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You're just great.

You remind me so strongly of the old Afrikaaners I know who, in their
cups, will refer to "the good old days".

 

I really hated the hairy backed bastards when I was working there and
I took great pleasure in telling them that it was a shame we didn't
kill more of their relatives in the camps.

Did you know we 'interned' a few women and kids because the men didn't
want to fight fair?

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Andy Bonwick

<G> I once watched two of them come into a really good Teppan-yaki
restaurant in Jo'burg. Shorts, khaki shirts, bush hats, the whole nine
yards. They immediately started ripping the piss out of the staff. I
remember remarking to my missus: "You *really* wouldn't want to eat what
they're going to get served".

Interesting spin. ;^)

 

It may come as a surprise to you, but old men all over the world will
tell of the "good old days". We are all a product of our times.
I am cynical enough to realise that the good old days were usually bad
wherever in the world you look.
In 12 years of working in southern africa I worked with and employed
a wide range of black people, from menial servants to some brilliant
engineers. The vast majority were great men and women who were far
more interested in their careers and families than in playing the
political blame game.

 

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typed

"Some of my best friends..."

 

Hmm, I don't remember that line.

 

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It's the 2009 "Rainbow Nation Dub" remix.

 

"Come on and make some NOOOOOISE for DJ Mix Master Nick Le Lievre"

 

Shall we update this now?

"some of the women I've shagged...."

 

On 01 Apr 2009 22:07:15 GMT, wrote:

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How many did you employ at your home?

 

Varied between 3 in Swaziland and 1 in Joburg but generally a domestic
and a part time gardener.

 

I suppose you think that paying someone a few Rand per day to clean up
your shit is a good way to make them feel happy with their lot and not
consider terrorism as a viable alternative?

I worked over there because it was big money and I lived in a hotel
all the time but as soon as I grew up enough to realise that it was
shit and you can't live a normal life in an abnormal society I got the
**** out of dodge. Brits going over there to enjoy the ex-pat
lifestyle and employ slaves were a major part of my decision to ignore
the money and leave.

 

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Good point. Sack the bastards.

 

No - pay peanuts, get monkeys.
We found good people by personal recommendation and paid good money
to keep them. I forget the exact numbers after 30 years, but certainly
not a few Rand a day.

So you arrived pre-loaded with propaganda, stayed in an hotel for a month
or two, never lived or worked in any other african countries, never
learned a local language or explored the local cultures, did **** all
to help the local guys improve their education skills and oppotunities
then fucked off back home. What did that achieve ?.

 

My cleaner charges 9 quid an hour plus VAT.

You're either doing it wrong or average pay for greebos has plummeted.

 

Well you were paying over the average wage then because when I lived
there the normal rate for a 'houseboy' was about 30 Rand per week plus
food and board when food meant a healthy diet of maize and gravy.

No, I arrived as a supervisor for a multinational company and stayed
for just shy of three years. I was employed as a commissioning
engineer on steam turbines across the whole of southern Africa and a
major part of my job was trying to teach the native labour force how
to do a skilled job. Would you expect a different attitude from Rolls
Royce?

The majority of ex-pats in South Africa in the late '70s and early
'80s were cunts who'd emigrated because of unemployment over here and
rather than feeling sympathetic towards the plight of the black labour
force they took the piss and paid them a few bucks to clean the dog
shit off their lawns. These were the same people that had left the UK
after ordering as much as they could from their friendly Littlewoods
catalogue and couldn't understand why their credit rating was down to
daisy cutter level when they'd left their debts behind in their home
town.

All I got out of it was a good understanding of how low people will
stoop in an attempt to make themselves feel better. My only excuse is
that I was 20 when I went there and didn't really understand what was
happening but by the time I was 23 I knew that coming back to the UK
and facing the possibility of a few months before I could find a job
would leave me feeling better about myself than having pensioners
calling me Sir because I was white.

How's that for a month or two? I can list the countries I visited,
with a bit of effort remember enough Afrikaans to call you a **** and
admit that I was wrong to ever go there.

 

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<doffs hat>

Fair play, Andy.

 

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I made a lot of dosh working there but I know it wasn't a very good
thing to do. I doubt if anyone believes me but it made me feel really
fucking sick when people the same age as my grandparents called me Sir
or Master just because I was born with white skin and right from the
start I found the idea of employing slaves to cut the grass and wash
the dishes disgusting.

I'll also admit that being called up for the SA army so I could go and
shoot kaffirs on the Caprivi Strip hastened my flight out of the
country but that's what you get for staying more than a day or two.

 

I think it's more about standards than morals and the fact that I was
still very young made the old people calling me Sir hit home very
hard.

I'd already quit my contract at that point and was applying for jobs
back home but as soon as the call up date arrived I fucked off. My
other option was going for an exemption due to my line of work but
that would have meant going back onto 12 month contracts and by then I
just wanted to leave.