Jy blaai in die argief vir 2009 Oktober.

Latest on my dad

Oktober 27, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Hospice nurse was here again yesterday, and I also asked a GP-friend to come and examine him. Both suggested that the time for homecare was definitely over, as he needed pain control (morphine or something) as well as specialised care.

Hospice didn’t have a bed available, so by 17h00 I called an ambulance. He is now in hospital (luckilly has got medical aid), and by last night 22h30 when I left there, he was sleeping soundly because of the IV-painkillers. Also had tests done: ECG, chest X-ray and bloods.

Heart weak, but that’s normal. No sign of kidney or lung infection. Will have scan done today – doctor suggested (off the record) that scan will probably confirm that it is the prostate cancer getting aggresive and painful for the first time. He says it normally spreads to the back, and that the severe abdominal pain could be that. My GP-friend suspects the same thing.

I’m off to the hospital again. So far behind with work that I feel like I’m ahead for next year…

Didn’t have time for newspapers yesterday, but saw a front page in hospital shop. ZUMA PRAISES MALEMA????

Does Mr Z seriously want to support THAT man and lose the bit of trust and goodwill that he has build up so far with thinking, responsible South Africans?

I would have thought twice, but I suspect the ANC can’t afford to alienate the Youth League. But still, not a clever move at all.

Update on my dad

Oktober 25, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

My dad is still very weak, but at least the fever is gone. Sleeping mostly, and complaining of pain everywhere. He has never done that before – getting him to sit up, is apparently especially painful. Tonight he said his back is sore – by a process of elimination I discovered it’s the lower back, spreading around to the front in the region of the bladder. Heated one of those beanbagthingies and let the aide rub the back with arnica oil. Hopefully that and the pain medicine will do the trick.

The hospice sister was here again yesterday. Told me it’s possible that the prostate cancer has now spread to the bones, which it apparently does after a few years. (It’s a slow cancer, usually only resulting in death after about 8 – 10 years, as far as I could find out.)

I heard from his original urologist that he (the doctor) suspected cancer in 2002 already, but that my dad asked him not to confirm it, as it would make no difference. It was officially diagnosed and named 3 years ago, when it was already progressing fast. A year’s Zoladex-injections followed, but after he moved here last year, the urologist said it won’t serve any purpose to continue with this, as the side effects (hot flushes, etc) is not worth it at his age. So, it makes sense that this could be the prostate cancer.

Something (possibly the Parkinsons working on the lungs???) still makes it impossible for him to cough. Looks and sounds extremely painful.

The hospice sister said they will discuss his case tomorrow to see if he should be admitted there. Even if just for a respite. Apparently that service is available to give the carers a break when needed.

What hell it must be to have all these crippling things (1 big stroke, possible more smaller ones, calcifying arteries, a weakened heart, Parkinsons and cancer) after you always looked after your health. Even worse, to be dependant on others after a life of being the one that everybody could depend on.

It’s extremely stressful to watch this. Having supportive, loving and understanding people, helps a lot. It’s also a time when you know who you can really count on in your life. My friends Jackie and Ludi provided cooked food for everybody for the weekend (my sister from CPT and both brothers, one from Windhoek) were here. And Ludi even let me borrow a worker to cut the lawn after having a lot of rain and a broken lawn mower for the last four weeks. Cornelia, as always, had the shoulder for crying on, and just knowing she’s there with Gerhard, made my life so much easier for the last three years.

Spent today with Kobus and Belinda who insisted that the kids and I just get away from everything. (The other siblings were with dad.) The kids are taking things in their stride, but I’m not always sure how this is really affecting them. They have been real troupers over the past year. Any mother’s pride!

Teologiese kritiek op my artikel in BY

Oktober 25, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Prof. Hennie Stander, ‘n teologie professor aan die UP is iemand wat ek as ‘n goeie vriend en mentor beskou. Hennie is ook wyd bekend as skrywer van inspirerende Christen-boeke. Hy is baie ontsteld oor my artikel in BY. Ek plaas graag sy brief aan my, met my kommentaar onderaan.

Liewe Ilse, jy weet dat ek altyd van jou skryfwerk hou, maar in hierdie artikel het jy die Bybel gruwellooslik verkeerd aangehaal. Jy skryf: “God sê ook (deur Paulus, dink ek) dat ons alle dinge moet beproef, maar die goeie moet behou. Wat by implikasie sê dat ons wel soms gaan afdwaal.”

As jy die vers naslaan in die Bybel, sal jy sien dat dit hier hoegenaamd nie gaan om “afdwaal van God af” nie.  Hierdie vers kom uit 1 Tes. 5:21 en sê: “Beproef alle dinge, maar behou die goeie.” Die vorige vers sê duidelik dat hierdie uitspraak handel oor profesieë (= boodskappe van God): Daar was mense wat profesieë  uitgespreek het. Sommige van hierdie profesieë (boodskappe) was vals, en ander was waar. Daarom sê Paulus dat ons altyd die profesieë moet toets (of beproef), en dan voeg hy by dat ons natuurlik die goeie profesieë moet behou.

In die daaropvolgende vers voeg Paulus ook nog by dat “’n mens jou van elke vorm van kwaad moet onthou.” Nou hoe op dees aarde kan enigiemand op grond van hierdie teks sê dat dit impliseer “dat ons wel soms gaan afdwaal”. Hierdie vers vra juis dat ons van die kwaad af moet wegbly!

Die bedoeling met Paulus se woorde dat ons die profesieë (= God se boodskappe) moet beproef, is nie om te sê dat God verkeerde boodskappe kan gee nie, maar wel dat mense kan voorgee dat ’n bepaalde boodskap van God kom, terwyl dit dalk nie die geval is nie. Ons mag sulke boodskappe nie sonder meer aanvaar nie, maar moet dit eers beproef (= toets).  Voorts, ook die opdrag om “die goeie te behou” en “om jou van elke vorm van kwaad te onthou”, verwys waarskynlik nie na “goeie” en “slegte” dinge in die algemeen nie, maar spesifiek na “goeie” en “slegte” boodskappe. Bogenoemde verse gee dus nie die groen lig vir enigiemand om met die sonde te heul nie. 

Vergeef my dat ek so drasties reageer, maar ek het geskrik toe ek gesien het hoe jy hierdie vers in jou artikel aanwend. Maar ek het die res van jou artikel geniet, soos ek ook nog altyd jou ander skrywes geniet. Baie geluk ook met die HB Thom-prys wat jy beslis verdien. Hennie Stander

Die stukkie waaroor dit gaan in konteks aangehaal:

Ek kan nie eintlik Bybelverse aan nie, maar ek weet Jesus het op aarde sonder huiwering gemeng met prostitute, tollenaars, heidene en Samaritane. En dat Sy hele wet opgesom word in hierdie woorde: jy moet God én jou naaste liefhê soos jouself. God sê ook (deur Paulus, dink ek) dat ons alle dinge moet beproef, maar die goeie moet behou. Wat per implikasie sê dat ons wel soms gaan afdwaal.   

Dankie Hennie, soos altyd waardeer ek die kommentaar.

 

Ek dink net jy het my bedoeling verkeerd verstaan. Ek se nie ons MOET afdwaal nie, bloot dat Jesus seker daarvoor begrip het dat ons mense is en daarom (noodwendig, vanwee ons swakheid) sal afdwaal.

Lees dit in die konteks van almal is feilbaar, ook en selfs Christene. Ons word kwaad, ons sondig. Maar ons moet egter altyd probeer om die goeie te behou.

 

Wat ek eintlik probeer se, is dat nie een van ons kan spog dat ons nog nooit afgedwaal het nie. En dat ons daarom nog harder moet probeer om die goeie te behou. (Dus, moenie vir Casper of George vloek nie – probeer net harder om jou eie lewe goed en reg te hou.

 

Groete,

ilse

 

Die BY-artikel: Ons is regtig nie almal so nie.

Oktober 24, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

My standpunt in vandag se BY ( in repliek op Max du Preez se artikel verlede week oor Afrikaners wat “gatvas en verbete” is).

Max du Preez vra in verlede Saterdag se BY hoekom so baie Afrikaners so onverdraagsaam en gatvas is. Ilse Salzwedel reageer hierop, maar as jy gehoop het sy vat weer vir Max aan, soos ‘n vorige keer, moet jy dalk maar hier ophou lees.  

 

                                                                                                Ons is regtig nie almal so nie!

Ek is trots Afrikaans. En ‘n Afrikaner. (Behalwe as daardie definisie beweer ons is beter is as enige ander groepe.)
En ek probeer my bes om ‘n goeie Christen te wees. Maar partykeer, net partykeer, skaam ek my morsdood vir my mense.

Sedert my 83-jarige pa by my bly, luister ek noodgedwonge soms saam met hom RSG. (Eintlik hou ek van stilte.) So luister ek soms saam na Loslip, en hoor hoe die arme Ian Wessels dikwels deurloop onder omgekrapte, onverdraagsame en onvergenoegde Afrikaners.   

Twee Loslippe het my oopmond van verbasing gelaat. In een het Ian en stasiebestuurer Magdaleen Kruger probeer verduidelik hoekom dit soms nodig is om ‘n Engelse kundige in programme te gebruik as daar nie ‘n Afrikaanse kundige beskikbaar is nie. Want sien, party oompies en tannies word so kwaad vir die Ingils, dat hulle sommer die radio sal afskakel. Een se rede is dat sy ouma met swepe deur die Engelse in die konsentrasiekamp ingejaag is. Meer as 100 jaar gelede…

In ‘n vurige debat rondom kindertoelae was daar ‘n groot klomp wat gemeen het dat swart vroue net babas kry vir die R240-kindertoelae ‘n maand. Selfs nadat ‘n (Afrikaanse) kenner wat al jare daarmee werk, luisteraars verseker het dat swart geboortesyfers nie sedertdien noemenswaardig gestyg het nie. Een luisteraar se bediende sou kastig gesê het dat sy net meisiekinders wil hê, want hulle beteken meer geld. Sy haal hulle glo in “in St. 2 uit die skool om babas te kry.” Al gehoor van lobola, tannie? Dis hoekom ‘n dogter meer werd is as ‘n seun.  

Ek en Martha Moroke, my sielsuster wat al agt jaar my huis bestuur en my kinders se ander ma is, kon net lag oor van die argumente. Want hoe het ons nie al die afgelope agt jaar gesukkel met die kindertoelaes wat haar werklik sieklike dogter moet kry nie? Kort-kort word dit sonder rede gekanselleer. En wat koop mens met R240 – kos, melk, doeke of klere? Want jy kan beslis nie alles koop nie.  

Verskeie luisteraars het voorgestel dat arm mense (lees “swart”, want dit was die implikasie) gesteriliseer moet word om nie kinders te hê nie. Sou ons Afrikanervolk enigsins bestaan het as so ‘n beleid na die ABO afgedwing is?

Dis sulke tye dat ek vir nie-Afrikaanses wil sê ons is nie almal so nie. Nie almal is rassiste, Engels-haters en heethoofde wat glo dat arrogansie en misplaaste aktivisme Afrikaans van uitsterwing gaan red nie. Inteendeel. Ek stem saam met aktrise Lizz Meiring dat ons taal nie ‘n brandsiek skaap is wat iewers allenig in sy eie kampie moet staan nie. Solank ons hom praat en in hom doen en skep en in hom vriende maak en nie vyande nie, sal hy oorleef.

Net so met die taaldebat by universiteite. Ek is seker ontsettend naïef, maar op hoeveel Afrikaanse universiteite is ons nou eintlik geregtig? Hoekom nie ‘n goue middeweg vind tussen Engels en Afrikaans nie? Toe ek 1990 rond op Maties was, was Engelse studente welkom, en kon hulle vraestelle in Afrikaans of Engels beantwoord en vrae aan dosente stel in beide tale. En maak dit nie sin dat Afrikaanse studente wel vertroud moet raak met Engels as meeste van die handboeke in Engels is nie? Om nie te praat van die vaktaal van sekere beroepe nie.

Ek sien die gatvasgeit wat Max sien oral om my. In boekresensies wat impliseer dat jy nie intellektueel is as jy nie wroegende Afrikaanse letterkunde lees nie. Ek is dan maar dommerig, want ek lees suiwer vir ontspanning, nie om die in-boeke op ‘n lysie te kan aftik nie. Ook op die sg. intellektuele Afrikaanse gespreksforums verwar Afrikaanses slegsê met gesonde debatvoering.

Ek is ‘n Christen, want ek weet Jesus het vir my sonde gesterf. En alles, net mooi alles, is Genade. Maar keer dit my om te sondig? Ek kry padwoede, spreek in tale en gebruik soms selfs my middelvinger, en nie om ‘n geleentheid te vra nie… Ek het al gejok, begeer, gestry, geskinder. Ek pas nie my liggaam, die tempel van God, baie goed op nie. Ek stres dikwels eerder as om my bekommernisse op Hom te werp.

Ek is nie altyd so lief vir my naaste soos wat God van my verwag nie. En ek kan God ook lekker uitskuif as dit my pas.

Ek is geskei ook, al het ek voor God belowe “tot die dood ons skei”. En ek moes al ‘n aborsie oorweeg toe daar vermoed is dat my ongebore kind erg gestremd is. (Gelukkig was hy nie.) Dit en ander krisisse het al my geloof getoets, maar ek glo God verstaan dat ek soms twyfel.   

Is al hierdie sondes van my kleiner as Casper se gebruik van die Here se naam? Of as George Claassen se twyfel oor God? En wat maak die mense wat hulle so uitskel, dikwels anoniem, enigsins beter as Casper de Vries of George Claassen? Onthou jy daardie WWJD-armbandjies? What would Jesus do? Inderdaad. Ek dink nie Hy sou ‘n skel-SMS of uittrap-brief gestuur het nie. Nog minder ‘n anonieme een.

Ek kan nie eintlik Bybelverse aan nie, maar ek weet Jesus het op aarde sonder huiwering gemeng met prostitute, tollenaars, heidene en Samaritane. En dat Sy hele wet opgesom word in hierdie woorde: jy moet God én jou naaste liefhê soos jouself. God sê ook (deur Paulus, dink ek) dat ons alle dinge moet beproef, maar die goeie moet behou. Wat per implikasie sê dat ons wel soms gaan afdwaal.   

Jesus het nooit Sy standpunt op ander afgedwing nie. Jy kon Hom volg, of jy kon bly. Sonder dat Hy jou geskel het. Inteendeel, hy het eerder harde woorde gehad vir meerderwaardige gelowiges, soos skrifgeleerdes, wat op ander neergesien het. Nooit vir die sondaar nie.

Ek is te onwetenskaplik om te weet hoe oud die aarde is. En ek kan met my eie oë sien dat evolusie bestaan – wat anders is dit as sekere spesies radikale aanpassings maak om veranderinge te oorleef?  Ek glo wel dat God magtig en slim genoeg is om alles te laat ontstaan. Maar nie noodwendig dat dit in sewe dae van 24 uur elk gebeur het nie. En ek sien Hom as Liefde en Genade, nie as vuur, swael en verdoemenis nie.  

Ek het twee kinders op laerskool, maar het nog nie ‘n oomblik se slaap verloor oor godsdiens (of nie) in skole nie. Want eintlik is godsdiensopvoeding nie die skool se plig nie, maar myne as ouer. Dis hoekom ek ‘n doopbelofte afgelê. Ek moet hulle aan God en sy Woord bekendstel en hulle kerk toe neem, maar méér nog: ek moet hulle leer om God se grootste gebod – naasteliefde – uit te leef. Láát kinders meer leer van Jode, Hindoes, Moslems of wie ookal. Want so verstaan ons mekaar beter. En geen les oor ‘n ander geloof kan ons van die die liefde van God kan skei nie – Hyself het gesê NIKS kan ons van Sy liefde skei nie.  Ons as Christene moet beslis meer vertroue in God en ons geloof hê!

Terloops, ek koop my kinders se skoolklere by ‘n dierbare Indiërman teen wie se winkelmuur prente van (vermoedelik) Hindoegode is. (Sien, dit sou gehelp het as ek iets hieroor op skool geleer het…) Al is daar ‘n Afrikaanse winkel reg oorkant die straat. Mnr. L is vriendelik, praat Afrikaans, en is heelwat goedkoper. En hy is dekades lank bekend as iemand wat sonder huiwering gratis skoolklere verskaf vir behoeftige (wit, Afrikaanse) kinders in Christenskole. Hoe kan ek summier verklaar Mnr. L gaan hel toe? Ek glo daardie besluit berus by God, wat almal se harte ken.  

Dis tyd dat Afrikaners, Afrikaanses en Christene die absurde klein geveggies oor taal, godsdiens, ras en politiek moet laat staan en eerder lewensbelangrike goed, soos misdaad, armoede, HIV/Vigs, besoedeling en klimaatverwarming moet takel. Want ek glo dis wat Jesus sou doen…

*Ilse Salzwedel is ‘n vryskut-joernalis van Johannesburg wat al met onder meer ‘n PICA en ‘n ATKVeertjie bekroon is. Sy word aanstaande week saam met o.a.Tim du Plessis, Beeld se redakteur, deur die FAK vereer met die H.B. Thom-toekenning vir ‘n besondere bydrae tot Afrikaanse joernalistiek. 

 

On dying and my new (but really old) quest

Oktober 24, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

My dad had a good night, according to the nursing aide. Me, on the other hand, had much too little sleep. Forced myself to go to bed at 1h30 – not that I had to sit with him, or anything, but because it started to sink in what was happening. So, this morning it feels like my head is filled with cottonwool.

First thing this morning, looking in on him sleeping so peacefully, I thought that maybe I just imagined all of the symptoms. That he will be just fine – after all, he made a spectacular comeback after the accident, even if it took him 6 weeks to start walking again. And despite having lost loads of weight because he refused to eat after my mom died, he somehow regained his will to live.

Then I heard him sneeze three times – and even that now indicates that the lungs aren’t working properly. It sort of stopped halfway through, like when you would hold back if your ribs are aching or your chest is sore. He is still extremely pale.

Now I have to start chasing deadlines again, with this shadow hanging over me. And I suppose I will have to phone the uncles (his brothers) to come and visit. So, not much working time there. And I have to fetch my sister from the airport.

And I have to study an accident report that somebody is trying to suppress in a hearing of a young man that died a horrible, horrible death after being knocked out in a parking area because he supported the wrong rugby team in a final. He was then run over by a car and dragged underneath the vehicle for 600m before the guy unhooked him and simply drove off. He died 5 weeks later of septic shock, not surprising if you see the pictures: no skin on his back, muscles exposed, ribs the whitest of white with all tissue around it stripped away. (The ribs even dragged a pattern onto the tar that was still visible when an indenpendent accident analyst visited the scene a week later.) His kidney was found next to his body, and a paramedic described having to hold it in her hands until they got to hospital.

No, Tannemys didn’t suddenly turn into a kick-ass lawyer. This young man’s attackers are still walking free because they had links to the police, the docket got lost, the information to charge anybody was insufficient, and blablablabla. Yet, there is this hefty report that is being ignored. And the same accident analyst is used daily by the Road Accident Fund and even the police to investigate accidents. While a mother and father is mourning the senseless death of their only son.  After FOUR years and thanks to a very capable and honourable policewoman, the driver of this car was in court this week. For the first time. But the two “boxers” are still not being charged.

So, two days ago I decided to make a phone call to a policeman (very high up in the ranks) that I know has integrity and can’t stand things like this. I didn’t have to even tell him what I was going to do if this evidence doesn’t get taken into account. An hour later I got a phonecall to ask me to see the public prosecutor and police on Monday morning. Which means I have one chance of convincing everybody to do the right thing. Otherwise, my friends, you might soon see all of the evidence on, hmmm, let’s say Carte Blanche. Because NOBODY, not even the Independent Complaints Commission, would listen to this poor mother who desperately tried to get justice for her son. And that really makes my blood boil!

After yesterday’s racial thingie and me losing my cool a bit on my blog, I had a deep thought or two (I sometimes get that).  I think it’s time to take me gloves off. I am always trying to be the voice of reason, pointing out this good thing and that nice effort. I will still do that, but those in the public eye better watch out from now on: Tannemys is die bliksem in.

When I was little, I wanted to become a journalist. At 16, everybody said “Noooooo, don’t waste your time with that. Become a lawyer!” And silly me thought I would be brilliant lawyer. And then I hated studying law, although valiantly trying for three years.

Why was I determined to be a lawyer? Because I read somewhere in Proverbs that God said one should speak for those who can’t. Always one to fight for the underdog (often bringing it home, as can be illustrated by the fact that I have six dogs!) I thought being a lawyer was the only way.

Luckilly, I have since discovered the pen is indeed mightier than the sword. But I still think sharpening my pen a bit is not a shabby idea at all…

For starters, AFrikaans readers can go and read BY (in Beeld, Volksblad & Burger) today, and see exactly how tired I am for being labelled a certain way just because I’m Afrikaans, and a Christian. (Maybe I’ll post it later, as BY is not available on the internet.)

So maybe a few readers will want to do nasty things to me, and maybe after Monday a few more people will want to help them. But one sees the value of having life (and the talents and opportunities that comes with it) when you are in the shadows of death. 

Seeing death creeping closer and closer

Oktober 23, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

My dad doesn’t look good. The hospice nurse was here today. Ironically it’s my mom’s birthday today – or it would have been. 75 candles – she never made it.

I didn’t tell him that it’s October 23d. He doesn’t even know his own name at times, so why upset him with this? But I think he must sense something. She always loved her birthday, with all the St. Joseph-lillies and roses.

Last night I could see things were turning. His chest sounds congested, but he doesn’t have flu. He really struggles to walk, even with help, for the last few weeks. Three weeks ago he started seriously choking on things, even fluids. Last week he choked so badly that he vomitted. Today it happened again, just as the hospice nurse came to see him.

This morning he lost his balance completely, even with the nursing aide holding on to him. He also all of a sudden lost complete control of his bladder (although he is on nappies for the last year, it was more a matter of saving him embarrasment about leaks). Sometimes he asks me what food is on his plate…

The choking, I suspected, is the Parkinsons. But I didn’t know that it also affects the lungs. Pleghm builds up because the lungs don’t function properly.

I can see he is sad, but being a man from the silent generation, it’s impossible for him to talk about this. Last night he did, however, shed two tears (literally) when I asked him what was wrong.

This is too terrible for words. Seeing the man that was your hero withering away like this. I hope he doesn’t have to suffer a lot.

Now I must go and get a special Buscopan for lungs. Apparently it does the same for the lungs than what it would do for the stomach. Hopefully we can get him to breathe easier.

The hospice will have a meeting next week with the doctor to see if he should be admitted. The hospice nurse, a kind lady in her 60’s, said to me she will start councelling him next week about death, as even the most religious of people are still afraid of dying. 

My wish for you, Dad, is to go gently, quietly… You were such a decent, God-loving human being. You taught us so well, about life, the value of faith, having principles, working hard, respecting people. You worked so hard for the four of us, to provide us with an excellent education. And yes, although you never said it, I know you were always proud of us. And that you always loved us unconditionally.

Dankie Pappa. May God hold you in His arms all the way to heaven. 

Spineless prick Khatoni exposed!! (He comments, yet doesn’t even have his own blog)

Oktober 23, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

I don’t usually use language like this, but this so called Khatoni left the following comment on my previous posting. I’m just getting SO TIRED of the Kolobes and Khatonis of this world. In one comment, I’m being called racist, accused of ranting and ignorance, yet this idiot doesn’t even have the guts to write his own blog with his own views. Nor has he bothered to read mine properly before spewing hatred and poison. 

Exactly the kind of attitude that got South Africa into all the shit. Accusations, criticism, labelling, jumping to conclusions etc. But not even the bloody guts to say who and what he really stands for!!

THIS IS HIS COMMENT:

khatoni 23 Oct 2009, 12:23 Reply | Delete

Your rants are that of a racist more especially the last sentence. So incompetence solely apply to blacks only huh?I dont hear you saying the rascals must apologise. “fun was being had by ALL”,what the ef?man your ignorance knows no bound!

And do read my reply to him before I realised the idiot is only a shit-stirrer.

(Pardon all my french words, but while most of us engage in debate which I believe will go a long way to understanding each other, possibly even healing and reconciling, we have to put up with this from a racist ghost.)

Last thoughts on Jansen, the Reitz 4, racism and reconciliation.

Oktober 23, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Just read Jeanius’s post on Jansen and the Reitz 4.

Regular readers will know I am all for punishment of bad behaviour. But critics in this case are forgetting a few very important things.

1) Just after the news broke last year, one of the workers told newspapers that the guys always treated them well, even bringing milk, meat and vegetables from the farm. Then, the whole story and vibe changed after the union stepped in. A bit suspect, don’t you think?

2) A disciplinary hearing is kind of a constitutional right, isn’t it? Even murderers get hearings, they don’t just get punished. As a matter of fact, in SA most offenders have more rights than their victims, be it murder, rape, child abuse, fraud or whatever. But these guys apparently don’t deserve at least that. Double standards, methinks.

3) The whole of Reitz was closed down immediately. Now, let’s say there were 10% of students there that didn’t condone the behaviour of the four. Was it fair on them to be kicked out, having their lives disrupted? It’s like saying, for instance, that there were four criminal households in a township, now we relocate everybody. People, I thought we have moved on a bit in SA. See the WHOLE picture for a change!

3) I was on campus for the day of Jansen’s inauguration, and watched interaction between students and staff (all of them of all colours). I wasn’t accompanied by an entourage, but just observed people going about their day. Nobody seeing me there could have known that I was a journo. For that matter, I could have been anybody. Saw a lot of happy people, just going about their own thing. Only heard positive things about Jansen, even from the (black) taxi driver who took me to the airport that night. (See my blog on this on Friday, the actual day of the announcement.) 

4) Jansen at least acknowledged that the system (i.e. university, education, religion, everything,) fail ALL his students when it comes to things like racism (there is a thing like black on white racism as well, remember.) He NEVER said they were NOT guilty, he merely said that in the spirit of reconciliation, they should at least be allowed back SHOULD they want to. (Two of them don’t want to.) Also, the workers are getting compensation and councelling to help them heal the wounds. The university did everything in their means to accomodate these five people over the last year or so.

5) I saw parts of the rest of that video footage this past week on FOCUS (SABC2). For those who haven’t seen it, it looked like great fun was being had by ALL. Drinking beers straight from the bottle, dancing, boeresport etc. I think, as always, CONTEXT is important. If the whole video was showed from the start, the reaction might have been different.

6) Even NEHAWU admitted that that “everybody” knew of that video since November 2007. Why then only air it almost 8 months later? Maybe because somebody had another agenda, and this story served the purpose beautifully.

7)Isn’t RECONCILIATION what the new SA is all about? Jansen is outspoken about the ANC’s weaknesses (and he has always been). If this gesture was made by an ANC-official, the whole country would have been cheering. But, alas, Jansen did it, and not Malema/Madiba/Zuma. (And I am great fans of both Madiba and Zuma’s approach to many things, like reconiciliation, as regular readers would know as well.)

7) Jansen took the decision with the whole of the university board’s approval. (He announced some of his plans for 2010 about six weeks ago at a press conference at which I was present. Some of his plans was not okeyed by the board. So, he had to drop them, even after making them public. I guess the Reitz 4- issue also had to be approved. From what I saw at the inauguration, they are a pretty mixed bunch in terms of race. Why not fry all of them for this, but only the brave man who at least is prepared to tackle a hot pot of serious problems?

8) The race problem at UFS goes much deeper than four misbehaving students (although, once again, I’m once again saying that what they did was wrong, disrespectful and stupid.) So, if true fairness and justice is the aim, then many more people should be expelled. And not only at UFS.

9) It’s a fact that the UFS lost a LOT of sponsorships and financial backing as a result of the Reitz 4. It was even reported earlier this week that the medical faculty in daily’s that is in SERIOUS financial trouble as a result of this. So, should we cripple a whole university and deny many more students (black and white) the right to a good education by keeping the whole issue alive? Sponsors will still be hesitant if they don’t see proof that somebody is working on real changes.

Just like SA’s TRC helped us to heal to a degree (instead of a war tribunal punishing left, right and centre and worsening the issues), hopefully Jansen and all the measures aimed at racism, will heal UFS and make it an example for the rest of the country.  Once again, there are even more serious issues in this country, some of which can be traced back to the very same things Jansen is trying to address.

Or is it not racist to keep on employing incompetent people because of their gender/race or political affiliation while important institutions (like state health and local municipalities) are falling apart?

Something special for all the Blue Bulls (and the rest of us will like it too!!)

Oktober 23, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Sjym, were they nasty to you?

What’s for dinner, love?

Oktober 23, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

This one ALWAYs makes me laugh.

A man was sitting on the sofa  watching TV when he heard his wife’s voice from the kitchen.

“What would you like for dinner Love ? Chicken, beef or lamb ?”

He called back & said, “Thank you, I’ll have chicken.”

“F*ck You. You’re having soup. I was talking to the cat.”

(Ps. After being divorced for almost three years, I’m afraid I’m developing this kind of relationship with all my pets, especially with the three cats. George, Grysmuis and Lilly Muis can “ask” me anything, any time of day or night. I’ll happily oblige, because they never think of me as being less than the bestest, best “youmin” being in the whole wide world.)