BBC (TV) het tans 'n insetsel oor Ghana en Maleisië - beide lande het hul
onafhanklikheid in die laat-vyftigerjare gekry. Maar daar eindig die
ooreenkoms. Maleisië se inkomste per kop het 14 maal toegeneem - die van die
Ghanees het verminder. Die insetsel is kort - die beeldmateriaal toon die
verskil in stedelike ontwikkeling, en mens kry 'n duidelike indruk van die
verskil in ontwikkelingspeil en lewenstandaarde.
Tans is die G8-manne besig om reg te maak vir hulle byeenkoms eersdaags
waartydens (onder andere) hulp aan Afrika en ontwikkeling in die kontinent
onder die soeklik sal kom.
Ek luister, ook op BBC, na 'n inbelprogram waar die publiek insette lewer
oor dit wat hulle beskou as ontwikkelingsprioriteite. Daar is ook
meningsverskille oor of daar voorwaardes aan hulpverlening aan Afrika
gekoppel moet word.
Dit sal interessant wees om lede van die nuusgroep se mening te hoor/sien
mbt dit wat hulle as noodsaaklike areas van ontwikkeling in Afrika beskou.
(Sonder dat ons verval in geykte vooroordele.) Ons is deel van Afrika en as
Afrika ondergaan lyk ons eie toekoms maar donker.
The government even turned a blind eye to racist thugs in the Australian
Army. Should see the picture by clicking on the link, you will see how
non-whites where forced to sit on the ground while the racist tried to
dominate them.
Army punishes 'KKK officers'
By staff writers
June 24, 2005
Bad image ... the picture that appeared on Remembrance Day. SEVERAL
Australian Army officers will be disciplined over the 2003 photograph that
showed soldiers in Ku Klux Klan-style white hoods, the Chief of Army,
Lieutenant General Peter Leahy said today.
Those facing discipline include a senior army officer who first investigated
the incident but failed to blame or punish any soldiers for the racist stunt.
The photograph was published by The Daily Telegraph on Remembrance Day last
year and showed Aboriginal and other dark-skinned soldiers forced to sit as
white troops in hoods stood menacingly behind them.
Announcing the findings of the second inquiry into the incident, Lt-Gen
Leahy said today: "This type of behaviour has no place in the army. We
cannot, should not and will not tolerate it."
The stunt was reported as being part of "initiation rituals" masterminded
by white soldiers at Lavarack barracks in Townsville - Australia's biggest
army compound. The soldiers involved escaped punishment and, in some cases,
were even promoted.
The scandal deepened when victims of racist abuse prepared to launch a civil
action against the army over the KKK photograph and other acts of bastardisation.
Today, Lt-Gen Leahy said action would be taken against three officers, in
particular: the officer who organised the photograph, the officer to whom
the incident was reported and the officer who conducted the first inquiry.
"Regardless of the intent of these types of incidents, they can not be in
any way excused," Lt-Gen Leahy said. "The Australian Army takes any incident
of harassment or discrimination very seriously."
The KKK ritual took place on the parade ground at Lavarack in September
2000, just weeks before the 1RAR battalion's Delta Company was deployed to
East Timor.
The image was reportedly sold to 1RAR troops for $10 a copy.
One of the soldiers shown in the photograph wearing a hood told The Daily
Telegraph he was ordered to take part in the stunt by his superiors and now
regretted it.
"I was disgusted at the time and I'm still disgusted. I wanted a picture to
put on my wall that would make me proud to serve my country but there was no
way I was putting this horrible image on my wall," the soldier said at the
time.
During the internal investigation in 2003, black soldiers told their
superiors their equipment had been defaced with racist graffiti.
They were frequently called "black c...s" and several of them were given
nicknames such as "shit skin", "Abo" and "Cathy Freeman", the Telegraph
reported.
One dark-skinned soldier had the life-saving armour taken out of his flak
jacket by other platoon members while conducting dangerous patrols in East
Timor.
While the army found the photograph to be in poor taste, no further action
was taken and the officers behind the stunt now hold senior positions in the
military.
The army's first official report found the incidents to be nothing more than
"jovial banter".
Incorporating a report from The Daily Telegraph's Luke McIlveen
Om Ghana se ondergang gelyk te stel aan Afrika se ondergang, is bietjie
oor-pessimisties.
--
Groetnis
Annette
"Jonas" skryf in boodskap news:d9fu5r$9kl$1@ctb-nnrp2.saix.net...
> BBC (TV) het tans 'n insetsel oor Ghana en Maleisië - beide lande het hul
> onafhanklikheid in die laat-vyftigerjare gekry. Maar daar eindig die
> ooreenkoms. Maleisië se inkomste per kop het 14 maal toegeneem - die van die
> Ghanees het verminder. Die insetsel is kort - die beeldmateriaal toon die
> verskil in stedelike ontwikkeling, en mens kry 'n duidelike indruk van die
> verskil in ontwikkelingspeil en lewenstandaarde.
> Tans is die G8-manne besig om reg te maak vir hulle byeenkoms eersdaags
> waartydens (onder andere) hulp aan Afrika en ontwikkeling in die kontinent
> onder die soeklik sal kom.
> Ek luister, ook op BBC, na 'n inbelprogram waar die publiek insette lewer
> oor dit wat hulle beskou as ontwikkelingsprioriteite. Daar is ook
> meningsverskille oor of daar voorwaardes aan hulpverlening aan Afrika
> gekoppel moet word.
> Dit sal interessant wees om lede van die nuusgroep se mening te hoor/sien
> mbt dit wat hulle as noodsaaklike areas van ontwikkeling in Afrika beskou.
> (Sonder dat ons verval in geykte vooroordele.) Ons is deel van Afrika en as
> Afrika ondergaan lyk ons eie toekoms maar donker.
>
Toen de eerste rimpels kwamen - WAS ik in paniek, - - ¬
ik liet mijn face toen liften in een prijzige kliniek.
Nou, mijn man vond het fantastisch,
mijn gezicht was weer elastisch
Niks geen rimpels, niks geen vouwen,
net zo glad als bij ons trouwen.
Tot mijn vriend zei "het is misschien gek...
maar jouw kop past niet meer bij je nek".
Ach, een kleine ingreep, ze trekken dit dus strak
en geven hier een sneetje, anders krijg je dáár een zak. Nou
mijn man was heel tevreden
over wat ze met me deden,
De chirurg zat met mijn borsten in z'n maag
want nu zaten die volgens hem veel te laag.
Toen ze waren opgehesen, leken ze een beetje klein,
maar met siliconenvulling mochten ze er best weer zijn.
Nou ik zag mijn man ontvlammen,
want ik had dus zulke prammen.
Toen op een avond na het vrijen,
keek hij peinzend naar mijn dijen.
En al had hij geen duidelijke kritiek
ik ging toch weer terug naar de kliniek.
Ik had trouwens ook een buikje, dus na enig overleg
liet ik dat meteen ontvetten, ze zuigen dat in no-time weg.
Om tegelijkertijd mijn billen
minstens zóóó'n stuk op te tillen.
Ik was op ieder feestje weer in tel
maar zat wel héél strak in mijn vel.
Mijn man was niet meer zo op zijn gemak,
want op straat riepen jongens "ga je lekker ouwe zak".
Nou toen kocht ie een toupetje
en een veel te strak korsetje.
Hij ging wandelen en trimmen
en in het fitnesscentrum gymmen.
En maandenlang volgde hij een rigoureus dieet,
tot hij zonder reden in de sauna overleed!
Daar stond ik op het kerkhof mooi te wezen aan maar nu hij
erin lag was de aardigheid eraf.
Nu laat ik de kwabben zwellen
en ik zal u wat vertellen...
Dames laat je niet verlakken,
laat de boel toch rustig zakken.
Met gladgestreken nekken
valt het leven niet te rekken!
Koester buik en onderkinnen,
echte schoonheid zit van binnen
In gisteraand se onderhoud op Kyknet beweer hy die konserte daar en ander
Amerikaanse stede was 'n groot sukses, baie Exsa's het hul VSA-vriende
saamgebring na die konserte.
Die Exsa's was glo vreeslik emosioneel by sy sing van Afrikaanse liedjies,
en die Amerikaners het die Zoeloe -liedjies sterk gelaaik.
Deneys Reitz in Commando:
------------------------------------------------------------ ------
At the end of ten days Nicolas was so much better that I was able to
get away in search of General Smuts, whom I found on the banks of the
Olifants River down towards the mouth. The sea lay only twenty-five
miles from here and the day after my return he sent word to the Units
quartered within reach, that all who had never seen it were to be sent
to him. Some sixty or seventy men arrived within the next forty-eight
hours, and with these we set off for a small inlet on the coast called
Fishwater. We rode via the Ebenezer Mission Station, and towards
afternoon caught a glint of the sea through a gap in the dunes. It was
amusing to watch the expression on the men's faces as the great
expanse of ocean burst on their view, for few of them had seen
anything bigger than the dam on their parents' farms, and, as we
topped the last sand-hills, they looked in amazement on water that
stretched beyond the horizon.
With one accord they reined in their horses in silence, and then, like
the Greek soldiers, rushed forward in a body, crying, 'The sea! The
sea!' each wanting to be first on the beach.
Soon they were throwing off their clothes, and our trouble was, not to
get them to enter the waves, but to prevent them from venturing in too
deep, for they were pitching down their saddles and riding barebacked
into the surf, shouting and laughing whenever a rider and his mount
were thrown headlong by the breakers.
After a while General Smuts ordered three of us to ride along the
shore towards some huts in the distance, to inquire whether any troops
had been here of late. In doing so we had an amusing encounter with a
Hottentot fisher-man. He stared open-mouthed at sight of armed Boers
patrolling the water-line, and, seeing his surprise, I halted my horse
and ordered him in a peremptory tone to show me where the road went
through. He said, 'What road, Baas?' Pretending to be angry, I
replied, 'The road to England, you fool, and show me the way at once,
for we are crossing to-night to capture London.' He looked at me for a
moment, and then exclaimed, 'My God, Baas, don't do it; the water is
over your head here, and you will all be drowned.'
When next I met Maritz and told him this story, he said that two of
his men had recently ridden on to the beach at Lambert's Bay, where an
English cruiser lay at anchor close in-shore. Dismounting, they opened
fire. Their bullets pattered harmlessly against the armoured side of
the warship, and when the crew turned a gun on them they made haste to
disappear into the sand hills, but, on their return to their commando,
they boasted that they had fought the only naval action of the war!
That night we camped in the dunes, sitting around great fires of
driftwood, the men discussing what they had seen until far into the
night, and telling each other of the things they would have to recount
when they got home again.
We spent two more days here, boating on the estuary and helping the
local fishermen to drag their nets. Then we returned along the
Olifants River to our starting-place, proud of having ridden our
horses into the sea.
At length, on the fifth or sixth day, we breasted the long rise at
Leeuwdoorn, from which the country slopes down to the Vaal River, and
we saw the wide plains of the Free Slate stretching beyond. We slept a
night in an unburnt farmhouse on the Transvaal side, and next morning,
as we were riding off, we saw a body of English approaching, so we
climbed a kopje to see what their plans were.
The soldiers made for the farm we had just vacated, and soon smoke and
flames were issuing from door and windows. As we looked on, two old
fellows rode up from the direction of the Vaal River, and joined us on
the hill. They reminded me of my former commander, General Maroola,
and his brother, for they both wore rusty bell-toppers, and the tails
of their ancient claw-hammer coats flapped in the breeze as they came.
With a curt greeting they dismounted and sat down on the rocks,
silently watching the work of destruction below. for a long time
neither of them spoke, and it was only when the roof fell in amid a
shower of sparks, that the elder of the two sighed and turning to the
other said: 'Brother John, there go those teak-wood beams I brought
from Pretoria after the Jameson Raid.' This was his sole comment on
the loss of his home, then the couple remounted their horses to ride
back to the river.
Plundery deur wit Afrikanmers so ver terug soos 1899. Almal is maar
mense, soen....
So skryf Deneys Reitz daaroor in Commando..
We reached Pretoria by ten o'clock, and rode through the deserted
streets to our home in the Sunnyside suburb. Here disappointment
awaited us, for the place was in darkness and the house was empty. We
went to several neighbours to make inquiries. They seemed to think
that the enemy was upon them, for it was only after we had tried at
several doors that at last a shrinking figure appeared in response to
our knocking with rifle-butts, and, seeing who we were, curtly told us
that President Kruger and my father had run away, and that Pretoria
was to be surrendered to the British in the morning, after which the
door was slammed in our faces. We knew the President and my father too
well to believe that they had ignominiously run away, and the fact
that they had left Pretoria together was proof to us that they had
gone to carry on the war, so we returned home, and after stabling and
feeding our weary horses, broke open one of the doors and went inside.
We made a roaring fire in the kitchen, at which we cooked a dinner
with supplies from the pantry, and then slept in comfortable beds, a
change after the freezing nights we had endured of late.
It was nevertheless a dismal homecoming. Our younger brother had been
left stranded in a cattle-truck weak and ill, amid the chaos of a
general retreat, our other brother was missing, and for all we knew
dead, while my father was gone and our home was deserted.
We only heard later that my stepmother and the younger children had
been sent to Delagoa Bay and thence by sea up the East Coast of Africa
to Holland, where they still are.
Early next morning we set about making plans for the future. First we
saddled our horses and rode uptown to find out what was happening. The
streets were swarming with leaderless men, knowing even less of the
situation than ourselves. Of the 'A.C.C.' there was no trace, and all
was utter confusion with looting of shops and supply depots, and a
great deal of criticism of our leaders.
After commandeering provisions for our future requirements, we
returned home. The British by now were shelling the forts outside the
town, and an occasional 'over' fell in our vicinity, but we were
accustomed to gun-fire by now, and remained quietly resting until the
afternoon.
Towards three o'clock a gaunt figure appeared before us. It was our
missing brother Joubert, whom we had given up for lost. He said that
his horse had been killed when the 'A.C.C.' were rushed at
Kopje-Alleen a fortnight before, but he had succeeded in escaping on
foot. After tramping it for many days, he reached Johannesburg in time
to board the last outgoing train, which had just brought him to
Pretoria. As burghers now came galloping past, shouting that the
English were entering by the road above the railway station, I hurried
back on horseback to the centre of the town, where I annexed a
saddled-horse, from among several standing before a shop that was
being looted, and absconded with this remount for my brother. We now
prepared to leave, though as a matter of fact the English only
occupied Pretoria next day, but, as we did not know that the rumour
was premature, we thought it safer to get away in good time.
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