ANC have NOT built a cultural university...not one built for investment in poor Africans... yet Africans want decolonised libraries?

Apartheid Heroes Hollywood Forgot

The myth of all whites being racist in South Africa
before '94 .... and since

South African Womens Organisation

Non racial collaboration takes WORLD RECORD -Wayde van Niekerk broke Michael Johnson’s world record to win the 400m at the Rio 2016 Olympic Games in a stunning time of 43.03 on Sunday night (Video on the right ...another racist white woman?).

A number of NON RACIAL Women's organisations were active from the 1950s. (NONE OF THIS HAPPENED ACCORDING TO EFF AND ANC 2016 rhetoric

The Federation of South African Women (FEDSAW or FSAW) was launched on 17 April 1954 in Johannesburg as the first attempt to establish a broad-based women’s organisation. This was the brainchild of Ray Simons who drew in others such as Helen Joseph, Lillian Ngoyi and Amina Cachalia who formed the steering committee for the organisation. One hundred and forty-six delegates, representing 230,000 women from all parts of South Africa, attended the founding conference and pledged their support for the general campaigns of the Congress Alliance. Among the African leaders of the Federation, a large number were trade unionists, primarily from the clothing, textile, and food and canning industries. Some were teachers and nurses, members of the small African professional class. Since fewer than one percent of African-working women were engaged in production work in the 1950s, the trade unionists, like the nurses and teachers, represented but a fraction of all adult African women. The involvement of the trade unionists proved to be critical, however. They contributed invaluable organisational skills and mobilising techniques to the women`s struggle. - See more at:

Tribute to Ingrid Jonker - Rob Coomber - 2016

The Brick Kiln

You spoke with me today

Over the waves crashing

Under the waters washing

From the bay

Your words spoke again

Through emotions in play

Like smoke and clay I felt

Your words today

Many times I passed by

Bricks in burning kiln

And felt as you

In words I read today

The words we share

Are slow and deep

Emotions we have to spare

Are timeless; a frozen stare

More than that

The child's not dead

But shares; bewildered stare

What they have got; despair

Mankind’s not kind

But greed and wealth

Is timeless

As despair

You spoke with me today

Over the waves crashing

Under the waters washing

Our fingers… touched there

Clasped briefly as

Life’s fleeting spark

In eternity… life blinks

Through eternity… we spoke

Emotions… defy paths... and time

Members of the Black Sash movement, a non-violent white women's resistance organisation, demonstrating in the streets of Cape Town against apartheid on April 23, 1972 in Cape Town, South Africa. 

The late 1950s provided a renewed hope in the resistance to Apartheid with the launch of the Freedom Charter in Kliptown in 1955 as well as the anti-pass law march on the Union Buildings by thousands of women affiliated to the Federation of South African Women in August 1956. The Black Sash subsequently set up a “bail fund” for the countless black women who were arrested and incarcerated for defying the country’s pass laws.

Black Sash

Started in 1955 over a cup of tea by six middle-class white women outraged by the then-government’s attempts at removing “coloured” citizens from the voter’s roll, the Black Sash developed into a powerful force for protest and change and served as a visible prod to the consciences of those who implemented and benefited from an unjust system. By MARIANNE THAMM.

Six months after Jean Sinclair, Ruth Folley, Elizabeth McLaren, Tertia Pybus, Jean Bosazza and Helen Newton-Thompson launched the Women's Defence of the Constitution League over tea on 19 May 1955, the organisation held a conference in Port Elizabeth.

Ingrid Jonker - daughter of a white supremacist and Nationalist. Children are taught to believe things even if it kills them - like Ingrid.

The English version of her poem, ‘Die Kind’ 

The Child

The child who was shot dead by soldiers at Nyanga

The child is not dead
The child lifts his fists against his mother
Who shouts Afrika ! shouts the breath
Of freedom and the veld
In the locations of the cordoned heart

The child lifts his fists against his father
in the march of the generations
who shouts Afrika ! shout the breath
of righteousness and blood
in the streets of his embattled pride

The child is not dead
not at Langa nor at Nyanga
not at Orlando nor at Sharpeville
nor at the police station at Philippi
where he lies with a bullet through his brain

The child is the dark shadow of the soldiers
on guard with rifles Saracens and batons
the child is present at all assemblies and law-givings
the child peers through the windows of houses and into the hearts of mothers
this child who just wanted to play in the sun at Nyanga is everywhere
the child grown to a man treks through all Africa
the child grown into a giant journeys through the whole world

Without a pass