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Kill Whitey

December 4, 2007

Treason to Whiteness is loyalty to humanity: that’s the slogan of the now sadly defunct journal Race Traitor. It argues that only the destruction of the White race can end racism.

I couldn’t agree more.

The White race is an historical construct that was designed to get poor Europeans to buy into the imperialist agenda of their elites. Before the creation of Whiteness, people used to identify by religion, language, and where they lived.

To end racism, we need to detribalise ourselves completely, stop identifying as White, and reject the privileges associated with Whiteness. Genealogy is interesting and identity is important – but we must abandon the fallacy that that there’s something about the blood that runs in our veins that makes us better than anyone else.

Being descended from Somerled or Ghengis Khan doesn’t make you special – it just means some one long ago was a top shagger.

In other words, moenie jouself wit hou nie.

Identity needs to be civic and cultural. The way to preserve cultures is to throw them open to all – not hide behind walls. Take Scotland for example: anyone who identifies strongly with Scotland, and is prepared to live on this rain-lashed, wind-swept hunk of frozen rock, can be Scottish. The same applies to Africa. Confused people like me can even be African Scots, or Scottish Africans.

So I am encouraged by stories like this one in the Sowetan:

A WHITE teenage boy is undergoing the traditional Xhosa rite of passage into manhood after following his best pal into the bush and his parents and traditional leaders have given it their blessings.

Not wanting to remain a boy while his friend became a man, Stanley Ahlschlager joined his mate of five years, Thandolwethu Nodwezana, at a camp just outside Berlin in the Eastern Cape.

There’s actually quite a lot of this sort of thing happening beneath the radar in South Africa, and its one of the most culturally interesting and relevant developments to come out of post-apartheid South Africa.

I personally know at least 10 White South Africans who have become sangomas (African shamans), and many more who use African herbs provided by inyangas.

I haven’t been to a Western doctor in around 15 years, and when in South Africa use African herbs to stay health. If I have any kind of religion or spirituality, its closer to African traditional religion – refracted through a Western prism – than anything else.

I listen to my ancestors. On which more later.

You don’t decide to become a sangoma – you get ‘sangoma sickness’ and don’t get better until you listen to your ancestors and start the thwasa initiation process. This takes years and is usually intense enough to deprogramme one of the last vestiges of Whiteness, and to discourage cultural tourists and wannabes.

A shaman is a walker between the worlds. By undergoing thwasa, White sangomas become cultural ambassadors between the White and Black worlds, and are able to translate traditional African beliefs into psychological and philosophical frameworks that people with a Western background can understand.

This is important, because South Africa (and most of the world) is still dominated by Whiteness, and the thought forms of Western cultural imperialism. The way we dress, the fact that we speak English, are all indicators of the extent to which our psyches have been colonised. Race traitors and White sangomas are part of a cultural revolution against this psychic imperialism.

With regard to White sangomas, some Black traditional leaders have explained that people with African ancestors are being born into White bodies. The concept of ‘ancestors’ is an interesting one too, as it doesn’t necessarily mean literal blood ancestors, but can be extended to mean something like ‘spirit guides’.

Transpose this into Western thought and an ancestor can be anyone who has gone before who has a special influence on your life – either through direct ‘spiritual’ influence, or intellectual tradition.

I like to see all those who have fought for freedom while still remaining human and grounded as my ancestors. They have a collective wisdom that I try to listen to.

Here is another African analogy that I like:

Each of us is the point of a spear. Our ancestors are the shaft, and the spear is so long it goes back to the beginning of time. If we get ourselves into alignment, that’s a lot of power we can direct.

Ndiyabonga, Makhosi.

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