I have
to confess that before visiting South Africa I knew little about the
origin of all the white folk that eventually settled there. I guess
I’d always assumed it was just a result of the Brit’s
centuries-old strategy to dominate planet Earth. Nuh-uh. They
certainly played their part but the reality is much more complex.
Allow me to oversimplify.
You
see, a really long time ago (perhaps 40,000 years) the first people
migrated to Southern Africa from other parts of the continent. They
are known today as the San people but since they didn’t write shit
down nobody really knows much about their early history. Apparently,
the San split into two main categories; the pastoralist Khoikhoi and
the hunter gather Bushmen.
Some
two thousand years ago (give or take) Bantu
speaking peoples made their way down the Niger River Delta
from parts of West Africa. They did not come all at once in one
ginormous clusterf**k. They spread it out over a thousand years or so
which lead to the development of different cultures, languages, etc.,
and saw denizens of the area separating into different regions in
Southern Africa. I am sure they (as in the descendents of the San and
Bantu peoples) were just fine fighting amongst themselves with sticks
and stones but along came Whitey.
The
Portuguese were the first to drop in when Bartolomeu
Dias ‘discovered’ the Cape of Good Hope in 1488 followed
by Vasco da
Gama’s circumnavigation of the coast of South Africa on
his way to India in 1497. Portugal didn’t give a rat’s ass about
the area as their attention was focused strictly on the allure of the
Orient and its vast riches. The Dutch, however, eventually took
advantage albeit many years later.
In
1647 after wrecking their ship a group of Dutchmen set up the first
fort on the cape. Way to go. Then again, they didn’t really have a
lot going on. Shortly after being rescued (a year later) the Dutch
East India Company established a permanent settlement as a
rest and resupply station for ships making their way in either
direction. Eventually, some of these folks were given permission to
set up farms as a way of supplying the ever increasing population at
the Cape Colony (what was to become present day Cape Town). Not sure
how the local Khoikhoi tribe felt about this but I’m think it is
safe to surmise that they were less than giddy. They were giddy-less.
So
people started to come and not just from the Netherlands. You also
had some Germans, Scandinavians, and Frenchies make their way to the
southern hemisphere for one reason or another. Now you have farmers
coming to work and develop farms to act as suppliers to the Dutch
East India Company. Operations began to expand leading to an
inevitable labor shortage. They needed cheap labor and they found
it…..but not where you’d think. The vast number of slaves that
flooded the Cape Colony did not primarily come from South Africa, or
even Africa for that matter (at least not the mainland). Most slaves
were imported from Indonesia, Madagascar, Sri Lanka, and other areas
far from the continent.
As
you might imagine a lot of co-mingling ensued. The Europeans screwed
each other. They also screwed the slaves. The highly diverse slave
population screwed one another as well. And everybody screwed the
local Khoikoi tribes. This ‘screwfest’ resulted in a
healthy mix of cultural and ethnic backgrounds. The descendents of
the European/slave/Khoikoi combos became known as Cape Coloureds
or Cape
Malays. I was surprised to find that even today many folks in the
region are designated ‘colored’ as opposed to white or black. It
seems strange to me seeing as my only association for ‘coloured’
stems from my knowledge of black history in America where the term is
pejorative in nature. And if that is not enough in the second half of
the 19th century
Britain imported some 150, 000 indentured servants from India to work
sugar plantations and mineral mines. It was to become the largest
Indian community outside of India. And don’t forget the Chinese who
immigrated en mass at the ‘behest’ of Team Britain as well.
If
the Cracker (yup
it’s in Wikipedia) population has been known for one thing
throughout its history it is its penchant for breathing room. The
Cape Colony was no different. The operation started to expand. The
indigenous population had two choices: work for ‘The Man’ or get
the F out of Dodge. Many chose the latter. However, they weren’t
the only ones. There was a significant gang of Whiteys (they became
known as the Boers)
that chose to head off into the unknown in search of religious
freedom (most were Christians), independence, and self-sufficiency.
Ironically, many took up almost an identical lifestyle (semi-nomadic
pastoralist) as the Khoikoi.
Nothing
gold can stay and so it was with the Dutch’s naval domination.
Enter the British who seized control of the Cape at the end of the
18th century. They were afraid Napoleon would get
there first (I hear he had a complex). Britain wasn’t much
interested in the place in the beginning but as the 19th century
wore on it was clear they were there to stay.
Up
until the British arrival there was only one game in town. The Boers
were doing just fine controlling, suppressing, displacing, and
otherwise imposing their will on locals and slaves alike. But then
the tea fanatics (i.e. the Brits) showed up and started imposing
their own version of control, suppression, and displacement. Too many
cooks in the kitchen. They really upset the white balance of power.
Bastards.
The
Brits came marching in. Although they did not enact any sweeping
social reforms they did have the audacity to abolish slavery thus
interfering with the Boer’s God given right to subdue anyone not
requiring sunscreen. That did not sit well. To make matters worse
gold and diamonds were discovered inside the interior. Now everybody
and their mother started pouring in from around the globe. You could
say the Boers did not fancy all the intruders to ‘their’ land.
Who could blame them? They stole it fair and square.
As
the Brits solidified their power the Boers became more and more
disgruntled. As a result beginning in 1835 many Boers headed farther
into the interior to seek independence and self-governance. They are
known as Voortrekkers (pioneers)
and their plight designated ‘The
Great Trek’. Their revisionist history describes an empty
savage land just waiting to be tamed. There were smatterings of
plains people and a relatively strong tribe known as the Ndeble but
they had not the power to resist hence the designation ‘empty’.
So
now the Boers had a land of their own and could live in peace, right?
Wrong. In addition to the British oppression of the oppressors they
now had to contend with the nearby Basotho nation
(later it became Lesotho) and those pesky Zulu.
They also had their own internal disagreements. So the Boers
killed other Boers (some broke off and headed north). The Boers
killed Zulus and Sothos. The Zulus and Sothos killed the Boers. Boers
killed the British. Zulus and Sothos killed the British. The British
killed everybody.
British
encroachment eventually became insufferable so Team Boer instigated
two conflicts, The First
Anglo-Boer War (which they won) and the Second
Anglo-Boer War (which they didn’t). After the first war
the South Africa Republic was born under its first president, Paul
Kruger. Their first victory made them ballsy and defiant so they
thought starting a second war was the way to go. Oops. By the early
20th century
Team Britain was firmly in control and could now effectively suppress
everybody.
The
British united the colonies under the South
Africa Act of 1909 and although officially a British
territory the act allowed Afrikaans (as they became known)
self-governance. The Union of South Africa garnered respect
when it gained equal status with the other British territories/allies
of Canada, Australia, and New Zealand. Thus began South Africa’s
independent path and the foundation of Apartheid, the lynchpin of
which was the Natives’
Land Act of 1913 (the first significant segregationist
legislation passed by the SA Union Parliament).
And
that, in an oversimplified nutshell, is how Whitey came to South
Africa. Fight the power.
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