Tonight, Koos tells me stories about his father’s commitment to protect him from harm inflicted by other people. The father, he remarks briefly, considered himself the only one entitled to discipline him. The first incident, he says, took place in a bar. When he wanted to meet his pa on the way to school he found . . . → Read More: Afrikaner Martial Arts: The Poesklap
I am driving down Van Riebeeck Road, named after the Dutch founder of Cape Town. I pass the center of Kuilsriver. Like every day men stand besides of the road rising their fingers into the air. It’s 10 o’clock and the day laborers still wait for somebody to pick them up. I’m on my way to . . . → Read More: The Lived Past of Urban Space
Tonight it is movie night like every night for the Van der Merwe family. Hundreds of Hollywood productions burned on CD are piled up next to the television. The couple is sitting on the large pink couch and Dudrik, George’s brother, on the two-seater, opposite to my comfy chair. They had obtained the whole set for . . . → Read More: Afrikaner Identity: Out of fashion?