We are not Black

We shouted “Viva”; we marched to the Union Buildings,

Our language is irrelevant

Our colour, it’s just not right,

Our surnames are wrong

And we are not Black

We were led to believe

That together we shall govern

Instead they use us for window dressing

It is clear, evident

We are not Black

We come from a history,

We view the comrades as ‘Paragons’

We expected an all-inclusive metamorphosis

We thought society would change into a new creation,

We would fit in’

We were fooled-misled,

We are not Black

Instead we are pushed around,

We are labelled as ‘Coloreds’

We are made to believe that we are beneficiaries of the past regime,

But who are we really?

Tossed between identities and sides

Indoctrinated by the Verwoerd’s,

And now betrayed by our “Comrades”

The writing is on the wall,

We are not Black

 Oh how carnal could men be!

 But…

Take courage, oh children of the soil of Africa,

Take courage original inhabitants of the Southern tip of Africa,

Take courage my beloved children of Harry die Strand Loper, Sara Baartman, Boesman, Khoi, San, Griqua, Malay, Hottentots’……..

We will inherit our land,

Although we’re not “Black”. 

We are not Black is a Poem that attempts to get the “Bruin-Mense” talking. We do not expect the Government to do any thing until we function as a Collective and Speak with one Voice and Respect our Pioneers…. 

Anthony Williams

7 February 2002

South of Johannesburg

South Africa

Time: 10h00 - 10h55

To my wife (Theoline), Bruin-Mense (Bruin-Africans) across the world.

May we come to our senses and never again be in humane again. We (Bruin-Mense) want to forget the pass but we should not. It is critical be a collective, that’s how we’ll transform our society, country and the world. Africa needs every African to transform it.