Pretoria, 27 February 2005
The Andersons (Rex, Rosemary, Storm and Sarah) are still in Cape Town for the long weekend, and John has been in Pretoria with his school Cricket team playing a 3-day something (match, test, tournament, meet, wicket, who knows what its called). So yesterday I drove up to Pretoria to pick him up. I had never been to Pretoria, so used the excuse as a day to be a tourist there. Andrew, one of the managers here, went with me, since he knows Pretoria pretty well, and would know where to take me, to maximize my time there. Pretoria is just north of Johannesburg, and in fact the 2 cities somewhat run into each other and its not real clear where one starts and the other ends. It took us about an hour and15 minutes to drive there. Pretoria is the capital of South Africa, and where their Parliament meets for 6 months out of the year (the other 6 months, they meet in Cape Town, which is odd to me, as it means duplicate office space, homes, etc. for everyone involved with Parliament).
Our first stop was the Voortrekker Monument. The Voortrekkers were the Dutch people who had settled at the Cape 300 or 400 years ago, but in the early 1800s, made the long trek into the interior of South Africa, where they settled as farmers (boers) and established their own governments and became the Afrikaner people that they now are. They made their trek in covered wagons much like settlers of the west in America did. And they fought and killed black tribes along the way, much like we did the American Indians. On Dec. 16, 1838, the Voortrekkers defeated the Zulu Tribe in a bloody battle, and made a vow with God that day, known as the Voortrekker Vow. They thanked God for delivering their enemies to them, and for the victory in battle, which made this land theirs (according to God). It all strikes me as just another case of humans believing God has given them the right to prejudice and kill in His name. Dont get me started.
The Voortrekker Monument is a tall tower, and in the very bottom (the basement actually) sits an empty grave (a cenotaph), symbolic of the men and women who lost their lives in the quest to settle the land. The grave is marked with Ons Vir Jou Suid Afrika (We for Thee, South Africa). At the very top of the tower, there is a small hole in the ceiling where on Dec. 16th every year, at noon, the sun shines down onto the empty grave. I have mentioned this before in the Blog, but December 16th, the day of their bloody victory over the Zulus, has always been the independence day for the Afrikaner people, their 4th of July. When Apartheid fell and the new government was elected in 1994, Nelson Mandelas new government felt strongly that they did not want to chase the white people out of South Africa, but that this country is big enough for all to live together and get along. So Dec. 16th was renamed as the Day of Reconciliation, and is in theory a day when they reflect on the message that this land belongs to them all.
Some pictures from my visit to the Voortrekker Monument:
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We then headed into the heart of Pretoria, to an area near Pretoria University, where we hit a flea market and had some lunch. The area had a very college feel to it, with plenty of young people (black and white) out and about. After lunch, we went to the Parliament building, known as Union Building and walked around the gardens a little:
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After that, it was time to go pick up John. We had a map and directions to the school where he was playing, and found it pretty easily. This was my first chance to see live Cricket at all, much less John playing live Cricket. Im still very fuzzy on the rules, but I can follow it. And yes, I still find it pretty boring. Fortunately we got there about 20 minutes before the end of Johns game, so I got to see just enough Cricket, and I got to see John make a huge play, a run out! I had no idea what had happened, and still dont really know what a run out is, but everyone around me seemed most excited that he had done that, so I was glad I got to see it!
I liked Pretoria a lot and wouldnt mind spending more time there. Johannesburg has always struck me as just a huge city, although it has its areas with character. Pretoria had much more of a small city feel to it, which I liked.
We packed up Johns things in the car and headed back to Stonehaven. It has been a relatively quiet weekend here, with minor crises. There was a fight in the bar on Saturday night/Sunday morning at 2am. Only one punch was thrown, but the punch thrower had a glass in his hand, so there was lots of blood. The punchee has actually ended up losing his eye, and the puncher had to have stitches in his hand. Ah, those drunk Afrikaners, theyre a barrel of laughs! The police have already been here to view our new security camera system, which caught the whole thing. Amazing to me that people can be so mean, aggressive and violent. Totally foreign to me.
I went to a braai (cookout) on Saturday night at the house of one of the managers here. Delicious lamb and boerwors on the braai; Im going to miss things like that. We sat around late into the night having after-braai liquers too. I have noticed here that all houses here (OK, Im exaggerating, but almost all houses) always have 3 things. They have a pool, they have a braai area (often thatch roof-covered) and they have servants quarters as a separate, small building. Once again, as we sat around drinking, the conversation turned to crime everyone has experienced. Knock on wood I have still not encountered it first hand, but its always surprising to sit around with people here and hear the personal crime stories start. Our hosts that night had actually come home from work one day to find their long-time maid (who was 2 months from retiring) tied up dead in the bathroom, and the house ransacked. As I have said before, there is racism in these people, and I think racism is a human condition to a point. These people feel as they do towards the blacks because the blacks are the ones who commit the crimes, which they have all encountered. It made for interesting discussions.
There was actually a car-jacking last week involving a Stonehaven vehicle. Our oldest bakkie (truck) is often used for running errands during the day. 2 of our waitron staff had gone to run some errands, stopped at a red light (robot) and 2 black men jumped into the bakkie and pulled guns. They were made to drive to an ATM and withdraw money, and then they had to drive to a nearby township where the guys jumped out and left them (I think the old bakkie is in such bad shape, the criminals dont even want it!). They both lost their cell phones (cell phones are BIG theft targets here) and about R1700.00, and they were scared to death when they returned to Stonehaven (The guys are only 19). In describing the details of their car jacking, they used the K word a lot (kaffir). But who could blame them, I think.