Die kind asem hoop

skryf sy drome op venster wasems

Lag trane 

van donker druppels in rooi riviere

Sing vals 

uit volle bors die lied van die oranje god

Met toe oe

die spook van pieter se seun in sy arms

…Hom…

Die kind van hom…
Dit is die storm in sy bloed
Die lawaai wat raas in sy siel
Bloei blomme in sy denke
Soekende arms na vrede bomme 
Ja
Die kind van Tata
Tata se kind

How do I feel this morning?

As an immigrant I fell deeply in love with America. I saw the beauty and the promises. I loved every part I could see and got to love the flaws too. Because those flaws were what made it so unique. I loved the sweet words it whispered in my ears. I simply fell in love and knew this was it.

I woke up this morning feeling dirty. The love I felt betrayed. The words and promises empty. America cheated on me.

It will never be the same. I now know the flaws run deeper than I imagined. That those words empty.

America did not just cheat on me. It lied and abused me. It hates my family and my friends.

It will never be the same. The honeymoon is over.

But I will stay. For the kids. And try to fix this. Because I still love America. But now my eyes are wide open.

You don’t get to claim Christian values and close your house and country to those in their most desperate hour.

You don’t get to claim Christian values and love those who count their money and brags about how rich they are. 

You don’t get to claim Christian values and support those who who sexually assault women and cheated on their spouses multiple times.

You don’t get to claim Christian values and speak hatred of others who are different from you instead of washing their feet.

You don’t get to claim Christian values and believe doing everything for yourself instead of others is the essence of leadership.

You don’t get to claim Christian values and hate your neighbor instead of loving your neighbor like you love yourself.

You don’t get to claim Christian values and embrace those who spew hatred and lies believing they will represent your values.

You just don’t.

The lies Christians tell themselves and the fear they hide in their hearts during this election is despicable. Someone actually played the Christian values card with me AND said they will vote for Trump because he will have policies consistent with their values. You cannot have it both ways. You either believe in Christian values and never compromise or you don’t ever compromise those values. I will judge your beliefs because it is bullshit when you believe only when it is convenient. If you vote for Trump then simply be honest with yourself and say “I am suspending my Christian values for a few weeks to get what I want”. Don’t lie to yourself or to your god.

And to those who say “but it is not all Christians” I say bullshit. It is the loudest amongst you. It is the loudest shouting for Trump. Like when they ask for Muslims to speak out against those terrorists who claims to be Muslims – you can’t ask them to speak out but allow these “Christians” to hide their hatred and fear behind this false veneer of beliefs. Your silence is deafening.

Christian values. Is it a menu you can pick from when you want to have them? Bullshit artists.

I don’t want to wait anymore.

I don’t want to wait for them to be on our side.

I don’t want to wait for the change to happen.

I don’t want to wait for more people to die.

I don’t want to wait for it to get better.

How much blood must flow while I wait?

How much blood before it gets better?

How much blood before it stops?

It doesn’t get better when people die.

It doesn’t get better when it’s blow after blow.

Just make it stop.

Now.

I see little hands.

They played over the water. Once.

I see little hands. Little hands holding. Holding on. Tight. So tight.

Those little hands clinging. To a dress. A shirt. Any piece of clothing will do.

I see little hands grasping. For mom. For dad. For anything. Anyone.

Those little hands.

Little hands reaching. Up. Higher. Pushing harder. For something. For air. Just a little bit will do for little lungs.

Little hands splashing. Slapping water. Fighting water. So much water for such little hands.

Those little hands. I see those little hands.

Little hands searching. For me. For you. For us.

Those little hands.

Those cold little hands. So cold. Blue.

Gripping.

Even just my little finger would do. They are so little. Just a little bit would help. They will hold on forever if they could. Hold on to me. My little finger for those those little hands. That will do.

I see little hands.

Still.

So still.

Just quiet little hands.

I see little hands. I see little hands do nothing.

Just little hands. Still. Not moving. Ever again.

Those little immigrant hands. Those illegal little hands. Those fleeing little hands.

I hope it gets a warm hug somewhere.

We see the signs everywhere. On Facebook. On Tweets. Profile pictures. Snapchats with friends. Retweets with strangers. Everywhere we see the Charlies.

Je suis Charlie because madmen murdered in the name of a silly god. Cowards hiding and murdering behind masks because they were to weak to face the mighty pencils of Charlie, Charb and all those brave cynical cartoonists who made us giggle with shock and awe.

Je suis Charlie.

Je suis Charlie because we feel the world shifting. We feel powerless in the face of cowards. But we feel powerful because we need to stand up to them. Them…

Je suis Charlie?

Who are they? This them? Who are these people we need to stand up against?

Is it the madmen killing in the name of a silly god?

Is it the crazies denying the rights of people to love in the name of their own version of the silly god?

Is it the money eaters who kill economies in the name of profits?

Is it the greed grabbers 1% who always want, want, want more even though they have it all while those who serve them live hand to mouth?

Is it the soulless who refuse to change except to make the permanent climate change the one that will kill us all?

Is it… Is it?

Women’s rights. Poverty. Diseases. Hunger. People getting killed for being black. Cops being executed for being cops. Pedophiles. Lying politicians. Deniers of rights. Racists. Bigots. Creationists. Name them. Them.

Who are they? These them? It is all of them. Those killing, hating, discriminating, stealing, greeding, profiting in the name of their silly gods – whether it is a god they see when they look up at the sky or a god they see when they stare at the wallets.

That is the enemy we have to fight. All of them.

Je suis Charlie?

Je suis Charlie.

Tell me Charlie. What you doing to stop these people? Are you carrying a sign each time they come after us? Whether in the streets of Ferguson or Wall Street. Whether at Charlie Hebdo or church pews. Whether the blue eyes they give women through their violence or the blue sky they choke with their burning of old trees dug from the earth. Whether it is the hunger they refuse to fill or the future of the kids that are nil.

Tell me Charlie. When do we say enough is enough. When do you earn the right to say “Je suis Charlie”.

Je suis Charlie?

And what about the others, Charlie?

Every kid going hungry. Every worker denied a right. Every cent under-earned by women. Every African dying of a preventable disease. Every African American killed in the streets. Every school teacher throwing themselves in the path of the bullets being sprayed at another school. Every cop being shot when dealing with the dregs of our society. Every farmer struggling because the corporate machine squeezes another drop of profit. Every tree felled for a bit more palm oil. Every specie dying because we choke the earth with our fossil fuels. Every student getting raped. Every person denied a vote. Every women forced to cover herself. Every gay marriage not allowed. Every immigrant exploited. Every injustice committed. Every freedom denied. All that and so much more. Every. Single. Thing.

Those are our people Charlie.

We can’t deny it. We can’t unsee it. We can’t refute it. We can’t unfeel it.

Je suis Charlie?

Je suis Charlie.

Hi there! A reminder that I now write over on the Huffington Post and Triple Pundit. Here are two new blogs I wrote over there:

Snake Oil Selling is about how business have lost its social mission and need to go back to their roots.

The Consumer Becoming the Consumed asks whether all this data mining of our information is turning us into being the consumed and that we will only be okay with it once we klnow as much about them as they mine about us.

Let me know what you think of them!