{"id":9040,"date":"2013-07-25T15:25:02","date_gmt":"2013-07-25T13:25:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/germistoncitynews.co.za\/9040\/struwwelpeter-what-made-you-so-angry-at-me-what-did-i-do\/"},"modified":"2013-07-25T15:25:02","modified_gmt":"2013-07-25T13:25:02","slug":"struwwelpeter-what-made-you-so-angry-at-me-what-did-i-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/develop.citizen.co.za\/germiston-city-news\/opinion-edition\/2013\/07\/25\/struwwelpeter-what-made-you-so-angry-at-me-what-did-i-do\/","title":{"rendered":"Struwwelpeter: \u2018What made you so angry at me, what did I do?\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"
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AN interesting letter from a very peeved lady (edited).<\/p>\n

Im<\/span> a fairly well qualified 28-year-old, “middle class” citizen. Yet for some reason I must apologise and pay for the sins of apartheid – an era I wasn’t around to benefit from, nor contribute to.<\/span><\/p>

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I went through government schooling all my life and from grade 1, our class was a mix of white, black and Indian students. Blissfully playing on the fields, and seeing no colour, we were all friends.<\/p>\n

My outlook changed when I saw past school mates in an ANC march, demanding that BEE wasn’t enough, and that white people need to relinquish their riches to the poor, impoverished and previously disadvantaged.<\/p>

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What made you so angry at me, what did I do?<\/p>\n

Since leaving school, I didn’t have the money to study straight away, so racked the internet for free qualifications and studied like crazy. And then I found that those protesters had achieved nothing.<\/p>\n

So now we are not equal anymore, are we? I was dealt the same hand as youbut I made the best of a difficult situation, while you chose to accept defeat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now you have the audacity to scream at me to relinquish my “riches” to you?<\/p>\n

We are the only country in the world that enforces a policy, by law, to favour the majority over the minority.<\/p>\n

Somewhere along the way, it became normal practice to demand<\/span> something you aren’t entitled to, instead of working for it.<\/span><\/p>\n

The ANC took over in 1994, replaced all white and Indian participants in government who had the expertise with people who can barely tell their arse from their elbows. Now they wonder why the country has gone backward.<\/p>\n

Our president is near illiterate and incompetent is putting it lightly.<\/p>\n

Dumped textbooks, service delivery, health, education, etc is going down the toiletbut nothing is ever done.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t really appreciate being called “Mlungu<\/span>“, as much as you don’t appreciate being called you know what, so what gives you the right to say it at rallies?<\/span><\/p>\n

If I say it, and I’m racist, you say it and it’s free speech.<\/p>\n

We will make the mines and Western Cape ungovernable. Really? We want service delivery and educationbut we will make you ungovernable, and by definition leave you unable to provide any service delivery.<\/span><\/p>\n

There are roughly 2 million tax paying individuals outside of the government sector, paying for roughly 48 million people in grants and aid. This means that each tax paying individual supports up to 24 people. You don’t need to be a mathematician to realise the impossibility of this situation continuing.<\/p>\n

I’m quite peeved that I and my fellow two million tax payers have to pay close on R5 billion for Jacob’s palace and his multiple amorous indiscretions..<\/p>\n

I’m quite peeved that while I’m being called a capitalist pig for not sharing my non-existent “wealth”. Jacob is trying to acquire another Boeing for R2 Billion.<\/p>\n

I’m peeved that even though Im<\/span> a tax payer, I pay for private security, private schooling, private medical, even though they are the very things Im<\/span> paying government for.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I’m peeved that the nation still believes the cataclysmic failure by the ANC to provide is still due to a regime ousted 18 years ago.<\/p>\n

I’m peeved that my whole family have left the country out of fear of a future. I’m the only one left.<\/p>\n

I’m peeved that protesters do what they want while law enforcement does nothing.<\/p>\n

I’m peeved that every night I live in fear of being robbed and murdered.<\/p>\n

But most of all, I’m peeved that I’m angry. I’m angry because we are not a rainbow nation and anybody that thinks we are is either an idiot or lying to themselves.<\/p>\n

We are as divided as we have ever been. We started making progress but somehow the path was lost along the way.<\/p>\n

Quo Vadis?<\/p>\n

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Birth control the Irish way:<\/p>\n

Mrs Donovan was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.<\/p>\n

The Father said:”‘Top o’ the <\/span>mornin<\/span>‘<\/span><\/span> To ye<\/span>! Aren’t ye<\/span> Mrs Donovan and didn’t I marry ye<\/span> and yer<\/span> hoosband<\/span> two years ago?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She replied: “Aye, that ye<\/span> did, Father.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The Father asked: “And be there any wee little ones yet?”<\/p>\n

She blushed pretttily<\/span> and replied: “No, not yet, Father.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The Father said: “Well now, I’m going to Rome next week And I’ll light a fertility candle for ye<\/span> and yer<\/span> hoosband<\/span>.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She replied: “Oh, thank ye<\/span>, Father.”<\/span><\/p>\n

They then parted ways.<\/p>\n

Some years later they met again. The Father asked: “Well now, Mrs Donovan, how are ye<\/span> these days?”<\/span><\/p>\n

She replied: “Oh, very well, Father!”<\/p>\n

The Father asked: “And tell me, have ye<\/span> any wee ones yet?”<\/span><\/p>\n

She replied: “Oh yes, Father! Two sets of twins and six singles, ten in all!”<\/p>\n

The Father said: “That’s wonderful! And how is yer<\/span> loving hoosband<\/span> doing?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She replied: ‘E’s gone ter<\/span> Rome ter<\/span> blow out yer<\/span>fookin<\/span>‘<\/span> candle!”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(Thanks M)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/p>

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