches rubbing on a tin roof at night (Africans do not like trees
very much) can terrify your servants into quitting, so you must put a
pair of scissors under the bed.

A common punishment for minor offences used to be to put the miscreant
in a dark cell and tell him there was a tikolosh inside. By morning he
is scared to death: he has seen that tikolosh. No more trouble out of
him.

Once a man committed fifteen murders and pled not guilty on the
grounds that the tikolosh did it. A group of educated factory workers
in Johannesburg in 1954 dismembered and ate a nun who had nursed them
most of her life. A Portuguese doctor was killed for his shiny tools
and certificate to practise medicine by a boy he had raised as his own
child.

It is difficult to get inside the mind of an African. He has his own
way of life: he has lived it for 10,000 years. You cannot enter into
it, you cannot understand it. It involves witchcraft, it involves
torture. It does not involve voting.

Many Africans do not understand money. There is no “pass
system” in Rhodesia, and nothing to prevent them from leaving
the kraal and flocking to the cities where there is not enough work
for them and they sleep in vacant lots. Traditionally, money is
cattle, wives, and children. Wives are purchased from their fathers
for “bride price” -- usually one cow. Work is for women
and slaves. Children keep the cattle. Men fight.

Men walk in front, carrying a stick or umbrella; these are weapons.
The women follow: one baby in front and another on her back wrapped up
and tied down with towels, bobbing along in perfect comfort, one more
by each hand, and three suitcases or an enormous bundle balanced on
her head. African babies never cry. A family of seven is perfectly
silent. Africans have the same effect on European babies as well: an
African can get instant silence from a screaming, sobbing child just
by wagging a finger (and cramming a biscuit in his mouth).

Unfortunately you cannot say to an individual fresh from the kraal:

“Here is a hundred dollars. Find an apartment, get medical
insurance, get a check book and figure your balance, and oh yes, fill
out these tax forms.

Salisbury is supposed to have more swimming pools per capita than any
American city. I never saw a swimming pool anywhere in Rhodesia. Who
could afford one? Go to Rhodesia and try to find a job. How many times
will you be told, “Why should I hire you when I can hire an
African for a quarter as much?”

But with this difference: the average wage for a white man when I was
there was 150 Rhodesian dollars a month, then about 300 American
dollars; not much. But it costs 150 Rhodesian dollars a month to rent
a house. An African could earn 10 dollars a week and rent a house
which was in many cases almost identical from the government for 10
dollars a month. You are always hearing about their low wages, but you
never hear about what they get for free. There are African, Asian,
“Coloured”, and European areas in Salisbury itself which
you cannot tell apart without looking at the people -- attractive
modern bungalows, some with cars parked outside, with the victims of
oppression chatting casually in the front gardens. Whether or not
these are a showcase I don’t know, but I can tell you they are
resented by Rhodesian taxpayers.

Life is a constant struggle for the white Rhodesians, who must work
nine hours a day, husband and wife, to keep ahead of the Africans, who
are constantly learning new skills and moving into new jobs. Food,
beer, and cigarettes are cheap, but manufactured items are
fantastically expensive.

As they struggle to save, they see the African renting the best house
he’s ever had from the government for a week’s wages;
paying no income taxes; doing no compulsory military service; getting
free medical care in modern hospitals; paying at the most a few cents
for travel, concerts, sports events; packing the house with relatives;
putting his wife to work in the garden; growing his own food and
tobacco; brewing his own beer; sitting in the sun smoking cigarettes
and saving his money to buy a bicycle. And all this with only one of
them working!

This is in contrast to the propaganda picture which shows the bloated
whites lounging around the swimming pools enjoying the semi-slavery of
the starving blacks who spend all their time shouting “Zimbabwe,
we want out country”, and who, of course, are just like white
people except for the colour of their skin. Could it be that we have
been misinformed?

Could it be that we have been misinformed by the same people who told
us that the Viet Cong were not Communist; then, that they Communist,
but not backed by Hanoi; that they were backed by Hanoi, but that
Hanoi had no troops in the south; that they had troops in the south,
but that if we stopped the bombing they would negotiate; that they
were not negotiating, but that if we ever did reach an agreement they
would respect it; that if we withdrew our troops the war would end;
that the war was continuing, but that Hanoi was not taking over the
south; that Hanoi was taking over the south, but that none of the
other “dominoes” would follow; that the other
“dominoes” were following, but that there would be no
bloodbath; that there was a bloodbath, but that it did not really
matter very much anyhow.
There are the past judgements of people who are now telling us what to
do about Rhodesia. Are these honest mistakes?

Africans work long hours, but they are not generally expected to work
hard. It is more common to see one or two at work and four or five
asleep. On one occasion Africans were photographed asleep in a park in
South Africa. This was shown on television in Britain saying that they
had been killed by the police.

Many people hesitate to pay higher wages on the grounds that the more
you pay them, the longer they stay drunk; on a typical weekend in
Johannesburg or Capetown, for example, Africans will drink as much as
20,000 gallons of beer and there will be between four and five hundred
stabbings.
However, I did know one “boy” named George whom I
considered genuinely exploited by an extremely unpleasant woman named
Mrs. Timms, because she cheated all the white people as well. We all
hated her. Anyhow, George worked 10 hours a day, 28 days a month, for
10 Rhodesian dollars a month. Since the average is about 10 hours
hours a day, six days a week, for about 40 a month, I asked him one
time, hey George, why don’t you quit? He said, oh well, he had a
wife and two children and if he quit he’d be unemployed for 2 or
3 months. Of course, I was completely stupified with amazement that he
could support a wife and two children on 10 dollars a month, but he
said, oh yes, she lives in the kraal (village) and grows all her own
food; “I only send five home”.

These Africans did not particularly like meat; George and the boys
could have all the beef, chicken, lamb or pork they wanted, more than
they could eat. The stuff was thrown away because it only cost about
fifteen Rhodesian cents a pound. They told me they preferred
mealy-meal, a kind of mush. Africans are supposed to have no heart
disease or cancer if they don’t eat our food, though they
don’t know this.

I know another African in Johannesburg who got together with his
relatives and bought a brand-new van for cash; he used to pick up his
employer and charge him a fortune to take him around town. Poor old
Billy (the employer) lived in an old busted down dump with damp walls
(in Johannesburg, which is notoriously dry), and drove an old clunker.
This was the owner of an established piano business left him by his
father, and he was convinced his employees lived better than he did.

Cars are scarce in Rhodesia, where a cheap second hand one costs
between one and two thousand Rhodesian dollars, but the percentage of
car ownership (cash down) is higher among South African blacks than it
is in the Soviet Union.

An average sized restaurant in Rhodesia may have up to ten waiters. If
their wages were not low, nobody would hire them, because you have to
go right back to the beginning with an African.

“You tell him what to do”, said a railroad switchman,
“and you say, do you understand me, and he says yes, and the
next thing you know he’s lying there dead. You can never be sure
they understand you.”

Africans are different; they are also different from each other. Every
tribe has its distinct personality and characteristics. They may look
alike to us, but not to each other.

At a dance, one tribe will get up and dance, the other will sit down;
half the audience will smile and joke, and other half will not. These
are different tribes. If you build a township for one tribe, they will
not tolerate members of other tribes living there. They will not
tolerate members of other related tribes from different parts of
Rhodesia, Zambia, or Mozambique living there. They will not dance
together; they will not sit together; they will not talk to each
other; they will not intermarry; they will not work together without
frequent killing.

In South West Africa an ordinance was passed allowing hotels and
restaurants to serve blacks if they wished (apartheid is largely a
matter of local ordinance). Well dressed Africans began to appear
outside. Some were served, some were not. Fifteen hundred of those who
were not, apparently just because they found themselves in the same
place at the same time, collected on opposite sides of a road and
began to fight with each other. They fought for three days with spears
and rocks. That ordinance was scrapped.

These disturbances, which occur spontaneously, are called
“faction fights”.

“Africa is the most racist country on earth”, an African
medical student studying in Spain told me once, “I come from a
little country about this big” (indicating a coffee cup),
“Spanish Guinea, Equitorial Guinea”. He began naming
regions in his country. “The people from the mountains hate the
people from the jungles, the people from the jungles hate the people
from the plains, the people from the plains hate the people from the
coast, the people from the countryside hate the people from the
cities, the people in the cities hate everybody… what can you
do?”

Colonial history has been somewhat peculiarly distorted. The British
were invited into Zambia to protect the inhabitants from the Matabele,
and entered East Africa to destroy the Arab slave trade. Perhaps those
vociferous African converts to Mohammedanism would be amused to find
themselves in the hands of an Islamic specialist in the castration of
Negroes to be sold as harem guards.

All African countries are fictitious entities created by drawing lines
on maps in Europe, without regard to tribal boundaries, loyalties, or
hatreds, and can only be held together by dictatorship (more
fashionably called “one party government”). Tribes are cut
in half by lines on maps they have never seen. It is to be expected
that Africans understand their own people better than we do, and are
considerably crueler with them. But it is not they who get the blame.

It is commonly alleged in order to excuse the excesses of African
dictatorships such as Mobutu’s, that Africans despise any form
of weakness and that well-intentioned generosity will be interpreted
as such. That is equally true of white-ruled states as well. It is
well-known that to this day the most respected colonists of Camaroon,
South West Africa and Tanzania were the Germans, because they were the
strictest and most rigid.

Reporters who visit the white-rule states think they know better than
the people who live there. At one time this would have been called
“prejudice”. Such people know all the facts except the
obvious ones, and constantly pretend that if Africans were treated as
something which they are not, African would be as democratic as
Switzerland. The truth is that Africans will not share power with each
other, much less with you, and such theorists are seldom willing to
invest their own lives and property in the experiment.

“It’s meaningless to talk about prejudice”, said an
English immigrant to South Africa. “Prejudice means pre-judging,
it means forming an opinion in the absence of facts… expressing
an opinion when you don’t know what you are talking
about.” He shrugged. “If a Zulu girl wanted to marry a
Xhosa man or vice versa, their parents would kill them, they’d
kill both of them. But… that’s not prejudice, that’s
just a fact of life. If you’re a Zulu and she’s a Xhosa,
you just bloody well don’t get married!”

Rhodesia has segregated schools. Whites are fee-paying, black schools
are free; the whites pay twice, tuition and tax as well. Blacks are
educated separately from each other. Why not? Every time you put them
together, they kill each other.

It is also because the Africans have no mutually intelligible
language, apart form English, which they have to learn. It is
impossible to imagine how basic their education must be. Many of them
have never seen a table, a chair, a stairway, a handkerchief, a
toilet. They must be taught to think in an entirely different way: for
instance, there is a tribe in Angola who use a compound word for
“seven” which means, literally, “six plus
two”. They do not need intellectuals. They need basic skills. An
intellectual cannot make a living in rural America. How many can Black
Africa absorb?

“Help me haul wood”, said Albert Schweizer. “I do
not haul wood. I am in intellectual.” “You are very lucky.
I tried to be an intellectual, but did not succeed.”

Africans have no tradition of private property. Your servants will
take one tea bag, one sheet, one shirt, out of every four; your wrist
watch; your alarm clock. “I’m not angry, John, but I know
you took this…” “No, no, baasjie, I
didn’t…” It is not stealing. “Africans were
socialists before the invention of the word,” said the black
Prime Minister of Tanzania.

Yes, and if a primitive system of economics means a primitive standard
of living, why, the difference must be made up by a white man. This is
why nearly every single Black African country pursues a socialist
economy under Russian or Chinese influence, receiving capitalist
foreign aid.

The Congo, Brazzaville, which was one of the first countries in Africa
to be given its independence on a silver platter, is almost as
Communist as Angola, which fought for it for thirteen years.

The two countries in Africa where blacks were happiest and best
treated, according to John Gunther, were Uganda and the Belgian Congo.
The model for independent Africa was Nigeria. The two countries with
no colour bar, where intermarriage was officially encouraged and
mulattoes were officially considered white, were Mozambique and
Angola.

You cannot change an African for the better by the way you treat him;
only for the worse.

There are two main tribes in Rhodesia: the Mashona and the Matabele.

The Mashona live around Salisbury, the Matabele live further south,
around Bulawayo.

“Amashuna” is a Matabele word meaning “dog --
servile person”. The Mashona are cheerful, sociable people. You
will often see three or four ice cream vendors together on the same
street corner, as they would rather enjoy company than compete for
business. They love band uniforms and shiny instruments. But, if the
director is not looking for a moment, they are certain to begin
punching each other and giggling or chasing each other around. You
often see them playing pranks on each other, such as twisting each
other’s arms. If they see you watching and enjoying the joke,
they break out in spontaneous grins. Their language sounds like
Brazilian.

The Matabele are an offshoot of the Zulu tribe which moved into South
Africa several hundred years ago killing off the bushmen and other
tribes. The Matabele are mean-looking, do not smile very often, and
walk with a slight swagger. Their language sounds like Japanese.
Personally I do not care for the Matabele, even though I do not mind
the Zulus.

The African regiment of the Rhodesian Army is called the Rhodesian
African Rifles, divided up into Mashona and Matabele regiments. When
there is trouble in the Matabele areas of Rhodesia, the Mashona troops
are sent. When there is trouble in the Mashona area, the Matabele
troops are sent. The results are sometimes too horrible for words.

Africans have no tradition of political voting. They may or may not
choose their own chief, but after that they will ask him how to vote
and they will all vote that way. Another fount of political wisdom is
the witch doctor. Consequently it is a matter of great importance to
the terrorists and Smith government to have the chief and witch
doctors on their side.

All politics in Africa is tribal. Politics, religion, colour, are just
new names. Parties are organized along tribal lines. If two tribes are
enemies (and they are nearly all enemies), and one fights for the
terrorists, the others will either fight for the whites or form their
own “terr” groups and fight each other. The three Marxist
terrorist armies in Angola reported each other’s troop movements
to the Portuguese for years. The Frente Nacional, for example (FNLA)
was made up of Bakongo tribesmen from across the Angoloa-Congo (Zaire)
border, and was later backed by that country in its civil war against
the Movimento Popular (MPLA) and the União Nacional (UNITA). These
others had been geographical and tribal enemies of the Bakongos for
years.

Mozambique had two main tribes, the Macua and the Makonde (I am sorry
to say I don’t remember which is which). One lived on both sides
of the Tanzanian border and made up the main forces of the Frelimo
(Frente de Liberacão de Moçambique) terrorists. The others, two
million strong, fought for the Portuguese and made up 60% of their
army. When “independence” came, they asked Frelimo for
elections and were told politely to go to hell. Where is all the talk
about stopping Communism by satisfying the “legitimate
aspirations” of these people?

In Rhodesia there are two main terrorist groups following the same
pattern.

It is useless to wait for “education” to de-tribalize the
Africans. Tribe is as fundamental as nation, language, religion,
culture. The only de-tribalized Africans in the world are the
descendents of the New World slaves. Uprooted by force; deliberately
mixed; taught an alien language; dumped on the other side of the world
for two centuries; outnumbered and educated by whites -- how else
could it be done? The New World Negroes are the only ones born
speaking a common language (English, Spanish, or Portuguese). They are
the only ones who accept the racially mixed as belonging to their own
race.
The African “coloured” (with European, Indian, Malay,
Hottentot or Chinese ancestry) belongs to no tribe -- is accepted
nowhere -- has no culture of his own, and has a significantly higher
rate of social problems than the African. This is one reason why
interracial sex was made a criminal offence in South Africa.

It is not generally known that Mahatma Ghandi began his career as a
nationalistic agitator among the Indians of South Africa. Unlike Mr.
Ghandi himself, these poor fellows are almost black in colour, since
“varna” -- caste -- means colour. These descendants of
voluntarily contracted railway and plantation workers are found (or
were found) in large numbers all over former British East Africa, and
have a reputation for Communism in politics as well as extreme
dishonesty in business dealings. They buy up reject shirts for next to
nothing and sell them to the Africans on pay day for many times the
price of a good one. The Africans know they are being cheated but
continue to buy from them. Africans are paid in services more than
money partly to protect them from precisely this type of exploitation.

South Africa spent fifty years trying to pay the Indians to go home,
but could not get them to leave. Every one who did compared the
freedom and opportunities in India and wrote advising his friends and
relatives to stay put.

Apparently it requires the vigour of an African to accomplish that at
which the whites have tried and failed. “Majority rule” in
most African countries to date has simply meant that when the
expropriation and expulsion of whites has been completed, the Asians
will suffer the same; followed by the murder of the racially mixed and
smaller tribes, resulting in a dictatorship of the tribe with the most
foreign aid from Russia or China; then comes foreign aid from Britain
and America.

Critics of racial separation stress its discriminatory aspects while
ignoring the practical reasons for its existence. Port Shepstone,
South Africa, had a very high burglary rate. An ordinance was passed
making it illegal for blacks to be in town past eight o’clock at
night. The burglary rate fell to zero.
One has to live in these countries to experience the relaxed racial
atmosphere which normally prevails in contrast to comparable areas of
America. It is common even in “tension-ridden”
Johannesburg to chat with an African on a street corner over
“whose bus will come first --yours or mine?” Since there
are more buses for Africans than for whites, it is usually yourself
who waves goodbye and continues to wait.

I walked all over Johannesburg and Capetown at night and passed
thousands of Africans who ignored me completely. The Johannesburg Star
printed a front-page article about a white man who was knocked down
and robbed of five Rand (then US $6.50) by an African; the same when
some women had their purses snatched. Perhaps those same wonderful
people who brought you the larger American cities should cease to
export what does not work at home.

Southern African justice is a matter of mandatory minimum sentencing
imposed according to evidence. Social revolution, omniscience, and
personal whim are left to the politicians.

The system of townships and tribal lands in Rhodesia is in fact no
different from the system of Indian reservations in America (apart
from the missing element of broken treaties, deportations, massacres
and lynchings). The system of independent tribal homelands in South
Africa is in fact identical to those “black republics”
once demanded by American black radicals. The latter are the only
areas in the world where blacks can rule free from the conflicting and
sometimes violent ambitions of other races and tribes.

However, even these areas, set up and educated for responsible
democratic government by the South African government at great
expense, reject democracy and voting at the first available
opportunity to do so. In one of these states, the first royal act of
King Jonathan, “the world’s longest reigning
monarch”, who had ruled his people longer than Queen Victoria
had ruled hers, was to abolish Parliament, outlaw the opposition
parties, and declare a dictatorship within several days of
independence. The first act of independent Ovamboland was to institute
public floggings. The world protested and blamed South Africa. South
Africa asked them to stop it. They replied that they were independent
now, it was a tribal custom, and they could do what they liked.

Yet African agitators demand the vote in Rhodesia. The agitators have
it already, since most of them are educated; they wish the vote so as
to get themselves into office to declare a dictatorship of their own.

A leader of the Rhodesian African nationalists in London has declared
that “majority” rule for Rhodesia will involve no pretense
at parliamentary government. It will be the usual dictatorship of a
self-appointed minority.

Relations between Rhodesia and South Africa are not what you would
expect. This is partly because the founder of Rhodesia tried to
overthrow the government of what is today South Africa. Britain
declared war on the Boer Republics because English gold seekers in the
Transvaal, an independent foreign country, were not allowed to vote on
the grounds that they outnumbered the inhabitants. The Boers
(Afrikaans-speaking whites) are not cruel people; British prisoners of
war were released unharmed to walk back to their lines minus boots and
trousers. By contrast the British interned all women and children in
concentration camps where 25,000 of them died of disease. World
opinion was on the side of the Boers. Today the Boers control the
country and have little use for the British or for world opinion. The
British consider Africans their equals and the Boers their inferiors.
The Boers consider Africans primitive and the English effete.

Another reason is that both countries talked tough while Portugal did
all the fighting, and are now trying to buy time.

White Rhodesians are not racists. They are engaged in a highly
idealistic experiment (an unrealistic one, in my opinion). They are
convinced that an educated African will think and vote like an
educated white man instead of like a black nationalist; that when all
men are educated, their interests do not conflict. They believe (or
used to believe) that their generosity would be recognized by the
world.
I believe that common observation shows nothing could be further from
the truth on both points. The average uneducated African is
unemployed, has six or eight children, and is sharing everything with
his relatives. He is not interested in politics. He wants the whites
to stay because he wants a job, which he knows can only be supplied
directly or indirectly by the whites. He wants to buy a bicycle, a new
shirt, and a new pair of shoes. He does not want to be murdered en
masse by members of another tribe. He does not to be paralyzed by
having a sharpened bicycle spoke jabbed in his spine. An African wrote
to me in England and said, “As you know, Mozambique is in the
hands of Africans, and the future for us Rhodesians is very
uncertain”.

An educated African, unless he is a doctor, knows that in a
European-dominated society the most he can aspire to is a teaching
position; kick out the whites, and he can be Prime Minster -- with a
chalet and bank account in Switzerland, marry a white woman and live
in a palace. This is not a fantasy. Ability is no object. African
countries take a man who was cleaning toilets, and make him a bank
president from one day to the next.

This is the African who goes about promising his fellows that when the
Europeans are expelled, all Africans will drive cars. This is the
African who promises UN posts to illiterates. This is the African who
goes on speaking tours in Europe and is interviewed by the
world’s journalists.

In Malawi the word for “politician” is
“Wa-Benz”. “Wa” is “man”, and
“Benz”, of course, is Mercedes-Benz.

In 1972 the British government sent a commission to Rhodesia to
arrange an African vote on Rhodesian independence. These people
dedicated themselves to going about the countryside finding
illiterates and asking them whether they thought Rhodesia should be a
republic or not. Then published their itinerary in advance.

Consequently an organization known as the African National Congress
always managed to get there “firstest with the mostest” in
an effort to intimidate African voting. This organization was
originally founded in South Africa many years ago, became a Communist
front in 1941, and was banned by the Smith government as a terrorist
organization. Later it was resurrected to negotiate for the Africans
in the so-called “constitutional talks”. It was in this
case a simple matter for the ANC to intimidate their fellows by
talking of hut burning, beating, and the like, even though they were
few in number. Since the whites were all voting yes, a vote of no was
considered a victory for the British government and African
nationalists.

300 Africans working in one factory were all going to vote yes. The
next day they all came in and voted no.

I was lucky to work in Rhodesia because I am a piano tuner and
Africans cannot be taught to tune; they have a different sense of
pitch. For instance, there is only one African piano tuner in all of
Zambia and he could not raise pitch if he had to. However, they can do
everything else if you teach them how: regulate, rebuild, restring,
French polish, etc.

A friend of mine named Jimmy Eschelby had a piano shop called Smith
and Hall, Pioneer St. Salisbury, with a staff of about 10 skilled
piano technicians who had been working with him for 12 years. One day
they came to him with a question: how should they vote? He said, well,
I’m not supposed to tell you that, you’re supposed to
figure that out for yourselves. But they insisted; so he said to one
of them, look, how many children do you have? I forget what it was,
six or eight. Well, the oldest one’s getting out of school next
year, isn’t he, what’s he going to do, has he got a job
yet? No, he hadn't.

Well, said, Jimmy, look, if we can get a settlement the money will
pour into Rhodesia, I can expand my business and hire more help (since
the sanctions were costing him a thousand Rhodesian dollars a month in
lost profit and Rhodesia has unexploited resources of virtually every
known mineral). Well, that was good enough. They were all going to
vote yes.

A little while later they were back: was it true that there was an
invisible man in the polling booth who would tell on them if they
voted yes? They voted no.

Rhodesians are different. They love Rhodesia. Everything is always
bigger, better, cheaper, and more wonderful in Rhodesia. They are the
world’s biggest optimists. Typically they believe anything is
easy until they get into it, and then they tend to get bogged down.
But they never give up. They will not give up over a conference table
everything they could lose in a war.

One day I went to visit somebody sick in Salisbury Hospital. The place
was full of soldier; there had just been an ambush. “Any of them
hurt bad?”, I asked. “That one over there is. He’s
lost a couple of legs.” The boy was about nineteen and was
whispering to his girl friend.

“I’ve been to funerals of friends of mine killed by
terrorists and tourists come down here having a good time and tell us
how we’re mistreating the blacks.”

They do not worry about the terrorism. They prepare for it. In the war
zones they take an automatic rifle to the golf course and come back
before dark.

One day we went out to deliver a piano to a farm that belonged to the
daughter of the Rhodesian Minister of Defence. It was out in the bush
and had about 30 Africans working on it. The roads were all full of
dirt and lined with brush. “We’ll get around to paving
them all one of these days”, said my companion cheerfully,
“makes it more difficult to put land mines in them.”

Another time I paid a few dollars to go up in a private plane and have
a look at Vic Falls, one the biggest in the world, with a fantastic
series of rapids, switchbacks, and sheer cliffs. When we were about a
thousand feet in the air over the middle of the river, the pilot
remarked casually that it might not be a good idea to go too close to
the other side.

Oh really, why not? Oh, well, it seems the Zambian army killed three
tourists yesterday and we might get shot down.

These tourists came from my hotel and were having a picnic on the
Rhodesian side in their bathing suits. Two were killed immediately by
machine gun fire from the Zambian side and the third, one of the
girls, hid behind a rock for half an hour waist deep in the
crocodile-infested water until they moved the guns and killed her. The
body was never found.

The Zambians accused them of trying to swim across to their side of
the river to blow up a power station. Sure. Through forty-nine million
gallons of water a minute rushing through a narrow gorge and the
shallows full of crocs.

These teenagers were American or Canadian, but no note of protest was
ever forthcoming to the Zambian government because of it. It was
Rhodesia’s fault for creating tension in the area and the
Americans should not have been their. (I believe it was in Uganda
about 8 years go that two American newspaper reporters were killed and
fed to crocs for witnessing the murder of an entire army barracks. The
American government demanded an investigation and was perfectly
satisfied when the chief suspect was placed in charge.)

What if the Rhodesian Army had killed Americans having a picnic in
Zambia?

It was in connection with this incident that Ian Smith said,

“If your skin is black, you will be forgiven anything.”

Do you doubt this? Let me quote from Time Magazine, November 5, 1965,
a week before UDI:
“Even in the bloody Congo, Belgians blame themselves for much of
the chaos and exonerate the Congolese for the slaughters that followed
independence on the grounds that it was nothing more than tribal
ebulliance -- long restrained by Belgian rule -- expressing itself at
the agitation of the Communists.”

This is the gulf between Rhodesia and the world.

What would they say if every nurse and nun in Rhodesia were suddenly
raped by white Rhodesian soldiers?

What would they say if Ian Smith carried a penis impaled on the end of
a stick?

What would they say if a Rhodesian Army officer cut out a man’s
liver and ate it on the runway of Salisbury Airport?

What would they say if Rhodesian blacks were taken to be skinned alive
by whites in trucks filled with bicycles, melons and hitchhikers?

What would they say if those very morally superior African students at
U of R Salisbury were to have their fingers cut off because they could
write, or were killed because they wore shoes?

Could Ian Smith chop up a child and use the pieces for soccer
practice?

Could Ian Smith cut living captives in half lengthwise with buzz-saws,
like his supposed “anti-Communist” confreres in Angola?

Could Ian Smith trap 14 million Africans in a tiny corner of jungle
and slowly starve them to death, like the Nigerians?

Could the Rhodesian Army disembowel and then rape a pregnant African
for an initiation ritual?

Could Rhodesia be allowed to act like any other UN member?

What would it be called? Good clean fun? Tribal ebulliance? An
indigenous local custom of the Rhodesian New Year?

Let us take a look at the map.

UGANDA: Up to a quarter million Africans killed in Britains’
former “model colony”. People forced by the army to line
up and kill each other in turn -- people forced to eat fried pieces
cut from their own bodies -- monkey meat and ground-nuts on the menus
of Africa’s ex-finest hotels and restaurants -- a high
government official going about chopping off penises with a sword --
tribes exterminated -- the Asians expelled -- the country’s
leading citizens kidnapped and killed -- a soccer pitch converted
into an execution ground -- political opponents fed to crocodiles --

Ian Smith is an outlaw.

Idi Amin is the President of the Organization of African Unity:
unanimously elected, not once, but twice. Here is the African
nationalist’s ideal of a perfect African nationalist. This is
what they would be if they could. He is invited to New York, and
addresses the UN.

But Ian Smith is an outlaw.

THE CENTRAL AFRICAN REPUBLIC: Legalized mutilation for criminal
offences -- overcrowding in prisons relieved by beating all the
prisoners to death -- compulsory tribal initiation rites written into
law by a witch-doctor president -- the country’s leading
citizens forced to crawl naked through anthills --
EQUITORIAL GUINEA: The robbery and murder of Nigerian contract workers
-- the re-legalization of slavery -- 22,000 Africans in forced labour
on the cocoa plantations -- the entire literate population in exile --

NIGERIA: Thirty thousand murders in one day starts a two-year civil
war costing two million lives -- Africans lured out of the jungle with
Red Cross trucks and killed -- jungle animals innoculated with rabies
-- all prisoners of war are shot -- children nailed up in huts and
burned to death or left to starve -- public executions for criminal
offences in peacetime --

RWANDA: One hundred thousand Tutsis (Watusi) killed by their Hutu
slaves -- the tall Hamitic Tutsis become as extinct as the dodo in
that country --

BURUNDI: One hundred thousand Hutus killed by Tutsis in “kill or
be killed” massacre -- bodies taken away in Army trucks to be
dumped in the jungle --

LIBERIA: One hundred and forty-year rule of the slave-trading (into
the 1930s) Creole descendants of American slaves -- the dark-skinned
99% majority of Africans who originally inhabited the country are
despised and have never been allowed to vote --

ZANZIBAR: The entire Arab population of the island massacred with
torture after they are caught drunk on a religious holiday --

SENEGAL: A trumped-up invasion by Portuguese soldiers reportedly
provides the pretext for boiling political adversaries in oil --

ZAMBIA: All land nationalized -- real estate offices closed --
churches abolished -- mission schools closed -- canned beans declared
a luxury item -- Christian Lumpas exterminated -- no newspapers on
Monday if the staff is too drunk to print them --

MOZAMBIQUE: The first officially Communist state in Africa confiscates
all private homes and farms, then asks the Rhodesians to feed them --
families gang-raped and butchered with husbands forced to watch -- the
revolutionary Portuguese government claims everything is under control
and helps Frelimo round up anti-Communist Portuguese --

KENYA: Mau Mau terrorist Kenyatta wrecks the country’s
agriculture dividing up European farms into uneconomical plots for the
Kikuyu -- the Masai get nothing -- opposition party politicians are
jailed from time to time to remind them that “the hawk is in the
sky and ready to swoop down on the chickens” -- Kenya thrives
under his “free enterprise” dictatorship --

GHANA: “Redeemer” and “Black Christ” Nkhrumah
(“Every woman in Ghana is my wife”) sets an early record
for self-aggrandizement and glorification which holds to this day --
“clean-up government campaign deprives opposition members of
their seats for absenteeism -- of course, they are absent because they
are all in jail --

MALAWI: One hundred thousand Jehovah’s Witnesses chased into the
jungles by Malawi, Zambia, and Mozambique -- men and women are tied
together with itching beans rubbed into their sexual organs -- beaten
to death with poles or left to left to starve -- the expulsion of
40,000 Asians begun but not yet completed --

ANGOLA: Holden Roberto’s “anti-Communist” Frente
Nacional starts a 13-year war attacking Luanda with Chinese weapons,
infiltrating from the Congo and committing some of the most famous
atrocities in Africa, the dismemberments by buzz-saw -- the Portuguese
begin doing 4 years military service as the poorest nation in Europe
fights the entire Communist world and Scandinavia for colonies 25
times the size of metropolitan Portugal -- officers conscripted out of
the universities create a pro-Communist officer class which overthrows
the government -- the “Red Admiral” from Lisbon encourages
the Soviet-backed Movimento Popular to re-arm and attack the homes of
“fascistic” European settlers who built the first modern
city in Western Africa -- Roberto’s tribesmen begin hiring
mercenaries and are backed by South Africa, in a monumental error of
judgement, presumably because the Soviets have a navy but the Chinese
do not -- a year-long civil war fought mainly on the basis of noise
(one side advancing firing wildly and the other getting scared and
falling back if they couldn’t make as much
“espalhafato” [noise] kills few soldiers but 100,000
civilians -- 75,000 Portuguese leave the lands they had colonized when
nearly uninhabited and occupied for 500 years, with two suitcases and
a handful of money which could not be exchanged in any country --
unpaid Movimento Popular troops celebrate victory with a rampage of
looting and killing --

CONGO (Brazzaville): Chinese is made one of the official languages,
even though none of the Africans can speak it --

CONGO (Zaire): 4 years of mass rape, cannibalism, and torture -- 16
Italian Air Foremen killed and eaten -- Congolese envoy to the UN
killed and eaten, but his brief case saved -- the only peaceful
province invaded and wrecked by mercenary “peace keeping”
troops from the UN (“the pay is very good, twice what we get in
Sweden”) -- a Congolese army officer brutally rapes and English
nun, then puts his arm around her tenderly and says, “Now you
are my wife” -- she is saved from death by torture by white
mercenaries from Rhodesia (it is not generally known that one in five
of these was killed and very few ever got paid for saving so many
lives) --

SUDAN: A 27-year civil war --

ETHIOPIA: Students blown up with dynamite to save ammunition --

TANZANIA: Another Communist dictatorship which
“Africanized” the railroads and wrecked all the trains,
then asked the Europeans to come back --

This is “freedom”.

There is a 1500-mile long illegal slave trade route in Africa today.
There is an Anti-Slavery Society in London. There is an Anti-Slavery
Commission in the UN. All the slave-trading countries are UN members.

“Britain has granted independence to more people than any other
nation in history”, bragged Harold Wilson. “Yes,”
said Ian Smith, “and in one instance this resulted in a million
people being killed in 3 days”. --

INDIA: 10 million peasants thrown onto the roads overnight as Hindus
and Moslems fight to kick each other out of what is today India and
Pakistan -- refugee trains stopped en route, and their passengers
slaughtered -- vultures feed on the remains of entire towns massacred
by religious bandits -- a later civil war costs two lives in
disgusting atrocities --

These are the dictatorial pacifists who lecture the world, and
Southern Africa in particular, on peace and love.

Have you heard of our moral obligations imposed on us internationally
by the UN? Compare Biafra to East Pakistan. Compare the Congo to
Hungary or Prague. Compare Rhodesia to Uganda. Compare Africa to
Eastern Europe.

You will see that all UN actions, morals, obligations, and commitments
are created solely by Soviet interests.

Do you remember when it was immoral to import Rhodesian chrome -- a
vital defence material, essential for high-grade steel, the only
decent chrome in the world? (Filipino chrome is no good). The
Rhodesians sold it to the Russians for US $ 35 a ton. The Russians
sold it to America for US $ 70 a ton.
Thus was Rhodesian chrome made “moral”. [Source: Peck,
RHODESIA ACCUSES].

In Africa, European-owned farms, homes, and businesses are tolerated
only until the Africans can stand the chaos created by their
confiscation. The owners are given 24 hours to leave the country with
two suitcases and a few dollars; or they are given cash and expelled,
but are prohibited by “exchange control regulations” from
taking the cash with them; or they are paid off with government bonds
which do not mature for 25 years and can be repudiated by any
succeeding government; or they are terrorized by thugs and are told by
the police, “If you don’t like it, why don’t you get
out of the country!” Then technicians are imported to exploit
the resources created or discovered by the former whites. Statistics
are falsified by equating the old whites with the new ones.
“Despite the horror of the past, there are now 60,000 Belgians
(or whatever), spread through the Congo, which once had 90,000, and
the nation’s industries, commerce and transport system could not
work without them”. Ah, but which ones are they?

This is the new colonialism. We must help to kill the white Rhodesians
so as to butter up the blacks into allowing us to help exploit their
property, or the enormous mineral resources which the blacks were
never aware of.

“The trouble is, a lot of the Europeans just got greedy”,
said a woman in Salisbury who ran from Zambia. “A lot of them
just thought, oh, well, it won’t happen to me. I knew someone
who had a business in Zambia. He stayed. They waited ten years. Then
sure enough, when he had built it up into an established business,
they ‘Africanized’ it.

The terrorists are not freedom fighters. To be in the army in Rhodesia
is relatively safe unless you happen to step on a landmine, run into
an ambush, or catch up with someone you are chasing. Terrorists stay
away from soldiers because soldiers carry guns. The purpose of
terrorism is to discourage civilian cooperation with an established
government. What is not safe is to be an unarmed African in a
terrorist-infested zone. Such a person is likely to see his chief
beaten to death, his wife and daughters raped, his sons kidnapped, his
ears, lips and nose cut off “pour encourager les autres”.
He will be told, “We are coming back. Do not tell the Europeans
which way we went. We want so many bags of maize waiting for us when
we return.”

Since he fears being cut to pieces with a rusty bayonet more than he
fears hanging or imprisonment at the hands of the authorities, the
whites cannot win in a contest of terror and do not try. They are
forced to appeal to the African self-interest in some way. Primarily,
this means two things: protection and revenge.

One reason so many blacks are killed fighting for the Smith government
is because the terrorists will not surrender to them. They know how
hated they are. It is a big problem in the Rhodesian army to get the
Rhodesian African Rifles to take prisoners.

Terrorists are recruited by kidnapping and disciplined by torture. 400
African children were kidnapped from a mission school and taken
towards the Mozambique border with the Army in pursuit. Ocassionally
the “terrs” will kill a farmer if they can catch him in
the field, or see him through the windows at night; once in a while
they will ambush cars. Recently they tossed a hand grenade into a
restaurant, an IRA trick which is as likely to kill some of the
over-abundant black waiters as anybody else. But generally, you are
far more likely to be killed by a drunken driver on the long empty
Rhodesian roads than you are by a terrorist.

The Mau Mau terror in Kenya, for example, killed 13,000 blacks and
lasted for years, but killed exactly 55 white soldiers and civilians.

The terrorism has nothing to do with Rhodesia’s independence
disputes and began long before. A friend of mine taught at a private
school, Cranborne Boys’ School in Salisbury with about 200
students. There was a plaque with plenty of space left on it in the
chapel, dedicated to students who had been killed on military service
in the Zambezi Valley. There were about six of them, going all the way
back to the early 1960s.

Is failing to outnumber the blacks really a worse crime than murdering
them all? Or is it simply that the Rhodesians are white? Are we
fighting a race war against ourselves? Do we despise ourselves that
much? Or is it simply that we only care about money?

“Oh God, let my neighbours be slaughtered one by one, let my
children live under Communism, but let me have my boat, my car, my TV,
my sauna bath, my swimming pool, my plane, but oh God, please
don’t make me think about tomorrow.”

Rhodesia is criticized because the whites hold half the land. Who do
you think is going to feed them all? One would think the blacks
eradicated sleeping sickness, which made much of the country
uninhabitable; one would think it was the witch doctors who allowed
their population to increase by a factor of ten in eighty-five years.

Perhaps you have noticed that countries in which Africans hold all the
land must subsist largely off foreign aid. The Frelimo government of
Mozambique confiscated the homes and farms of a quarter million
Portuguese, and then asked the Rhodesians to feed their starving
population! As soon as they got their hands on a couple of trainloads
of Rhodesian maize, they declared war on Rhodesia! They were instantly
given a healthy dose of foreign aid “assistance” by
Britain, whose socialist Prime Minister at that time owned five
houses.

This is “independent African agriculture”. Who is supposed
to provide the Africans with all the benefits of civilization which
they enjoy but seldom pay for?

What would happen to the standard of living of American and the world
if all the best land were divided up into 1 acre parcels to be farmed
by people who use no machinery, who plant by poking holes in the
ground with a stick, who use no contour ploughing or erosion control,
no artificial fertilizer, who quit work for several years every time
they get a good harvest, who use no crop rotation, who erode and
exhaust the land and then move?

The South African government spent 77 million Rand (100 million
dollars) on farm machinery for the Zulus. The next year everything was
rusting and going back to bush. And the Africans said, “We had a
good harvest last year, why the hell should we work this year?”

Japanese agronomists visited the Transkei, an independent homeland for
the Xhosa. They said it could feed three million Oriental peasants and
allow them to export food. It cannot feed one million Africans.

Rhodesia is criticized for spending more money on the education of
white children than black. What do you expect? The whites are
outnumbered every year simply by the number of black babies born.
Either the whites must adopt an African standard of culture and
educate no one, or they must spend more of their money on themselves.

Half of the blacks in Rhodesia are less than fifteen years old; yet
the percentage of population in school is almost as high in Rhodesia
as it is in Britain. If the blacks are not capable of educating
themselves, what makes them capable of running the country?

American and British policy towards Rhodesia is to support
“majority rule”, even it that means minorities must be
killed. Since this is in direct contradiction to the policies followed
in their own countries, where minorities are worshipped, it simply
means that if blacks are in the minority, they must be given
privileges. If they are not in the minority, they must be given more
privileges.
Eighty-five years ago the Rhodesian blacks had no knowledge of the
existence of the wheel; today they ride bicycles. Eighty-five years
ago they had no written language; today they are taught to read. This
is not enough for the world. They must all drive cars and go to
university. Who is going to pay for it? Are you?

Eighty-five years ago the Mashona were on the point of extinction at
the hands of the Matabele. Today they are in the majority. The general
population is ten times what it was. As for “majority
rule”, if it were not for the whites, there wouldn’t be
any “majority”; they would all be dead.

There are two terrorist armies in Rhodesia today, divided along the
familiar Russian-Chinese, tribal lines, just as there were in Angola.
How long will the Mashona enjoy their “rule” when they
cease to be protected by the whites?

Perhaps those journalists to whom 10,000 miles’ distance has
given a superior understanding will explain what gives the African his
right to wreck everything. Perhaps those who sell their homes at a
loss rather than share a single American city with the blacks will
explain whether they would prefer to farm in Zambia.

Perhaps those liberal politicians who force others to integrate and
then send their own children to all-white suburban private schools
will explain why the American blacks, who are so much more advanced,
ran a convicted rapist [Eldridge Cleaver] for President in 1968, and
publicly declared him the “ideal black man”, the best they
could come up with.

In Belgium and French Canada, say the Rhodesians, people are killed
because of linguistic differences. In Northern Ireland, people are
killed because of religious differences. In Africa, people are killed
because of tribal differences. We have all of that here, and we live
in peace. Leave us alone!

To say that one hopes for a peaceful solution to Rhodesia’s
racial problems while agitating for majority rule, is simply to utter
a hypocritical threat. Rhodesia’s racial problems are created by
foreign
politicians. If they do not get what they want for nothing, they will
resort to war. The peaceful solution is to leave Rhodesia alone.

Do you think that you are generous? Do you want to do right? Would you
abandon your home, your business, your savings, risk the lives of your
family, to beg charity in foreign countries you have never seen, in
climates you have never experienced, in middle age -- if you could
escape?

And for what? So that Africans can vote? Rhodesian is almost the only
country in Africa where they do vote. In the weeks following UDI,
military take-overs and revolutions were taking place in Africa at the
rate of one a week. Every single one of these dictatorships was
recognized by the world within a week.

One man, one vote -- one time. When have they voted? Where do they
vote? Nowhere -- but in Rhodesia, the Ivory Coast, and Botswana.
Botswana is described on the first page.

Look at the slaughters, look at the tortures, look at the ignorance.
It is not enough to treat the Africans better than they have ever
treated each other. No. It is not enough to treat the Africans as well
as you can.

No. In Rhodesia the rule is not “Do unto others as you would
have them do unto you.” In Rhodesia the rule must be:

“Allow others to do unto you things you would never dream of
doing to them, just as long as they are black.”

What makes Rhodesia wicked? Let me quote from Time, a consistent enemy
of Rhodesia:
“The (African) standard of living is higher than in any of the
black nations to the north… 85 per cent of all school age
children are actually in school… there are modern hospitals for
blacks in Bulawayo and Salisbury… the townships are neat and
well-planned… they compare favourably with the festering shanty
towns of Latin America, Asia, and other African countries.”

Everything the Africans have has been given to them by the whites. It
is to satisfy the ignorant envy of people to incompetent to supply
themselves with the most basic of modern conveniences that Rhodesia
must be destroyed. It is to erase the last reminders of their
technical and inventive inferiority that the whites must be killed
with our help.

“Few of their houses are equipped with electricity…”
says Time. One would think the blacks invented electricity, since it
is theirs by right regardless of cost, possibility, or birth rates.
The whites must be killed to allow the politicians to pretend that
they did invent it.

Do you think you are immune? You are next on the list. Do you think
the politicians with all their wealth will ever suffer in the world
they are creating? They will be in positions of influence and will
become richer than ever -- like the land-speculating socialist Prime
Ministers of Great Britain, or the chauffeured commissars of Soviet
Russia with their tax-free salaries, private department stores and
reserved freeway lanes.

There are supposed to be 300 American mercenaries fighting in
Rhodesia, “with more arriving every day”. Do you believe
this? The Rhodesian Armed Forces minus reservists, conscripts and
Africans amounts to about 1600 men.

To defy the world for independence with a handful of professional
soldiers would at one time have been called “courageous”.
Today that is a privilege reserved “For Non-Whites Only”.

Do you remember the famous tank invasion along the Mozambique border
which was expected at any moment? The Mozambique border is made up of
800 miles of 2,000 ft. cliffs with few roads. The experts on Rhodesia
have never heard of the Zambesi Escarpment. It will remain a guerrilla
war for a long time.

Do you remember the famous “Wiriyamu Massacre”? Where
Portuguese soldiers were supposed to have killed 400 (or was it 463?)
villagers in a village by that name? No village with that or any
similar name in that area was ever proven to exist. Yet the stories of
the Wiriyamu massacre and the search for the village of Wiriyamu made
headlines all over the world for months. (Strangely enough, until the
revolution in Portugal almost to the day.) This story was later found
to have fabricated at a conference in Czechoslovakia. About the best
thing you can say for newspapers is that they will print anything that
makes money.

I repeat that prejudice means pre-judging. It does not mean
generalizing on the basis of statistics or experience, because there
is no other way to live.

Some people, however, prefer to imitate the joke:

“I know nothing about it and so am completely
unprejudiced.”

Recently an un-elected American official [Henry Kissinger], without
the knowledge or consent of the American people, attempted to commit
his adopted country to the support of several un-elected Communist
dictatorships in their voting-rights war against Rhodesia, a country
which that official has never even visited.

Since Mr. Kissinger is a refugee from Nazi Germany, it is apparent
that he feels something less than grateful: Rhodesian had the highest
killed-in-action ratio of any Commonwealth country during WWII.
Rhodesia would accept Mr. Kissinger; Rhodesia would protect his life,
his family, his property, his religion; it would allow him full
citizenship after two years.

Can he say the same for Zambia or Mozambique, where religious
minorities are tortured, killed, driven into the jungles to starve,
where churches are abolished and religion is illegal?

Neither has there ever been any anti-Semitic legislation in South
Africa, where Jews enjoy full political rights.

South African Jews are among the richest in the world. They are the
second greatest single source of Israeli foreign exchange. They have
been allowed to do this in a very short time. And they have almost
single-handedly financed the movement towards black rule in that
country. They are also known to pay or treat their Africans no better
than anyone else, as personal experience and strikes at Mr.
Oppenheimer’s diamond company can soon attest.

Somehow such people as Mr. Kissinger never manage to give away
anything which belongs to them personally. “’Tis thine
they give away, and not their own. Pirates may make cheap penny-worths
of their pillage, and purchase friends, and give to courtesans, still
revelling, like lords, till all be gone; Whileas the silly owner of
the goods weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, and trembling
stands aloof while all is shared and all is borne away, ready to
starve, and dare not touch his own.”

The willingness of South African Jews to repay with contempt the
privileges and opportunities of citizenship in one of the richest (and
freest) countries of the world, to which most of them fled as
penniless refugees, has caused them to be widely hated.

It is not generally believed, however, that they will stay to enjoy
the fruits of black rule when it comes; at that point it will become
the moral duty of some other country, perhaps one even richer and more
generous than South Africa, to take them in on the grounds of their
religion and give them another chance.

The Rhodesians will have no such privilege. Their passports are
recognized by South Africa and Switzerland. Stay and be slaughtered.

Britain, which only recently modified a law theoretically permitting
any citizen of a Commonwealth Country (that is, about half the world)
to enter Britain as a permanent resident regardless of money, skills,
diseases, or knowledge of English, will take black Rhodesians, but not
the white.

Stay and be slaughtered. Why should they negotiate? They know that as
long as white authority is maintained, they are safe; but the day it
crumbles, their homes will be attacked, their wives will be raped,
their children will be butchered.

This is no fantasy; it has happened in a dozen UN member states. It is
dismissed as fantasy by people who live in fantasies of their own.

There are people in Rhodesia who fled as refugees twice already, who
have fled from country -- from Goa -- to Mozambique or Angola -- to
Rhodesia -- from Kenya or Tanzania -- to Zambia -- to Rhodesia -- from
Germany, or China, or Lithuania -- to Rhodesia --

Do you see something happening to the map?

-- Algeria, Somalia, Mozambique, Angola, Cape Verde, Viet Nam, the
Canal, the other Canal, the Cape;

-- The Mediterranean, the Persian Gulf, the Indian Ocean, the South
Atlantic, the South Pacific:

-- All the world’s shipping, all the world’s waterways,
all the world’s oceans; all the world’s oil, all the
world’s gold, all the world’s chrome; all the
world’s natural resources.

Let the Americans believe it does not matter if the world is
controlled by their enemies. Let them learn.

Let them learn when it is too late.

What will you do? Will you have the courage of the Rhodesians?

UDI began with a quote from Shakespeare:

“That he which hath no stomach to this fight, let him depart. He
today that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother, and gentlemen
in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves accursed they were not
here.”

Will it end with another?

“A dream of what thou wert; a breath, a bubble, a sign of
dignity, A garish flag to be the aim of every dangerous shot…
Having naught but the thought of what thou wert, To torture you the
more, being what thou art. Come, lead me to the block; bear them my
head. They smile at me that shortly shall be dead.”

--

Bibliography:

Books: Rhodesia Accuses, (A.J.A. Peck); Call Africa 999 (John Peer
Nugent), The Fabric of Terror (Bernardo Teixeira); Traitor’s
End, (Nathaniel Weyl); The Terror Fighters (Al J. Venter), (all
available from www.alibris.com), Tuez-les Tous (Jean Bühler,
Flammarion); White Man, Think Again, by A. Jacobs (available from
www.natvan.com); and a wide variety of other books on Africa,
including, particularly Inside Africa (John Gunther) , etc.

Newspapers: London Daily Telegraph; Los Angeles Times; Human Events; a
wide variety of American and British conservative newsletters,
particularly, the newsletter of the Christian Anti-Communist Crusade,
edited by Dr. Fred L. Schwarz of Long Beach California; a number of
Rhodesian, South African, and Portuguese newspapers and magazines,
particularly, To the Point and Property & Finance (Salisbury). The
last was destroyed in a libel action by Ian Smith the day after the
editor’s only son was killed in action fighting a no-win war at
the behest of the sell-out Smith government.

This text is offered for what it is worth. Readers who do not believe
in the reality of the African atrocities described therein are invited
to substitute a few African atrocities of their own choosing. The text
is so far out of date (25 years) that necklacing hadn’t even
been invented yet.

EPILOGUE

I was in Rhodesia in 1973, and was married in South Africa. The above
were my impressions, written in the United States in 1976 and widely
distributed by Dr. W. Steuart McBirnie and Roland L. Morgan, both of
them Evangelical Christians. It contains certain predictions about the
future. Was I right or wrong?

The following article appeared in Scotland’s largest newspaper,
The Scotsman, on Wednesday, 5 February 1997 -- 21 years after
publication of the text given above, and only 3 years after South
Africa’s“transition to democracy”.

[Beginning of quote]

RAPISTS SYMPTOM OF SOUTH AFRICA'S VIOLENT TURMOIL
By Carolyn Dempster
In Johannesburg
Psychologists are hard pressed to explain a rise in sexual assault,
but fear the social consequences

RAPE is the new buzzword in South Africa’s already crime-sated
media. Not a day passes [!], nor can you turn a page of a newspaper
[!] without reading a report of yet another horrifying assault [!] on
a woman or child [!], some as young as six months old. [!]

It has become such a regular feature of life in South African society
that the vast majority of assaults go unreported, and many of the
perpetrators believe they are doing nothing wrong [!]. According to
the latest police statistics, a woman is raped every 83 seconds [!].
Every 14 minutes a rape will be reported at a police station.

These figures date back to 1994, the year South Africa made the
transition to democracy [!]. In the opinion of police investigators
and care professionals, the situation has deteriorated even further
since then [!].

It was only a few days into 1997 when five armed assailants broke into
the home of a family in the small Johannesburg suburb of Malvern.
After tying up the adults, the gunmen took the two girls in the
family, aged 13 and 15, upstairs and raped them repeatedly. Both girls
are now too terrified to leave the house. The younger adolescent
cannot even bring herself to use the bathroom, the scene of her
ordeal. And it will take weeks before either of the girls finds out
whether they are pregnant or have been infected with AIDS.

Days later another gang intent on rape and burglary struck in
Observatory, to the north-east of Johannesburg. The method was the
same. In an intensive hunt and search operation, the police tracked
down and arrested the men they believe are responsible.

For a while the dinner table talk of rape subsided in
Johannesburg’s northern suburbs. But then, last Thursday, Leon
Erasmus and his nine-months pregnant financée, Gina, became the latest
victims. Leon lay, bound and helpless on the floor of his home, and
watched one of the armed men rape 18-year old Gina while he pleaded
with them not to touch her because she was heavily pregnant [!].

Also watching was Gina’s three-year-old niece. “I looked
up and saw her big eyes looking at me” [!], the pregnant woman
remembers. Meanwhile the rapist shouted to his colleague in Zulu,
“Every time we do this, it gets easier -- look, these people are
too scared to move.” [!!!]

How does Gina feel? “Dirty”, she answers. I feel so
dirty… and dirty for my baby inside me.” But her silent
acquiescence probably saved the life of her niece.

If this and other similar stories strike terror into the hearts of
South Africa’s white citizens [i.e, all the above victims were
white], then pity the thousands of black women and children who run
the gauntlet of the townships and squalid squatter camps, where
unemployment and alcohol abuse [!] are the twin evils fuelling sexual
frustration [!!!].

In Memelodi, a township outside Pretoria, Cecilia Nthlaborlala was
waiting with her sister for a taxi home. Eight armed men confronted
the two women. While three dragged Maggie into a nearby hostel and
raped her there, Cecilia was bundled off into the bushes and
gang-raped for four hours by the five remaining men.

Unlike many thousands of women who are too ashamed to take their story
to the police, she reported hers, but the men remain at large, free to
terrorize others.

Trauma counsellors, psychologists and politicians have been hard
pressed [!] to explain the apparent [!!] increase in rape. Greame
Simpson, director of the Centre for the Study of Violence and
Reconciliation gives one of the reasons as the violent transitional
turmoil in South African society.

“For at least the past decade, the political and criminal
violence rooted in apartheid [!!!] has been matched by incremental
increases in the more ‘private’ phenomenon of rape,
marital battery and child abuse”, he argues. “This is an
ongoing symptomatic manifestation of the growing powerlessness [!] and
perceived emasculation of men [!!] in this violence-ridden and
traditionally male-dominated society.” [!!!]

Whether that explains the rape and abuse of five-year-old girls [!] by
nine-year-old boys [!!] is another matter. [!!!] An average of 200
child rapes [!] are reported to the police Child Protection Unit in
the province of Gauteng every week [!!!]. Most child rapes remain
hidden [!] because the children are simply too terrified to tell. [!]

Glenys van Halter is an artist who has dedicated her life to working
with children in the squatter settlements in the squatter settlements
around Johannesburg. When she first started giving art and craft
classes in the settlement schools, she was shocked to see little girls
and boys drawing huge pictures of penises. [!!!]

“It was then I realized just how serious the abuse was”,
she says. “There is a major crisis out there. I often get very
depressed and spend many afternoons crying. All these children want is
a secure, normal, happy life, which is their right. [COMMENT: That is
precisely what they enjoyed under the white-dominated system of
apartheid.] Very few children have access to counselling, and there is
going to be a disturbed and traumatized generation if something is not
done.”

A fact file of cases reveals that children are growing up hiding their
trauma, believing that sex is something they have to give in to (on
the part of girls) [!] or that they can simply take at will [!!] (in
the case of boys).

Marilyn Donaldson, a clinical psychologist, goes against the common
grain when she points out that sex offers an instant high [!], a quick
fix for frustration. “Sniffing glue gives poverty-stricken
individuals a quick, cheap and effective high [!!], and so does
sex.[!!!] And if the sex can’t be obtained by mutual consent,
rape is the next best option.” [!!!]

What is worse, according to the team of counsellors and psychologists
at the University of the Witwatersrand’s trauma clinic in
Johannesburg, is that the perpetrators feel that they are entitled to
instant gratification [!].

“To this end the bodies of women and children [!] are frequently
used in a callous and careless way”, says one of the
counsellors, Mercy Hlongweni. “Young perpetrators talk about
boredom as being a factor in their reasons for raping. Adolescent boys
flippantly explain why they raped their sister [!] cousin [!!] or
younger brother [!!!] simply because they wanted to see what sex was
like.”

One 15-year-old told his eight-year-old cousin after he had abused her
that he was going to be a rapist when he grew up [!].

Amid the public outcry for castration [COMMENT: Why not just necklace
them all? That's how they took over the country], there is some effort
on the part of the courts to prevent alleged rapists getting out quite
so easily on bail. But as the trauma clinic counsellors point out, the
problem exists on a much deeper level. Sexual practices, myths and
beliefs need to be researched, explored and exploded and the silence
around the issue broken if the country’s women and children are
to escape unscathed.

[End quote]

FINAL COMMENT: Note that the above article places responsibility
everywhere except where it belongs: upon the irrationality and
destructiveness of the African, an obviously inferior race by any sane
standard of comparison. Nor does the article express much compassion
when the victims are white. I know South African white refugees in
Europe today who have lost everything, in Rhodesia and South Africa
both, and they are STILL LIBERALS. No matter how many necklacings,
voodoo mutilation murders, rapes, and torture cases occur in their
immediate area, no matter how many times they are attacked, no matter
how many times they lose everything they own, they NEVER LEARN.

In Hitler’s words, “Those who do not wish to fight in this
world of eternal struggle, do not deserve to live”. Vae victis.

CARLOS W. PORTER
2000 A.D.

For further information, contact:
www.amren.com
www.apopulistreview.com
www.bloodyafrica.com
www.hatedbooks.com
home.mweb.co.za/savimbi (see also:
home.mweb.co.za/savimbi/imagesterror.htm)
(if there are any problems with this address, contact
vel...@mweb.co.za or write TRUST SOUTHERN CROSS AFRICA PO BOX 36189
Menlo Park 0102 South Africa). There are probably 50-100
Rhodesian-South African Internet sites, with everything from pictures
of
butchered farmers (and not just farmers) to historical Rhodesian
flags. Search and ye shall find.

[Gary Woodfine]

maybe u should post too
aspiringauthors.com!
most of that is bullshit anyway!!
out of date and distorted!

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[Barnaby]

"Gary Woodfine" <Cyko...@btopenworld.com> wrote in message
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>
>
> maybe u should post too
> aspiringauthors.com!
> most of that is bullshit anyway!!
> out of date and distorted!

interesting post!
thanks!
what are you on about!

[Rev T. N. Nurse]

In article <a2kc11$12d$1...@knossos.btinternet.com>, "Gary Woodfine"
<Cyko...@btopenworld.com> wrote:

> maybe u should post too
> aspiringauthors.com!
> most of that is bullshit anyway!!
> out of date and distorted!

[1700 lines of redundant text whacked]

Maybe you should learn to trim articles before posting.

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[Huw Waters]

I read all of it. Never judge someone without knowing their full
opinion. I think that sort of information is out of date. i.e. South
Africa. They had the Boer War, but nowdyas, Europeans and Natives, seem
to be living well together.

But there is an exception in other parts of Africa. Mugabe and his
policies. Whites defending their rights and land all acording to law and
1,000 or so, Natives attacking his farm. They wanted the land. they
wanted independence. They wanted to be better than the Europeans. But,
in some areas when the whites left, farm equipment was left to rust, due
to their lack of knowledge and land was taken over by the wilderness.
They wanted to be civilised through theft and murder.

Over in the rest of the world after the wrongful act of slavery and
inmigration of blacks, they do whatever they want, gain whatever they
want, and still recieve no hatred, except for the odd ignorent person.

In the end, it all comes down to the might of a nation in warfare, in
the past.

Huw

[al]

My one question, would be, how was the land gained in the first place.
Was it bought equitably??

[barry]

the land was taken by the agressive tribe who massacred the natives.
africans dont care about such considerations anyway.
bulawao means place of the killing.
if whites were not in zimbabwe the population would be a tenth of what
it is now , and the agressive tribe would have exterminated the
mashona.
its all in the article.
whites are entitle d to all that land , read some charles darwin.
it must cost the global economy trillions every year to waste africa
on subhuman negros

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[st...@ecs.soton.ac.uk]

The Boer War was between the Dutch Settlers and the British Colonial Rulers and had little to do with the indigenous population.

[Barnaby]

"barry" <barrie...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> the land was taken by the agressive tribe who massacred the natives.
> africans dont care about such considerations anyway.
> bulawao means place of the killing.
> if whites were not in zimbabwe the population would be a tenth of what
> it is now , and the agressive tribe would have exterminated the
> mashona.
> its all in the article.
> whites are entitle d to all that land , read some charles darwin.
> it must cost the global economy trillions every year to waste africa
> on subhuman negros

Not to mention the huge ammount wasted trying to educate born-to-be-thick
honkies.

[Dave]

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>
> "barry" <barrie...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
> news:f336ae1a.02012...@posting.google.com...

> > the land was taken by the agressive tribe of Anglo-Saxons who massacred
the natives,
> > .
> >
> and the agressive tribe exterminated the
>
.

> > subhuman
>
> honkies.
>
>