From Prison to Pulpit

to You
Reflections of South Africa, Beloved
Land of Apartheid

A Historicist-Religious Discovery
of God’s Miraculous Making of
an International
Preacher/Evangelist

By
Pieter Barkhuizen, Th.D
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 About the Author

An ordained minister, Pieter Erens Barkhuizen is also an

author and visiting professor of Systematic Theology.

Now semi-retired, he lives with his wife, Yvonne, in the

Chattanooga, Tennessee area in the USA.

Pieter has earned BD, M.Th and Th.D degrees, and

studied at a number of institutions of higher learning,
including Andrews University (Seminary) and Trinity
Graduate School of Theology, Alma Mater of Dr. Billy
Graham. He also earned the post-graduate HED (School
Psychologist) from the University of Cape Town in
South Africa. His hobbies include cultivating a small

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hanepoot and muscadine vineyard, and flying ultra-light,
experimental aircraft.

Born in George, (South Africa) on September 5, 1943,

he later grew up in the Langkloof region, where his
father was a Police Commander in the Cape Province. It
was during his high school years that he met Yvonne
Kritzinger, who was the High School valedictorian. An
accomplished pianist, Yvonne always played the piano
during Monday morning school assemblies.

The couple has been married for 56 years, and has been
residing in the USA for more than 40 years. They were
blessed with four children, two boys and two girls, all
involved in the Medical professions.

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 Table of Contents

About the Author.............................................ii

Foreword........................................................1
Chapter 1 Long Flight to the Homeland.........3
Chapter 2 The Genesis of the White
“Settlers”.......................................................11
Chapter 3 The Birth and Demise of Apartheid
.....................................................................23
Chapter 4 Flee … The Beloved Country......37
Chapter 5 From Prison to Pulpit to You........60
 Foreword

I grew up in South Africa, where my early

childhood was spent in the rural, apple-farming
area of the Longkloof, in the Eastern Province. My
father was the Area Police Commander, and an
elder in the Dutch Reformed Church, where the
Barkhuizen family sat in pew number 4, every
Sunday. My entire family was a member of the
predominantly White Afrikaner, National Party.
I will share with you some reflections on how I
grew up in a “land apart”, and my perception of
the political and ideological changes of the past
few decades, and then …. some more!
Since the days of my youth, changes of
unprecedented proportions have taken place. I was
always cognizant of the Black Struggle, but could
never dream that there would be a day of Black
dominance; neither could I imagine that there
would be a follow-up White Struggle, so soon after
the tables were turned!
Come and journey with a born South African
“Boer”, as we investigate the socio-political
background of the country that coined and defined
the word, “apartheid”. In the struggle for racial
supremacy, many have lost their lives. Thousands
of Black people have died, even since the time of
the Zulu-wars. Thousands of White people have

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died, including those who lived peacefully on the
quaint family farms of the land.
I dedicate this book to the memory of all those
victims and their families on both sides of the
color-line.
Acknowledgment
The front page cover-pic, “Table Mountain”, is
from an original oil painting by famed South
African artist, the late Dan du Toit, painted more
than 50 years ago, especially for me! We were
great personal friends, and as a student, I have sold
more than 500 of Dan's oil paintings, mostly at
agricultural shows! Many farm-houses in the Cape
Province have an original du Toit. In fact, Dan at
first painted under the signature, D. J. du Toit.
Then I convinced him to sign his paintings as
DAN DU TOIT!! What a great artist ….!

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 Chapter 1
Long Flight to the Homeland

Regardless of what part of the world you live in, I

am sure you know what is meant by racial conflict.
Racism is not an exclusively South African or
American problem.
As a U.S. citizen for the past 41 years, I was on my
way to South Africa after an absence of a number
or years. Next to me sat a middle-aged, Afrikaans-
speaking widow, who had visited her daughter,
who was lucky enough to win a green card, and
left South Africa a year ago. She was surprised to
hear that I could still converse fluently in my
mother-tongue after so many years in a “foreign
country”.
After the regular small talk, I asked her to tell me
what I would find different in South Africa since
Presidents Nelson Mandela, Thabu Mbeki, Jacob
Zuma and Cyril Ramaphosa, took over the
government, with the promise of a New South
Africa and Black Empowerment.
“Oh, the first thing you will notice is that many are
living in fear. Their homes are barricaded with
high-security walls and razor-fences all around.
Every night we lock ourselves up in jail, and we let
ourselves out the next morning. We can no longer
go for long walks and no child ever plays outside
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anymore,” she answered. “They even fear
stopping at a red light or driving up to their
garage. Many would rather stay home than visit
their favorite restaurant, go grocery shopping, or
attending church services”.
Most of what I’ve just heard was a confirmation of
what I already knew about, because I regularly
read South African Newspapers on the Internet.
The Trans-Atlantic flight to Johannesburg was
about sixteen hours, so I had enough time to listen
to my talkative co-passenger. “Have you ever been
a victim of any crime yourself in South Africa?”
was my next question.
“Let me tell you why I am a widow at 54 years,
today.
Thirteen months ago, at around midnight, we were
rudely awakened by four young men standing at
our bedside. They crawled into our backyard under
the security fence, and then pried open the kitchen
door. Pointing handguns and an AK47 at us, they
asked for three things: our cell phones, the key to
our safe, and the keys to our gray Mercedes. One
entered the guestroom.
Our only granddaughter, who had just turned five,
was visiting Oupa and Ouma (Grandpa and
Grandma) for the weekend, and was sleeping in
the small guest-bedroom next to ours.
My husband started to plead for our lives and
assured them we would cooperate with whatever

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they requested. He told them where the safe-key
was. One of them opened the safe and took out two
revolvers and my jewelry, some very sentimental.
They pinned me down on the bed and started to
tear off my nighties. My husband tried to stop
them, but then they tied him up with his own
shoelaces. He pleaded and cried and begged. I
prayed that the Lord would allow me to die.
Then I heard the unthinkable! Our little
granddaughter shouted: ‘Oupa, Ouma, please help
me!’ her cries suddenly stopped.
Without going into the gruesome details, both my
husband and granddaughter were killed.
Something inside of me died. I felt worthless and
lost my sense of self-respect. I felt dirty, undone
and ashamed.
As soon as they drove off with our car, I pushed
the emergency button for the Neighborhood
Watch. Every fiber of my being was violated and I
again prayed that God would let me die.
After about 15 minutes, the guards turned up, and
contacted the ambulance service and local police.”
I had immense compassion, but felt totally
helpless. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard:
“Were they ever caught?” I heard myself ask. “Oh
yes, but within a few days they were out on R1,000
(approx.. $60) bond each, but I have not heard
anything since.”

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I asked my co-passenger if she had any other
family in South Africa, and she responded, “I have
one brother who is older than I am. In fact, I spoke
with him last night and he told me about a new
trend among the criminals. They use common
household appliances as instruments of torture,
especially on women.”
I thought of some of the bad experiences that
befell my own extended family: my brother was
stabbed with a knife in his neck while stopping at a
red light.
My brother-in-law was attacked by three young
men, who dragged him into the woods, and held a
knife to his throat. It was only by God’s grace that
he was unharmed. Something made them flee! He
was in such shock, that it took his shaking hands a
long time to get the key in his car’s ignition!
Today, he and his wife reside in Australia.
I was personally a victim of I.D. theft. When I
rented a cell-phone at the Johannesburg airport,
they made a copy of my MasterCard and sold a
photo-copy to waiting criminals. A week after that,
my wife’s sister had the exact experience.
Thousands of dollars were involved!
When I was a pastor of a church in a small town in
Northern Natal, I baptized a very nice young man,
named Stoffel. Some time ago, I was told that he
was shot to death in his pick-up truck.
While my travel-companion was settling back for a
nap, I tried hard to think of any of my friends or
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family in South Africa who were not victimized.
No names came up!
My thoughts were disrupted when my co-
passenger said, “I hope this did not disturb you,
but you asked me a straight question. Let me tell
you one more thing about myself. I believe I died
that night, but my body is still alive. My soul has
died. There are Blacks and Whites in South Africa
who have died, but are still walking around. Both
races are victims of their power-struggles through
the years. I guess we are all guilty of the society
we created.”
My friend took a few capsules with the Canada
Dry she ordered, and I discovered that I had run
out of note paper! While she was talking, I took
notes of everything she said. However, in front of
me in the seat-pouch was a brand new
complimentary copy of the South African Airway’s
magazine, Sawubona. I quickly decided that this
large-size periodical was going to serve double-
duty, it would become my personal note-pad for
the rest of the flight!
I began taking notes on the outside cover of the
colorful Sawubona magazine, the moment she
started talking. “Here are some facts and figures
you will never read about in any U.S. newspaper,
and which the South African government will not
divulge. The Afrikaans media, newspapers like
Beeld, Die Burger, Volksblad, Rapport, etc. most
of the time will offer a true and balanced view, but
they never cover all of the daily crime onslaughts.

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77% of all White South Africans perceive the
present New South Africa as worse than the Old
South Africa. Amazingly, this sentiment is echoed
by about 40% of Black South Africans. When you
ask the question, ‘why would the Blacks be
unhappy with the new regime?’ the answer is easy
to find: many feel betrayed and cheated because of
the unfulfilled promises of jobs, homes with
electricity and running water, inside toilets, etc.
especially the older generation was happier with
the previous White government.”
My friend now closed her eyes and dozed off until
we landed at the Johannesburg International
Airport (Tambo). We had become such great
friends within sixteen hours that we parted with a
warm embrace!
Illegal immigrants enter South Africa at the rate of
an estimated twenty thousand per month. Border-
control has effectively been canceled and the ANC
has decided to “facilitate” immigration, rather than
control it. This action serves as an open invitation
to the 600 million poor in the Sub-Sahara areas.
They cannot be stopped!
It is common knowledge that members of the S.A.
National Defense Force, as well as members of the
SA Police Services and Metro Police Services,
many times in uniform, are involved in crimes of
armed robbery, hijacking, and even murder.
Sometimes, they also assist criminals escaping
from jail. Corruption is practiced on almost every
level of government, state or local.

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Of course, many Blacks are also victims of crime,
and will be robbed, killed or maimed.
Because of the institution of “Affirmative Action”
(a process of reverse-discrimination), White males
are systematically being eliminated from all
positions of authority and leadership. They are
labeled “White Supremacists” and perceived as the
ones guilty of the Black suppression of yesteryear.
And many White South Africans have silently
accepted this verdict of discrimination. “We are
guilty, so we suffer the consequences.”
Not only do some economists believe that most
Blacks in South Africa are worse off economically
than during the time prior to 1994, but many of the
Whites have also experienced a drop in their
standards of living.
Please observe; most Black South Africans want to
work, they want to earn money to feed and clothe
their families – but they cannot. They want to
educate their children, but they cannot. Many still
live in squatter camps. The ANC has not delivered
on its promises!
The South African Media noted that there were
now more poorer Blacks and Whites in South
Africa, than during the Apartheid years. Some are
laying the blame on overseas governments who
helped put the ANC in charge.
One organization, ADRA, (a Charitable
Organization), delivers more than 100,000 free

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meals to the underprivileged and elderly per
month!
Right now, Blacks are the preferred candidates for
not only government positions, but also private
sector jobs. Many Whites are experiencing a
complete role-reversal of the earlier safety-net the
Apartheid-years had guaranteed. Many Whites are
also living in squatter camps – for years the natural
home to impoverished Blacks all over South
Africa. Many White Afrikaners can now be seen
begging on the streets! Unemployment among
Whites is at an all-time high. How could this ever
happen!

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 Chapter 2
The Genesis of the White
“Settlers”

Come with me as we explore the annals of South

African History to discover when White met Black
for the first time.
The actual settlement of the Whites in South Africa
occurred between, 1652-1850.
Jan van Riebeeck, one of the leaders of the Dutch
East India Trading Company, established the first
White settlement in Cape Town. These settlers
soon met the non-White Hottentots or
Strandlopers, as well as Bushman, with whom they
engaged in a lively swap-trade for sheep, cattle,
etc. The reason for this settlement at the Cape of
Good Hope was that it would serve as a half-way
supply depot for Dutch trade-ships en route to the
Far East. The original idea was apparently not to
focus on any expansion or colonization of the rest
of the land. However, after some time, the
Company suspended the contracts of a select
number of their employees to allow them to farm
on their own. These were called Free Citizens.
Around 1700, immigration increased dramatically
when more and more Dutch, French Huguenots
and Germans arrived. Most of these immigrants
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were escapees from Catholic, religious persecution
in Europe. Even though the nomadic Hottentots
and Bushmen were not land owners, their roaming
space was being threatened by the rapid expansion
of White development. The Bushmen eventually
settled in South West Africa (now known as
Namibia), where few of their posterity are still
living today. The Hottentots moved around, and
many settled on the Cape Peninsula. Around this
time, a number of Malay slaves were brought from
Dutch Colonies in Asia, to work in Cape Town and
on the surrounding farms. These were, of course,
“brown people”. At the same time a number of
Black slaves were imported from the Northern
areas of Africa.
Very soon, there were sporadic racial
intermarriages between the White settlers and
some of the slaves, but then Governor Simon van
der Stel issued the first law against interracial
marriages in 1685. At the same time, a school was
started for White children only.
As time moved on, it was inevitable for the Blacks,
Hottentots, Malays, and Whites, to mix and
produce a race-group called the Cape Coloreds.
Many South African “pure whites” of today, could
very well have some “tainted blood”, because,
during the early race-classifications, nobody could
guarantee the exactness of those records!
The Dutch word for farmer is BOER, as most
South Africans of this early-era-descent are still
known today.

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As the farmers expanded and explored the Eastern
Cape, they met with the first major Black tribe, the
Xhosa, who still lives in and around the Port
Elizabeth area (the ancestral tribe of President
Nelson Mandela). History records a series of nine
racial wars over a 70-year period (1781-1857).
These wars were known as the “Kaffir Wars”.
Cattle theft prompted most of these wars.
These “moving” settlers were referred to as TREK
BOERE. It is interesting to note how these Boer-
Xhosa wars came to an end. A Xhosa prophetess,
convinced most members of the tribe to kill all
their cattle, because, on February 18, 1857, all the
deceased Xhosa warriors would be resurrected to
drive all the Whites into the sea! They followed the
instructions of the prophetess, and waited for the
great resurrection day. The record tells us that the
Whites were overjoyed when the prophecy turned
out to be false, and the Xhosa stronghold was
broken by an eventual bout of starvation and the
realization that they were deceived!
Around 1806, England purchased the Cape from
the Dutch for six million pounds – and the British
Empire expanded by adding yet another colony:
The Cape of Good Hope, consisting of about
26,000 White, 30,000 slaves, and around 20,000
Cape Colored citizens. Eventually another 3,000
British settlers moved into the Cape and Eastern
Province – much to the disgust of many of the
Dutch-speaking Trekboere.

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Without taking the time to analyze all the causative
factors for the Great Trek, history confirms the fact
that from around 1836, thousands of Trek Boer
families left with their famed ossewaens (ox
wagons) for the North. They wanted to get away
from British rule and government. Many of the
White settlers of course stayed put, and made an
indelible mark as the pioneer farmers of the Cape.
Some of their accomplishments are still admired
by tourists who visit the Wine Estates of Groot
Constantia, Stellenbosch, Franschoek, etc. In fact,
our former family farm is today known as
PLAISIR DE MERLE in the Groot Drakenstein
Valley of the Stellenbosch area in the Western
Cape. Fleeing religious persecution in France in
1687, Huguenot Charles Marais (from my
mother’s side) settled in this area, after the land
was granted to the Marais family in 1693 by Cape
Governor Simon van der Stel. Eventually,
Stellenbosch Farmer’s Winery bought the estate in
1964.
Many of these Trekkers settled in the Orange Free
State (Free State), others settled in the Transvaal
(Gauteng), and the largest group settled in Natal
(Kwa-Zulu).
A number of books have been written about the
almost superhuman efforts displayed during the
Great Trek, especially during their crossing of the
Drakensberg Mountains. All three groups
experienced hardships and tragedy beyond human
comprehension.

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For our purpose, I would like to focus on the
Natal-Trekkers, in an effort to try and establish
some kind of background to the eventual
establishment of the system called, Apartheid –
and the underlying elements.
The major problem encountered by the Whites in
Natal, was the feared and war-prone Zulu tribe, led
by Zulu King Dingaan. This tribe already occupied
Natal.
Allow me to repeat the heartbreaking story every
boy and girl who ever attended a predominately
White school in South Africa, had heard many,
many times: While the women, children and
elderly men waited at the Blaukrans River, Boer-
leader Piet Retief and a party of 70 men (including
some teenage boys) left on a land negotiation and
peace mission to see Dingaan at his KRAAL,
(settlement), called UMGUNGUNDLOVU.
On February 5, 1838, Dingaan and Retief signed a
treaty in which Dingaan deeded Natal to the Boere.
To celebrate the occasion, the Zulus put on a
dancing show. The Boers responded by giving a
shooting and horse-riding exhibition to the Zulus.
The next morning, February 6, the White men rose
before daybreak to return to their women and
children. Just as they got ready to mount their
horses, a Zulu messenger arrived with a message
from Dingaan. The Zulu King wanted to meet one
more time with Retief and his men for a final toast
to their negotiations and friendship. Before Retief
and his party entered the King’s inner court, they
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were asked to leave their firearms outside as a sign
of respect to the King. In Retief’s pouch was the
signed treaty of the previous night. Little did they
know that the Zulus had no intention of a peaceful
farewell!
Once the Boere were inside, the gate to the inner
court was closed. Dingaan greeted the men and
asked them to sit down and drink a traditional
beer-brew with him. Surrounding them were
almost 2,000 Zulu warriors in full combat attire,
assegai-spears, wooden clubs, etc. the Boers were
unsuspecting of any foul play.
For once, the White men were unarmed and
outnumbered!
Suddenly the Zulu-warriors began to dance,
moving back and forth from the group of 70.
Gradually the chanting soldiers crept closer and
closer. When they could almost touch the men,
Dingaan gave the command: “Kill the White
Wizards!” Some of the group was speared, some
were strangled and all were dragged to a hill next
to Dingaan’s royal abode, named, Hlomo Amabuta
(Hill of Execution). The Whites were executed one
by one. Last one the list was Piet Retief, after he
was forced to see how his own teenage boy was
clubbed to death. After he was killed, they took
Retief’s heart and liver, and presented them to
Dingaan as proof that his arch-enemy was dead.
The details of this massacre are known because of
the eye-witness account of a White missionary,
Francis Owen, whose mission overlooked Hlomo
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Amabuta, and from where he could see everything.
Instead of warning the women and children of the
Retief-group, he decided to flee to the British in
Durban, Natal.
After ten days, on February 16, 1838, the Zulus
attacked the helpless, undefended women, children
and elderly at their camp at the Blaukrans River.
More than 10,000 Zulus attacked the sleeping
Whites at 1 am in the morning. Almost 300 Whites
were killed: 41 men, 56 women, and 185 children.
If we add the 70 of Retief’s group, the Blacks had
massacred more than 50% of all the Whites in
Natal!
Afterward the site was called Weenen (weeping)
and can still be visited today.
While the Boers recuperated, the Zulus launched
concerted attacks on the British trading settlements
of Durban. They were clearly committed to the
total extinction of the White race, regardless of
ethnic origin. However, the British defenses could
not be broken.
Interestingly to note, that at this juncture, many of
the Boers decided to stop the Trek and return to the
safer environment of the Cape. But then the
women took the lead and persuaded the men to
continue the Trek! They reasoned that too many
sacrifices were made to give up now.
A commando under the leadership of Piet Uys tried
to avenge the killings of the women and children at
Weenen, but they were defeated by the Zulus, and
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both Uys and his teenage son perished in the Battle
of Italeni.
By now, the news of the embattled Trekkers had
reached the Cape, and hundreds of volunteers
came to the rescue! Their leader was Commandant
Andries Pretorius. Almost immediately, Pretorius
and a Boer commando of 451 men took off on a
mission of revenge. Apparently, there were also
three Scotsmen among the men. With them they
took two cannons.
After almost a week of travel, Pretorius set up
camp at the Ncome river. They arranged 64
wagons in a triangular shape. Thorn bushes were
used to cover openings underneath and between
the wagons. Lanterns attached to long oxen whips
were used for nighttime security lights. After all
was set, the Whites offered a prayer in which they
promised God that if He helped them, to gain
victory, they and their descendants would celebrate
that day for ever as if it were a Sabbath.
It was at dawn on December 16, 1838, when the
Zulus attacked in full force! Estimates of their
numbers range from 10,000 to 30,000.
Commandant Pretorius understood the gravity of
what was coming. As a natural military strategist,
he ordered his men to wait, until they were 100%
sure of making a kill. With super strong will-
power, the Whites waited until the Zulu front line
was within yards of the wagons – then all hell
broke loose! With concerted and measured efforts,
the Boere engaged in a systematic cutting down of
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the Zulus, line after line. The Zulu warriors died by
the hundreds. The cannons were put in use, and
with every boom, dozens of Zulus died. When they
ran out of cannon ammo, they used pre-cut stones.
The Zulus launched one attack upon the other.
Again and again, the hordes came forward. But the
451 Whites were determined to be victorious. And
victory came! Only two Whites received minor
cuts by spears thrown by the Zulus – one was
Commandant Pretorius himself.
As soon as the Zulus retaliated, Pretorius ordered a
detachment of 150 mounted men to ride directly
into the front Zulu regiment of more than 2,000!
Many tried to get away by jumping into the Ncome
river, but they died by musket and cannon fire. The
water turned red with blood – and to this day, the
river is known as Blood River. The revenge for the
Blaukrans massacre was over! More than 3,000
Zulus died on that fateful day in Kwa-Zulu, Natal.
Many more were killed as the 150 horsemen
pursued them into the night. Others, no doubt, died
of serious wounds and injuries.
Incidentally, in 1974, I happened to be the pastor
of a church in the town of Vryheid, Kwa-Zulu,
Natal, only about 20 miles from the Blood River
Memorial Site. With my family, I often visited this
remarkable place. Today it is still visited by
thousands of tourists – there are replicas of the ox-
wagons and other interesting items of interest to
view. Every year on December 16, White South
Africans meet on the very spot where many years

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ago, the pledge was made to keep the day as a
Sabbath. Some are still honoring the promise
today!
This overview gives us some idea of the early
settlement of the Whites of South Africa. We also
gain some insight into the origins of the underlying
issues in the power-struggle between Black and
White.
After the Zulu-wars, the Boers still had some
sporadic confrontations with other Black tribes,
such as the Matabele attack at Vegkop, etc. In most
cases the Boers won the skirmishes, mostly
because of White fire-power, which proved
superior to the spears or assegais. They also used
their horses to great advantage. The Matabele tribe
eventually retreated to settle in Zimbabwe, where
they are still living today.
Then, in the Orange Free State, the Whites
encountered the Basotho tribe. Eventually, part of
the land came under British rule and protection,
and was named Basutoland, better known today as
Lesotho.
It should be noted that all along, the Whites were
accompanied by non-White slaves (Black or
Colored). There was never a time when the Whites
believed in racial equality (in the 1800’s much of
the same attitude prevailed in the United States and
Europe, as far as the non-White races were
concerned.) From the earliest time, only White
votes were allowed in any political expression.

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The White Boer – English confrontations, is a
separate history lesson, which we will not explore
for the purpose of our topical research. It should be
pointed out that the British had their own share of
Race Wars with the Zulus. As far as the Zulus were
concerned, the English and White Boers were seen
as the same – both groups of Whites were
perceived as Invaders!
An interesting observation is that during the Zulu-
British confrontations, some of the individual
White Boers actually supplied the Zulus with guns
and logistical support in the hope that it would be
used against the English.
During the height of the Anglo-Boer wars, the
White Boers had at most 53,000 soldiers on the
battlefield, while the British eventually had
478,725 soldiers deployed! One of the reasons the
Boers held out as long as they did, was a special
gift from the German Kaiser: semi-automatic
Mauser rifles. The British had manual loading Lee-
Enfield rifles as standard infantry armament. The
Boers eventually resorted to guerilla tactics against
the English.
What broke the back of the Boer-defense-initiative
was when the British established 45 concentration
camps for the women and children of the fighting
Boers (burgers). Under the guise that they were
“protecting the women and children from the
Blacks”, they gathered thousands of women and
children, while at the same time they destroyed
many of the Boer farms. Sheep and cattle were

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also destroyed and fruit trees and other crops were
burnt down.
As a born South African, it breaks my heart to
write about the details my research has revealed.
But I must mention some irrefutable statistics
about this incredible injustice: eventually 27,927
White Boer women and children died in the British
concentration camps in South Africa! In October
1901, there were 118,000 White women and
children and 43,000 non-Whites in the 45
concentration camps. My wife told me recently
that her grandmother (Maria Isabella Schoonraad)
was one of the children in the concentration
camps. The rate of death was 344 per thousand,
and at one time, in Kroonstad, it was 878 per
thousand!
Of the eventually, 27,927 who died, 4,177 were
adult women, and 22,074 were children under 16.
This was an unforgettable genocide, remembered
until this day. If this had never occurred, the White
South African population would have increased by
a third, today.

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 Chapter 3
The Birth and Demise of
Apartheid

The Union of South Africa was established in 1910

under British rule. The Parliament was much under
the control of the White Boer generals, who
established the Land Act of 1913, specifically
designed to confine the Blacks to their homelands
of origin. That would guarantee that no land would
ever be owned in “White territory” by Blacks.
In 1914, General Hertzog, founded the National
Party – to be a leading political party for the next
80 years!
We now fast-forward to 1948, the year when
Apartheid, or the policy of racial segregation,
became official policy in the annals of South
African history. (Of course, unofficially, Apartheid
was in the making for many years before)
It was Dr. D. F. Malan, who became the National
Party leader in 1948, and promised to enforce the
policy of Apartheid.
Perhaps the reader should keep in mind that at this
very time U.S. legislation prohibited Blacks free

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excess to public places, such as schools, etc.
Montgomery and Selma, Alabama, comes to mind.
I can vividly remember the first “Whites Only”
signs (more commonly “Europeans Only” and
“Non-Europeans Only” in most government and
public establishments).
The National Party further copied the American
system of outlawing mixed-race marriages, and the
allocation of different residential areas for Blacks.
In 1950 the Suppression of Communism Act was
passed, with the firm intention of getting rid of the
opposing Communist Party – which was
organizing trade unions and strikes against the
White government. This act was repealed in 1990.
Something important to keep in mind is that from
around 1912, the main Black resistance movement
was born: the African National Congress (ANC),
which would later take over the South African
government, when the era of White rule finally
came to an end. There had always been a strong
alliance between the outlawed Communist Party
and the ANC.
Analysts are of the opinion that the apparent White
stronghold in South Africa was lost for the simple
reason that they became overwhelmed by the
influx of large numbers of Blacks. These numbers
grew almost exponentially, to the point where the
Blacks demanded to have a voice in the
government of South Africa. The procurement of
“cheap labor” is seen as one of the major
contributing factors of a civilization that “hanged
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itself”. Regardless of any other theory, no one kept
a watchful eye on the numbers!
By the time the White South Africans realized
what was happening, it was too late. In a desperate
effort to “play for time”, they came up with more
and more oppressive laws to protect their own.
Black resistance became the order of the day as we
entered the roaring 60s. At about that time, I was in
training at the South African Police College in
Pretoria, and witnessed many of the atrocities first
hand.
In Sharpeville, Johannesburg, a group of White
policemen shot 69 Black demonstrators. This event
became the catalyst to unleash a new awareness of
revolt and resistance among Black South Africans.
Reaction of the White government was swift, and
the first order of business was to ban the two major
Black resistance groups: the African National
Congress (ANC) and the Pan African congress
(PAC). For the next 30 years, those two parties
operated underground, determined not to give in to
the White rule. The Soviet Union (Russia) was a
strong ally of the ANC and supported them in
different ways.
In 1961 South Africa became a Republic – and
formally withdrew from the British.
When around 500 blacks died in the Soweto riots
of 1975, it triggered International interest and the
Black resistance movements stepped up their focus
on internal violence. By the year 1990, about 5
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million Whites and approximately 40 million non-
Whites lived in South Africa. By now, the writing
was on the wall, and the overwhelming numbers of
Blacks won the day.
The government had lost control! The ANC
became a recognized Political Party, and their
jailed leader, Nelson Mandela, was released after
27 years of incarceration.
President Nelson Mandela is recognized as a
political icon, admired and respected as elderly
statesman (Madiba), by millions around the globe.
However few are acquainted with the first Black
South African President’s background, and the fact
that he supported violence as a way to a special
means. In 1961 he founded Umkhonto we Siswe
(Spear of the Nation). President P.W. Botha offered
Mandela his freedom as far back as 1985. The only
requirement was that Mandela would publicly
renounce violence. History confirms that Mandela
refused this gracious offer!
Mandela went to jail for a specific reason: he was
found guilty of committing criminal acts. Many
South Africans and legal experts are still amazed
that he never received the death sentence.
The media often paints a completely distorted
picture of Mandela and his experience while
incarcerated. Mandela did not spend all of his jail-
time at Robben Island, but he later lived in a very
comfortable house with free access to most
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at the time. He was apparently still managing the
ANC, from jail!
After his release, Mandela moved into one of the
prime suburbs of Johannesburg, only returning to
his small house in Soweto for interviews and
picture opportunities, while pretending to live a
very “humble lifestyle”. Mandela apparently was
never a hero, nor a martyr!
Anyone can look on the Internet how Mandela
used to sing about killing Whites. Here are the
words (translated from Xhosa): “We the members
M.K. (Umkhonto we Siswe) have pledged
ourselves to kill them, the Ama-bhula (the
Whites)!”
Mandela went to jail because he was a terrorist and
helped plan attacks on major government
installations in South Africa.
The late President F. W. de Klerk, is viewed by
many South Africans as a traitor and appeaser, who
forced South Africans into accepting a democratic
election, which resulted in the take-over by the
ANC in 1994.
“Affirmative Action” and “Black Empowerment”
became the two avenues to solidify the new
government rule.
It should be pointed out that all along the way, just
like the time when independent Boere supplied
guns to the Zulus in their struggle against the
British, these independents are still practicing their

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trade today. These traitors also operated during the
British-Boer Wars, and were referred to as “Hans-
Kakies”, because they sided with the English
against their own people.

Reminiscing About a Time of Peace

Most of the older generation will remember that
there were always two groups of White Afrikaners:
those who were tolerant toward people of color,
and those who were not; those who treated them as
humans (although rarely as equal humans), and
those who misused and abused them. When South
Africans talk about people of color, they refer to
basically two groups: the Cape Colored and the
Blacks, as in Xhosa or Zulu. The Cape Coloreds
were referred to as Hotnots, and Blacks were
referred to as Kaffirs (the root for Kaffir is the
Arabic “khkufr,” referring to non-Muslims – so it
could in reality also be applied to White people!).
Like the “N” word is “verboden” in the U.S., so is
the “K” word supposed to be in the New South
Africa of today.
As far back as I can remember, we always had one
or two female-servants, who worked in the
kitchen, made the beds every morning, and took
care of the general house-cleaning. Even the
windows and refrigerator were cleaned every
week! What a country for White mamas to raise
their babies! Then, of course, we had a “garden
boy” who tended the garden, the lawns and the
shrubs around the house. Every few days he also
had to wash and polish the family sedan. One day
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per week, a special servant girl would come to do
the laundry ….washing by hand and then the next
day the ironing maid would come to do the
ironing. They usually excelled in the art of ironing
the linens and shirts, and folding them to
perfection!The domestic servants had their living
quarters attached to the back of the garage
(normally a small bedroom with a toilet and
perhaps a shower). They received some of the
“miesies” (madam’s) old clothes and other
handouts, such as limited toiletries, cheap perfume,
etc. They lived for free, and received a small
stipend of a few rand per month.
The normal reaction of people in countries like the
United States and England might be, “what a
shame to take such advantage of people”. Allow
me to put the record straight: I never have in all
my years as a young boy, ever heard any of our
domestic servants complain that they were ill-
treated. The point is very simple: they found a safe
haven under the wings of the Whites. If they could
not get a job with the Whites, they would perish! I
have seen some wonderful expressions of loyalty
between both servant and master. They respected
and appreciated each other. Of course, like in any
society, there were sporadic abuse and regular run-
of-the-mill open discrimination. In the typical
small town where I grew up, it was unthinkable
that one of those kitchen servants would ever dare
to sit down on one of the chairs in the house.
Typically, they would wait until everyone was
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and then they would get their food – but they had
to go outside and sit on the kitchen-steps or under
the fig-tree to enjoy their meal.
Usually, after they had finished their chores, they
were off for the afternoon – but most of the time,
they would simply hang around the home just in
case they were needed. Sometimes, when they
would have a baby out of wedlock, the infant
would be raised by the grandmother or auntie in
the homeland. Once or twice a year some of their
masters would arrange for them to visit their
relatives for a few days.
I know of instances where those servants stayed
with white families for decades. They eventually
became “part of the family”, however, they always
kept their distance!
When I grew up, lawlessness was not a major
problem in South Africa. As a schoolboy, I have
hitch-hiked all over the fruited plain – thousands of
miles – slept along the side of the road many
nights. And I never had any fear, except that some
adult would catch me smoking!
I grew up in a police-home, and I vividly
remember two Apartheid Laws and their harsh
implementation, like it happened yesterday. As a
boy of about fourteen, I once overheard one of my
father’s subordinate Police-sergeants telling him
about a young Black man in the “location” who
had his High School Diploma. He suggested that
this young man needed “to be taken care of”. The
very next day they brought him to the Police
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Charge Office, threw his “dompas” (pass-book) in
the garbage can, and exhibited a marijuana joint
they had planted in his coat pocket. He was framed
in broad daylight! I can still remember how I
wondered about how this man must have felt
toward Whites, and the raw hatred that would be
cultivated while serving an undeserved jail
sentence.
Since 1948, the Nationalist Government in South
Africa, enacted laws to define and enforce
segregation: Prohibition of Mixed Marriages Act,
Act no 55 of 1949 – This Law prohibited
marriages between White people and people of
other races.
Immortality Amendment Act, Act no 21 of 1950;
amended in 1957 (Act 23) – Prohibited adultery,
attempted adultery, or related immoral acts (extra-
marital sex) between White and Black people.
I can remember the national upset in Cape Town,
when a Dutch Reformed minister was caught with
his domestic servant–girl in his garage. Not long
after that, the media reported on a number of
farmers in the Orange Free State who committed
suicide one after the other over a period of a
number of weeks. It leaked out that a group of
them, after the local Hotel bar closed at 11 pm.,
stayed on and “had fun” with some of the Black
servant girls in the Hotel billiards room. The media
named the farmers by name. When South Africans
talked about the Immorality Act, they intended to
“keep the nation pure”. However, there was a

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secret White brotherhood code that said: “use
them, but don’t love them”. I know, because I was
there and, mine eyes have seen ….
In addition to the two laws I have already referred
to, there were a number of other “Apartheid
Laws”, which were primarily designed to
guarantee White domination in South Africa. Here
are some examples:

The Group Areas Act, Act no 41 of 1950

This Act was designed for physical separation
between races by creating different residential
areas for different races. This led to forced
removals of people living in undesired areas. In
plain language it meant the Whites would live in
palaces, and the Blacks in the shacks of the
“locations.”

The Reservation of Separate Amenities

Act, Act no 49 of 1953
This Act was designed to guarantee segregation in
all public buildings, and public transport with the
intent of eliminating direct contact between Whites
and other races. “Whites Only” and “Non-Whites
Only” are signs my own eyes have seen for many
years. By the way, in the International Hall at the
Atlanta Airport, you can see a collection of
“Whites Only” signs at the Martin Luther
Memorial Exhibition. Apparently the idea was not
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The Bantu Homelands Citizens Act of
1970
This law compelled all Black people to become a
citizen of the homeland that corresponded to their
ethnic group, regardless of whether they’d ever
lived there or not, and removed their South African
citizenship. This was perceived as a clever political
move that would guarantee White votes only!
I find it difficult to define the word “racist” in its
purest sense. However, if racism implies that you
view yourself as superior over someone else,
simply because of your fair skin color, I suppose
most White Afrikaners were born, “natural
racists”. White South Africans simply assumed that
they were superior and, I suppose in like manner, it
was just accepted by most Blacks that they were
inferior and, because of the way the dice fell,
became the White man’s slave. During the latter
part of the 70s, I was privileged to pursue graduate
studies at the Department of Education of the
University of Cape Town, in order to become a
qualified High School Psychologist. Drawing on
this background, I decided to engage in an
unbiased effort to find out if something in the New
South African Educational Initiative could hold the
answer to the riddle of the sudden surge in crime in
this fair land.
Sociologists and Criminologists are in agreement
that most of the perpetrators seem to be young
Black men between the ages of 16-26. With the
government regime change in early 1990, came a
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noticeable change in the history-curriculum in
South African Schools.
I can recall what the standard History resource
books covered when I grew up in South Africa,
and attended school from the 50s to the early 60s.
We studied the early “settlers”, with the prominent
date, April 6, 1652, when Jan van Riebeeck landed
at the Cape of Good Hope. Then we learned about
the chewing-tobacco-for-cattle trade, and other
transactions. Whatever the basic needs, it was
procured in swap-deals with the Hottentots or
Strandlopers. I can recall how we studied the
Great Trek, as the pioneers decided to explore the
land further north. Then the teacher explained the
different clashes between the White “Boers” or
settlers, and the indigenous Blacks, in particular
the Zulus.
When we look at what has been taught in the
history classroom in South African Schools since
the late 90s a totally different pattern unfolds.
People like President Nelson Mandela’s legacy
formed the hub around which the rest of modern
South African history would turn.
Here are some factors we need to consider in order
to make a fair and balanced psycho-socio analysis
of the crime problems so prevalent in the land:
Imagine yourself being a seven-year-old growing
up in a “location”, that special area outside most
towns where “people of color” live in rundown
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work as servants in White homes or do other work
as regular laborers.
What would your parents tell you when you ask
questions like, “Why may I not go to school with
the White children? Why do the White people live
in such nice homes, and we have to live here
without any running water or inside toilet? Why
may we not go to the “big church” on Sundays?
Why don’t the White children want to talk to us or
play with us? Why can we not eat in a restaurant
like the White people?”
How would YOU answer these questions? Well, I
have discovered that those Black parents had an
answer. The explanation most often offered was:
“The Whites are doing us a great injustice; they
have stolen our land, they are keeping us down,
they hate us, we provide cheap labor for them, they
are using and abusing us, but let’s hold out – very
soon we will take over.” This was the most
common way hope was instilled in the Black youth
of South Africa.
And then it happened! MADIBA! Nelson Mandela
is released after 27 years in prison, and a new day
has dawned! 1994! The “Struggle” is suddenly
over!
The immediate reaction of some of the Black
youth was a violent attack on and robbing of many
businesses and shops in Adderley Street, Cape
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I interpret this as a catharsis-event, where
expression was given to cropped-up feelings in
anticipation of a “New South Africa, where we
will be in charge.” Due to diplomacy and
partnership with President F.W. de Klerk, Mandela
succeeded in “bringing the nation together,” by
preaching tolerance and by making promises of
future bliss for Black South Africans. Better
homes, running water and electricity, were part of
the promise-package of the ANC, the “Party of the
Nation”
As the years rolled by, Black South Africans
became extremely conscious of their educational
handicap. They were determined to bridge the gap
and thousands began attending school with a new
vision and outlook on the future. Many South
African Universities experienced unprecedented
Black enrollment. New curricula were written for
schools, including a complete revision of South
African History. The “new” history books were
taught by “new” history teachers. The tables were
turned!

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 Chapter 4
Flee … The Beloved Country

In 1994 the ANC won the National elections by an

almost two-third majority. The first Black
President of South Africa was democratically
elected: President Nelson Mandela! Apartheid was
officially abolished, and consigned to the historical
trash-heap of yesteryear.

The Exodus (mass-emigration):

We now come to the most sensitive part of our
research.
Immediately after the ANC took over the
government of South Africa, they implemented a
policy of Affirmative Action – this was on top of
the list of “reform.” The immediate result was a
slowed-down economy. Mandela also abolished
the death penalty and “special rights” were given
to criminals! The results were devastating!
Whether a criminal today steals a cell phone from
someone and, as an afterthought, also kills that
person, he knows that he will only serve time and
not be killed! South Africa is regarded, with
runner-up Columbia, as the world’s number one
crime-country.
Most of the key positions of authority in South
Africa were now filled by non-Whites. Many of
these new appointees were simply incompetent and
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not qualified to hold these important positions.
This led to an almost total collapse of
governmental infrastructure.
The chants, “One Settler One Bullet” and “Kill the
Boer- Kill the Farmer”, were the platform upon
which the ANC rose to power in South Africa.
In South Africa, any murderer has a 50/50 chance
of getting away with it.
Because of the escalating crime rate and
diminishing standards of education, White
emigration soon reached catastrophic proportions,
and more than two million professionals have left
for the USA, Canada, England and especially
Australia and New Zealand! Apparently 85% of
White South Africans would emigrate immediately
if they had the qualifications or money that is
required by most “countries of refuge”.
It is becoming increasingly difficult to emigrate to
England, Australia, or the USA. However, many
are considering Namibia and Botswana as viable
choices.
Those who do not hold the qualifications to
leaving, fortified their homes with razor fences
and concrete surrounds.
A number of major corporations left South Africa,
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When I was growing up as a young boy, I was
given a copy of the classic book, Cry, the Beloved
Country, by Alan Paton.
I recently read a filed Newspaper article with a
long letter from his widow, Anne Paton, who
decided to immigrate to England. In this letter she
stated with great regret, that she was leaving South
Africa after 35 years. She referred to the book her
husband wrote more than sixty years ago, and that
it has sold over fifteen million copies.
The theme of the book brought to International
attention the suffering of the Blacks under
apartheid rule.
Alan Paton was a prominent lobbyist in the plea
for Nelson Mandela’s release from prison, and he
dreamt about a New South Africa. He died in 1988
at age 85.
Anne Paton mentioned some of the reasons for her
return to England: she didn’t like the idea of panic
buttons, she couldn’t drive with her car windows
down or stop unafraid at a red light. Apparently,
she personally knew of nine friends who had been
murdered. She referred to the saying, “Don’t fire
the gardener, because he could come back later!”
Then she mentions her own, personal experiences:
she had been hijacked, mugged and terrorized! Her
car and other household items were stolen after she
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Anne Paton said something that caught my eye in a
special way. She referred to some friends who said
to her, “You are lucky that you have not been raped
or murdered!” And then she poses the question:
“What kind of society is this where one is
considered lucky not to have been raped or
murdered ….yet?”
The last attack on Anne was made just a few weeks
prior to her departure. One afternoon she noticed
two men who were breaking into her property. She
pushed the alarm button, and the sirens went off.
However, the frightening part was when she
observed them continuing right on, in broad
daylight …… sirens blaring. Apparently they knew
it would take quite a while for help to turn up, so
they ransacked her home. One was caught, but
when Anne later called the Magistrate’s office to
hear when she had to appear as a witness, she was
told that the perpetrator was let off, “because of
lack of evidence.” The article also points out that it
is not just black-on-white crime, but lawlessness
in general. In her opinion, Blacks actually suffer
more than Whites, because they are the victims of
most of the crime. And they are too poor and
uneducated to emigrate.
Anne Paton left for England with still a tender
feeling of compassion in her heart for the Black
people of South Africa. She referred to the well-
intended Bantu Education Act, which, regardless
of Dr. Verwoerd’s original intent, became a
deliberate plot to offer Black people an inferior
education, after his death. How sad that the crime
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situation in South Africa forced such a loyal citizen
out of the Beloved Country! (Resource: London
Sunday Times, dispatches, November 29, 1998)
In an Open Letter to ninety year-old Nelson
Mandela, the acclaimed writer, Breyten
Breytenbach, said that when people ask him for
advice on whether to stay or leave South Africa,
his advice is that they should leave the country.
Apparently, Breyten himself said his last good-
byes to the country of his birth.

Resolution to the Riddle

Whenever I am on vacation in South Africa, one of
my favorite excursions is to drive around Cape
Town’s famous Cape Point. The first stop after
passing by the upscale beaches of Clifton would be
a Café on the Beach in Hout Bay. This Café is
famous for its “fish and chips”, sprinkled with salt
and vinegar, and usually wrapped in The Cape
Argus newspaper of the previous day.
With my most recent visit, I opted to have my “fish
and chips” on a plate to enjoy on the porch
overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. I had no sooner
taken the first bite of the catch of the day, when I
was approached by a middle-aged Cape Colored
man, asking me for a hand out! I realized that even
at 11 am in the morning, he had already taken “a
walk through the vineyard”. The Cape Coloreds
are some of my favorite people. They are known to
be always very colorful, flamboyant and
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I was in a happy mood and gave him R20 …
which, of course, to him was an incredible gift. To
me it was little more than a U.S. dollar. My donee
was very talkative and thanked me profusely.
Being one who loves to make conversation myself,
I decided to direct our chat into something
meaningful. I said to my friend, “I have just been
to Transvaal(Gauteng) where there are a lot of
crime and killings. How are things here in the
Cape?” His answer came quickly, “It is the same
thing here in the Cape, every year, is gets worse. It
is because Zuma buggered up everything.” My
next question was, “So, what do you think can be
done to stop the crime?” His answer was ready,
“The only way they can stop this madness is to do
what the Arabs do to criminals. For murder and
rape, the death penalty must be brought back. Give
them a choice, the needle or the rope. If they do
this, the rapes and murders will stop right away!”
Then my Colored friend waved me good bye, but
as if he wanted to complete his speech, he shouted
one more thing. “For stealing, they need to cut off
a hand or a foot in public.”
A number of bystanders overheard his last
remarks, and some actually nodded their heads in
affirmation. This may be a rather radical
proposition to end the atrocities of South Africa,
but it is certainly something to think about. The
advice came from a source you would hardly
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There are two areas in which reconciliation must
come between Black and White South Africans:
the spiritual level as well as the political one. Most
White South Africans have deep spiritual roots,
and most prescribe to the Catholic or Christian-
Protestant faiths. At the very base of their Christian
belief is the attribute called PEACE. That is one of
the central teachings of Christianity: live in peace
with one another.
I have read somewhere about the suggestion of
Barbara Botha, widow of the late President P. W.
Botha, “There is only one answer if the Afrikaner
is to survive – we have to pray South Africa back
to God” (source: WorldNetDaily, art. iD 39450).
I believe the churches have the answer to the
Spiritual question.
It can be resolved: Young, Black preachers, need to
preach to young Black people! Peace is in the
genes of both Black and White, but those dead
bones need to be made alive again! Christians refer
to this as REVIVAL.
What we sometimes overlook, is that the Blacks of
South Africa are inherently a peace-loving Nation.
Parents raise their children with tender love and try
to instill in them a great moral code of conduct.
They also promote peace and love among
themselves. If you talk to White South African
farmers, most of them will attest to the fact the
“older” Blacks are peace loving and loyal people.
Many of these White farmers are extremely loyal
to the older farm workers and visa versa.
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Like with most societies, there will always be
crime and hatred among some “within the house.”
That’s part of nature and human existence. The
same can be said for the Blacks of South Africa.
Within the “nation”, there are a number of
TRIBES and each tribe has its own unique set of
convictions and ideologies. It is reasonable that
there will be friction among those tribes.
I am convinced that there is a spiritual ray of light
for South Africa – when White men and Black men
lay their desire for power and wealth in the dust,
and fix their eyes on the only One who can
guarantee everlasting peace.
To me, personally, some of the most moving
experiences are what I call “forgiveness-events”.
These are acts human beings participate in,
motivated by a Higher Power than themselves.
Just recently, I read about a White Boer of Pretoria,
who came home to find his wife being gang-raped
and brutally murdered. The very next day, he was
told that the three perpetrators were captured and
that they all confessed to the crimes. When the
devastated husband was interviewed, the first
words that came over his lips were, “I have
forgiven them, because God has forgiven my sins.
If I am not willing to forgive, I cannot expect to be
forgiven.” Incredible! A White South African
forgives three Black South Africans.
One of the most memorable “forgiveness-events”
was observed during a hearing by the Truth and
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Reconciliation Commission (TRC). A seventy year
-old Black woman had just heard the confession of
a former White security policeman from opposite
her bench, who was implicated in the murder of
both her husband and son. He had shot her son at
her home at point-blank range, and then burned the
young man’s body on a woodpile, while he and his
colleagues looked on. A few years later, this same
officer returned, to take away her husband. Two
years went by and then they came for her. They
took her down to the riverside where her husband
was shown to her – all beaten up and bruised, lying
on a pile of wood. The last words he uttered as
they poured gasoline over him and set him aflame
were, “Father, forgive them!”
And this older woman was now standing in the
courtroom, listening to the confession of the
murderer of both her husband and son. One of the
Commission-members addressed her with the
question, “What do you want? How should this
man be judged and punished?” What would you
have said? “Take him to the gallows? Hang him?”
The courtroom was quiet. Everyone waited for the
verdict. Then she spoke softly and said, “I want
three things. I first want to be taken to the place
where my husband’s body was burnt so I can
gather up the dust.” Then she continued, “My
husband and son were my only family. Secondly, I
want this policeman to become my son. I would
like him to come to my house twice a month and
spend a day with me, so that I can pour out the
love I had for my husband and son on him.”
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And then she said, “I would like this man to know
that I offer him my forgiveness because Jesus has
forgiven me. That was the wish of my husband,
and thirdly I would like someone to take me across
the courtroom, so that I can take this man in my
arms, embrace him and let him know that he is
truly forgiven.”
As they led this Christian saint to the other side of
the courtroom, the policeman, overwhelmed with
what he had just heard, fainted. And then it
happened! All of the other famies and victims of
years of oppression and injustice began to sing
softly, “Amazing Grace, How sweet the Sound,
That saved a Wretch like me.”
A Black woman with a heart full of grace and
forgiveness for a White man! Could it be, could it
just be, that the real Resolution to the Riddle of
South Africa, can be in a mass-forgiveness-event?
I believe it is a realistic and achievable option. But
then all South Africans, Black and White, must
stand united in the knowledge that we are All sons
and daughters of God, the One Who can not only
mend broken hearts, but Who can set ALL the
captives FREE!

The Heart of the Riddle

Something happened that caused this rift that
exists between Black and White. What could it be?
Very simple! The Blacks still believe that they
were the first occupiers of the North and other
areas in South Africa, and perceive the White

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Boers as enemies who were constantly trying to
force them off the land they believe legitimately
belongs to them. So they began to distrust and hate
the Whites. These facts are now recorded in the
“New History Books”, taught to, and assimilated
by a new generation of Blacks. Justified?.... … you
decide. They retaliated by defending what they
believed was their property, and in the process
hatred turned to murder and the idea of White Race
Extinction was born. Does the background surprise
you? It’s very realistic and it makes sense at least
to me! It is still the same sentiment TODAY.
The Government has formed The TRC-Truth and
Reconciliation Committee, with the official
ongoing objective investigating atrocities,
committed by BOTH the ANC and the right-wing
White government, during the apartheid era of
1948-1994. Amnesty is granted to most that will
come clean and confess their guilt. One fact clearly
emerged during these trials: BOTH Whites and
Blacks were guilty of torture, killings and other
atrocities. The late President P. W. Botha
maintained his innocence until his death. ex-wife
of Nelson Mandela, Winnie, also has kept a safe
distance from the TRC.
Most of the White crimes consisted of
“questionable methods” used by the South African
security and intelligence officers. These mostly
concerned methods used during interrogation of
“people of suspect”, such as the implementation of
wires connected to 12-volt car batteries and the
victim’s testicles.
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One of the most “infamous” crimes committed by
the ANC was the practice of “necklacing”, when a
gasoline-filled car-tire, would be stuck around the
shoulders of a victim and set ablaze!
The facts cannot be changed. The main question
now remains:
“How can we overcome and bring some mutually
accepted normalcy to the present situation?”
It is no secret that the South African system of
jurisprudence has adopted a return to the
conventional tribal system and away from the
Western model. I believe the decision by the
generation X Blacks of South Africa is irrevocable.
They want South Africa for Black South Africans!
There are only about 4.5 million White South
Africans left because about 2.5 million have
emigrated since the ANC took over the
government in 1994.
Many books have been written about the atrocities
and the prevailing slaughter of Whites at the
present time. Most of the authors have basically
tried to paint as somber, yet truthful a picture as
possible in order to gain the attention of those who
sympathized with the previous “Struggle”. It is
difficult to over-exaggerate the cold-blooded, daily
killings of Whites and Blacks in South Africa. Any
person with access to the Internet can read the
South African morning papers. Of course , killings
are so much part of daily living, that only the more
gross attacks might be reported.
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It is not my goal to simply repeat what has already
been said numerous times before. I must assume
that the “outside world” will continue to turn a
deaf ear and pretend that all is well in South
Africa. So, a resolution to the riddle must come
from within. South Africa’s problems must be
solved by South Africans.
During my most recent visit to South Africa, I
decided to take a drive through Memory-lane, like
I do every time I visit South Africa. At the Cape
Town airport, I rented a car, and the next morning I
took the famed and beautiful Route 62. I visited
George and drove past the South African Police
headquarters where my father for many years
served as Commander. I saw the Municipal
Buildings where he served as a Council member,
and then I visited the cemetery for the last
goodbye. In fact, I was born in this town on
September 5, 1943!
I then continued on the road through the apple
farms of the Longkloof-region to the postcard-
pretty town of Joubertina. After I visited my
mother’s grave, I drove past the McLachlan High
School, and noticed that the outside restrooms
where naughty boys caught a quick smoke during
the 11 am break were still in tact.
At the big Dutch Reformed Church, I parked the
rental under the old pine trees, and decided to walk
down the hill to see if the Café, I visited so many
times on Wednesday afternoons with my High
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still there! And it was! Not much has changed. I
went in and suddenly forgot what I wanted to buy.
Then I remembered that we used to smoke Texan
cigarettes in High School. We would say: “Smoke
Texan, and cough like a real cowboy!” They still
sold that brand, so I asked for a packet and a box
of matches.
I quit smoking many years ago, but I always
enjoyed the particular smell of the tobacco Texan
was made of. I opened the pack, took out a
cigarette, smelled it, and the memory was there! I
almost lit it up! Just when I decided to throw the
packet of cigarettes in the trashcan, I noticed an
old madala (older Black man), probably in his
eighties. I walked towards him and asked him if he
smoked. “Only sometimes, it is too expensive
these days”, he said. As I handed him the packet
with the matches, I jokingly said: “I thought Zuma
said every one would be OK very soon!” Then he
answered: “Ag, Zuma talked B.S.!” As I waved
him goodbye, he said one more thing. “We should
still have had oubaas (Old-boss) Verwoerd.” He
was referring to Dr. Hendrik F. Verwoerd, still
regarded by many Black, White and Colored
alike, as the best leader and Prime Minister South
Africa ever had.
I would like to offer the following observations for
specific consideration by bona fide South Africans:
Regardless of how the Political-dialogue might
progress, regardless of whether a general
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question of land ownership will be the major bone
of contention to deal with. The stark reality is this:
Black South Africans believe that there are some
parts of South Africa that belong to them, because
they were the “first occupiers”. It is their land. The
only part of South Africa that could perhaps belong
to the White “Settlers” would be the Western Cape.
One thing must be remembered in any negotiation-
effort: The Blacks will not give their Heritage
away!
Pardon the cold facts, but, regardless of how
sentimental you might feel about the family-farm
you inherited, the longer the Whites continue to
possess and try to govern in areas regarded by the
Blacks as theirs, the more members of the White
race will die! I believe that eventually, every single
White who lives on farms or other property the
Blacks are claiming as theirs, will be killed! The
killing mill of White Race Extinction started to
turn in 1994, and the wheel is turning faster and
faster by the day. There is nothing you can do
about it, because you are part of the White
Minority Race!
First of all, accept reality and quit living in a world
of denial and make-belief. The fact is that the
Blacks want the Whites out of their territories,
regardless of how much you enjoy that luxury
home in the upscale Pretoria suburb! The
skyscrapers of Johannesburg and those artificial
mountains of gold-containing-ore were mostly
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want to claim back what was taken from them, and
no one can change that philosophy! May I ask you
some direct questions?
Are you living in denial? Do you read the
Newspapers? When last did you “take stock” of all
your friends and family? Missing any of them?
You must come to the point where you actually
believe those people were killed for a reason. They
were living on “verboden terrain”! The Whites
have lost control ….PERMANENTLY! You are
being perceived as an intruder, a “settler” and a
thief. Your predecessors apparently took property
that did not belong to them. Please remember that
once you and your family are killed, it will be too
late to ask for another chance, or to say, “Now
we’ll leave the country!”
The cold fact is that if the thousands of farmers
who were killed had left their farms before they
were killed, they would still be alive today!
Elementary, but true!
It was socio-economic situations that created this
present, unnatural state of affairs. So we need to
discover the Solution to the Riddle of how we can
balance the geographic – economic situation.
My answer to the very difficult Socio-Political
dilemma was proposed by the Black Madala,
whom I gave the packet of cigarettes to.
Remember what he said? He referred to Prime
Minister Hendrik F. Verwoerd. I was amazed when
I researched this incredible political icon of
yesteryear, to see if I could find any secrets or
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answers to the political difficulties South Africans
face, even in 2022. Come with me on the last mile
of our journey and let’s see if we can solve the
riddle together, for good!
Unless you come to grips with this stark reality,
you will find it difficult to understand the answer
or resolution to the riddle. Why? Because, believe
it or not, the answer lies in the one concept most of
the world despises: APARTHEID! Yes, on one
condition: the concept must be defined in the terms
it was promulgated by the greatest White leader
South Africa had ever known: Dr. Hendrik F.
Verwoerd!
What could be considered as a “last ditch effort”,
would be to apply the principles of Separate
Development to the present situation! Of course,
the idea of separate, smaller homelands belongs to
yesterday, and cannot be revived. For practical and
logistical purposes, there are only two significant
ethnic groups in South Africa today: Black and
White (most of the off-colored such as the Cape
Coloreds, Indians, etc., can perhaps be classified
under Whites – for the purpose of the rest of our
discussion).
It is well-known that the Zulus, Xhosas and other
Black tribes are claiming all land, North and East,
of the Western Cape as theirs. By the way; there is
more than enough space in the Cape for the 4.5
million Whites now still surviving in South Africa,
and for 2 million plus expatriates waiting for the
tide to change, and when the “Cape is Hollands

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again” many will gladly consider the option to
return to the “Fairest Cape of All”.
Allow me to introduce you to Prime Minister
Hendrik F. Verwoerd. Dr. Verwoerd was one of the
most popular political leaders who ever graced the
South African political arena. He was loved and
admired by many inside the racial spectrum, and
always regarded Black development as a high
priority.
Some critics have labeled Verwoerd, “Chief
Architect of Apartheid”. However, this could be
debated, because the early beginnings of Apartheid
can be traced back to the time when the British
instituted the Colonial Pass-Laws in the Cape
Colony. Prime Minister D. F. Malan, in 1948, was
perhaps the first to implement Apartheid as a “rule
of life” in South Africa.
Dr. H. F. Verwoerd came to South Africa at age
two, when his parents emigrated from Holland. He
moved with his parents, from South Africa to
Rhodesia and back, and earned Master and
Doctorate degrees in Psychology at the University
of Stellenbosch in the early 1920s. Afterward,
Verwoerd visited a number of Universities in
Germany. He also studied in England and then the
United States, where he focused on the American
idea of “separate but equal” development.
By 1950, Dr. H. F. Verwoerd was building a
powerful reputation and following in the South
African political arena. He was then Minister of
Native Affairs. It was during this time when he
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began to refine or modernize the concept of
Apartheid or Separate Development.
Dr. Verwoerd played a pivotal role in the idea of
independent “Homelands”. It became apparent that
he discovered the blueprint for this policy while he
was studying in the Unites States! It was
embedded in the US Indian Removal Reservation
plan! A serious student of history will discover that
the Americans were the first “practitioners” of
Apartheid. The record stands: only after much
bloodshed and many racial wars, was a peaceful
settlement worked out, and today there are over
300 sprawling Indian Reservations (another name
for Homelands!) all over the United States! Who
would ever think that the architect of South
African Apartheid discovered the blueprints …
“made in the USA”
During my intensive research of Prime Minister
Verwoerd, I could not find any trace that he
intended to discriminate against Black people. He
had a sincere desire to help the different tribes and
races to develop inside their own culture, in their
own, independent homelands. Verwoerd wanted to
protect the individual cultures within a complex
system of plurality.
A classic example of cross-cultural problems was
noted when young Blacks were lured from their
tribal kraals (Homelands) to work in the goldmines
on the Reef. When these young men went back
after some months of hard labor, they many times
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sunglasses, a boom-box on the shoulder, a knife
and fork to eat with, etc. These Western-items
caused many problems and became a threat to the
established tribal culture and lifestyle.
It must be noted that Verwoerd’s goal was clearly
not to suppress the development of non-Whites,
but to raise all living standards across the board.
He increased, for instance, the minimum wages for
all races.
In Dr. Verwoerd’s mind, the concept of Apartheid
was interpreted as a concept of kindness and love:
the idea of offering all the peoples of South Africa
an opportunity to develop APART from the
cultural encroachment of other ethnic groups. This
concept was eventually distorted and changed into
a hateful system of forced separate existence. The
original idea of Homelands was not simply to
separate Blacks and Whites; the word is
Homelands, plural. This concept would cater to
ALL of the many Black tribes, like Zulus, Xhosas,
Matabele, Basotho, Venda, etc.
Among these tribes are tremendous differences,
not only on cultural fronts, but also ideologically.
Each tribe is equally proud. Why must the
President be a Xhosa and not a Zulu? Try and
figure out how to bring harmony among all of
these different tribal groups! Verwoerd envisioned
the seemingly impossible! Can you share his
vision?
After 1958, when Dr. Hendrik F. Verwoerd was
elected Prime Minister of South Africa, a number
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of “good laws” were established on his watch, for
example; The Promotion of Bantu Self-
Government act (1959), Bantu Investment
Corporation Act (1959), The Extension of
University Education Act (1959). These laws were
all enacted to benefit Black South Africans.
On April 9, 1960 Dr. Verwoerd survived his first
assassination attack, when 52 year-old farmer,
David Pratt, shot him twice in the face. Some of
the top South African surgeons saved his life, and
after two months he was back in office! However,
on September 6, 1966 he was assassinated in the
House of Assembly, by Dimitri Tsafendas, a
parliamentary messenger of foreign descent. Dr.
Verwoerd was stabbed four times in the chest . He
was rushed to Groote Schuur Hospital and
pronounced dead on arrival.
It is understandable that Verwoerd’s own Afrikaner
people were paramount in his mind as many of the
Acts and Laws were developed for proper identity
with the European Boer ancestry. However, he
believed that in South Africa’s multi-racial
environment, the only way harmony between the
races could be maintained, would be if they could
all be allowed to develop separately.
I believe that Dr. Verwoerd’s view was totally
correct. He wanted to fairly provide each group
with its own territory or “homeland” where they
could live peacefully and develop at their own
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Something to keep in mind is, that Dr. Verwoerd
had no “political ax to grind”, because he was born
in the Netherlands. He was a Christian and it
seems that he sincerely wanted Black people to
experience self-rule in their own, free countries.

Flee the Beloved Country Alternative:

The Western Cape area is roughly the size of
England, with around 7 million inhabitants.
Thousands of citizens have recently started a
movement that insists that the West-Cape should
break away from South Africa in order to become
an Independent Country, within a Country!
Some have suggested that this “new country”
should be named, “The Cape of Good Hope!”
An independent, non-political movement, CAPEXIT,
is dedicated to this project, and is in the process of
procuring the support of the 1.6 million citizens
needed for a referendum on whether this proposed
break-away could become a reality and history.
CAPEXIT recently observed, “The current
'democratic' S.A. is one where rape has
classifications, where murderers get bail, where the
accused have more rights than the victim …add to
this the violent strikes, where police are ‘standing
by’ and not reacting, the blatant encouraging of
farm murders by very prominent people, and you
sure have a recipe for self-destruction.” They
further state, “And the Cape will be freed from
chronic corruption, incompetence obsession with
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2021). Will it happen? Only time will tell!

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 Chapter 5
From Prison to Pulpit to You

When I was in High School, I was more interested

in rugby and athletics and pretty girls than religion.
But then something happened in 10th grade, that
would eventually change my world forever.
There was a girl, Yvonne, who was not only
stunningly beautiful, but also very smart. In fact,
she was the High School Valedictorian. She soon
became my fantasy goddess, but none of the
shock-jocks dared to try and get a date with this
Christian girl … she was untouchable!
Then a miracle happened! My mother passed away
from cancer when she was only 43 years old, in
1959. After a couple of weeks, one Saturday
afternoon, there was a knock at our front door.
When my father opened the door, there were two
Christians (husband and wife), doing their
“missionary work”. The lady had a bowl of soup in
her hands and offered it to my father, which he
gladly accepted. My grandmother lived with us at
the time, and my father asked her if she could
warm up the soup for us all to enjoy.
Those two farm-people befriended my father and
often invited us to their farm to visit. One Saturday
evening, I was invited to their church for what they
called, “games-evening”, when they played games
like “musical spoon”, etc.
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Of course, I was not much interested in silly
games, but more interested in the good-looking
daughters of Zion. And there she was! We started
dating and she did her best to introduce me to the
“truth”. I just agreed with everything she said,
religion-wise.
After high school, Yvonne went to College for
teacher-training, and I went off to Police-College
in Pretoria, for a year of basic training. One of the
first letters I received was from Yvonne, who
suggested that we end our relationship, because
“you smoke and I think you also drink beer!” I
wrote her back that she was a little late, I’ve got
her number and we will get together very soon.
Long story short, I finished my SAP training and
was drafted for a government position I am not at
liberty to discuss. But, we got married, and started
out in a life that was unimaginable and with many
many miracles. Even though I pretended to be a
Christian, I was not. Now watch how God went to
work in my life.

The Rebirth of a Racist

I was raised with the idea that White people were
superior to Black and Colored people. I didn’t need
any philosophical reasoning to be convinced,
because every-day-life proved that assumption to
be true. Many White South Africans of my
generation were born racist, even if we had not
much personal say in the matter. We were literally
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even more indoctrinated by their parents – a
vicious cycle. Unstoppable! Of course, we were
never verbally told about “us” versus “them”, but
actions spoke louder than words. You would
probably be a racist yourself, if you were raised the
way we were!
And then, we were taught about how the British
treated our great-grandmothers in the
concentration camps. That evoked in us strong
feelings of animosity and dislike toward the
English.
However, the perception we had about the British,
proved to be a lesser problem than the White-
Black situation.
The interesting question is, how did I ever become
a non-racist? For this, you’ll have to come with me
to Swaziland! Without getting into government-
political details, I had to leave South Africa in the
late 60s to trace and find someone who fled to
Swaziland because of some criminal involvement.
To make a long story short, I was arrested by the
Swazi-intelligence agents and interrogated.
Because of certain restraints, I could not divulge
the information they wanted, so the decision was
made to throw me in jail – to meditate until I
should decide to talk to them one day – (today I
am no longer so tough, you can just pinch me and
I’ll tell you everything you want to know!)
A warden escorted me to the main jail cell – it was
more like a hall with about fifty or more inmates.
Then … the shock of my life! They were all Black!
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And they were all staring at Whitey, and it looked
like some were licking their lips! I was in tight
spots in my life before, but I honestly thought this
would be my last night on Earth!
I entered that jail as a born and sworn racist, but
two weeks later, I left that hell-hole as a non-racist!
The first thing that happened was, they gave me a
grand-tour of the facility. I was assigned a metal-
framed bed with a funny mattress and two
blankets. They pointed out a hole in the floor, with
a gazillion flies around it, and said, “This is the
toilet”. I asked them where the showers were, and
the answer was, “this is called jail, not Holiday
Inn”.
During the two weeks I spent there, I built strong
relationships with most of the Black inmates. One
thing I discovered, was that everyone was
“innocent”! But I’ve learned about their heritage,
culture, music, poetry, etc. and something inside of
me started to change. We were all in the same boat,
all in jail. The same color blood, only different
skin colors. And they spoke to me kindly and
without any inkling of hatred or animosity. One
even cleaned my shoes!
My mother passed away when I was a teenager,
but I always practiced one special habit she
instilled in me. She taught me to always pack my
Bible whenever I would go on vacation, or travel.
This habit stuck with me through the years – even
though I did not really read much of it – more like
a lucky charm. So what do you think was in my
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suitcase in Swaziland? Yes! I requested permission
from the Head Warden to get my Bible and a ball-
point pen.
The Head Warden looked at my file and shook his
head. “No special privileges for you.” he said. And
then he commented, “That’s a nice blazer you are
wearing, and I notice that you are a Natal Rally
Driver?” (I happened to win the Tour Natal Car
Rally in my particular class a few years before, and
had this blazer with a car steering wheel-badge,
and the word “Natal” imprinted underneath it). I
immediately seized the opportunity and said, “I
would like to give it to you as a gift,” while
passing it on to him. The warden tried the jacket
on, and it fitted him perfectly. “OK”, he said. “This
is the deal, I get the blazer, and you get the Bible
and a ball-point pen.” The deal was clinched! And
I know today that bribing works every-where, from
U.S. politics to a Swaziland jail-house!
So, permission was granted, and I began reading. I
know you can read through the entire Bible in two
weeks, because that’s what I did. And I underlined
just about every second line as I went along. God
had put me in a position where I could read the
Bible to find out what it really says. As I was
reading the Bible and came to

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world,

that He gave His only begotten Son, that
whosover believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life”

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I was mysteriously drawn by God. The Holy Spirit
brought conviction to me, and I accepted this
invitation of the Father. I was being born again in
jail! Those brick walls could not keep away the
penetrating love of the Savior. Passages like 1
Corinthians 15:3,4 touched me deeply.

“For I delivered unto you first of all that

which I also received, how that Christ died
for our sins according to the scriptures;

And that he was buried and that he rose

again the third day according to the
scriptures.”

Reading Philippians 1:6,

“Being confident of this very thing, that he

which hath begun a good work in you will
perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:”
reminded me of how my mother, when she was
still healthy, would tell us 3 children some of the
Bible Stories. She told us about Samson, Adam
and Eve, and Noah and the Ark, and Jesus who
was crucified and died in our stead. She was
instrumental in “beginning a good work in me”,
and the little seed she planted, now sprouted!
Isn’t the Love of Jesus something wonderful!
I often think back to some of those mountains God
helped me to climb and the valleys He brought me
through. Sometimes I tend to forget, and then I am
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reminded of a song Dottie Rambo had written a
long time ago. “Remind me Dear Lord”, has a
verse that says, “Roll back the curtain of memory
now and then, Show me where you brought me
from and where I could have been”. And I bow
down my head and say Holy, Holy, LORD God
Almighty. Thank You for saving a sinner like me
… When my name came up to die on the Cross,
Jesus took my place …. and yours!
In the meantime I wrote a petition to the King of
the Swazis. After about two weeks the miracle
happened, and I was turned over to the South
African Government agents. I was soon reunited
with my wife, who had no idea what had
happened to me. At that time, I was scheduled to
begin classes for the B. Juris degree at the
University of Port Elizabeth. I had previously
decided to become an attorney. However, while I
was in Swaziland, something happened that would
change the rest of my life forever. While there, I
promised the Lord that, if He helped me to get
back to South Africa, I would give the rest of my
life to Him and for His service. I intended to keep
my word, and so instead of going to Law School, I
commenced my training in Theology and prepared
for the Ministry … From that time on, I also had a
different perspective in my attitude toward Black
people. I had learned to love and respect them.
Just before I left Swaziland, I opened my Bible to
see if I could quickly find “a word from the Lord”,
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 2 Timothy 4:2, 5 –“ Preach the word; be
instant in season, out of season; reprove,
rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and
doctrine.

But watch thou in all things, endure

afflictions, do the work of an evangelist,
make full proof of the ministry.”
And so began a brand-new adventure in the life of
Yvonne and me. Watch what God had done …….
After my Swaziland experience and re-uniting with
Yvonne, we entered the next stage of our life
together. I started my Theological studies at a
Bible College, and also attended the University of
Cape Town. I continued my studies in the United
States and attended a number of institutions, from
Dallas, Texas, to Trinity College, Seminary
Division and Alma Mater of Dr. Billy Graham ( I
had the privilege to meet, years later). In the
meantime the Lord entrusted us with 4 incredible
children, all involved in the Medical Professions
today.

Fast forward:
Over the years I had the honor of conducting
Evangelistic Crusades and Seminars in South
Africa, England, Romania and all over the United
States fruited plain. I witnessed more than 4,000
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as their Lord and Savior and be baptized! Indeed,
the miracle of Prison to Pulpit. What a God!
And now from Pulpit to YOU:
Atheists have no room for miracles, but Christians
have. I have seen miracles and experienced the
love of God myself. Of all the miracles, the
wonder of it all, is the wonder that God loves you
and me, and He will never cast us out.

John 6:37 –“ …… and him that cometh to

me I will in no wise cast out.”

God’s Two Special Gifts to You and

Your Family:
God made provision for our salvation before the
creation of this world.

2 Timothy 1:9 – “He hath saved us, and

called us with an holy calling, not according
to our works, but according to his own
purpose and grace, which was given us in
Christ Jesus before the world began.”
Yes, God loves YOU personally and has a special
promise for you and your family. Here it is:

Ephesians 2:8,9 – “ For by grace are ye

saved through faith; and that not of
yourselves; it is the gift of God:

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 Not of works, lest any man should boast”
The Bible tells us here that, by the grace of God,
we ARE already saved. This is written in the Greek
perfect, passive tense. WE HAVE BEEN SAVED!
And this gift of salvation is free! “it is the gift of
God”

1 John 5:13 – “These things have I written

unto you that believe on the name of the
Son of God; that ye may know that ye have
eternal life, and that ye may believe on the
name of the Son of God.”
In this verse God ASSURES us, that we may know
for sure that we HAVE eternal life! Right now!
So, the first gift of God is the gift of salvation
and everlasting life.
The second gift is found in the same v. 8 of
Ephesians 2, and it refers to that very special
instrument we need to accept this incredible
promise. It is called FAITH! “…….saved through
faith.” Now, notice as we read together in Romans
12:3,

“…..But to think soberly according as God

hath dealt to every man the measure of
faith.”
God has built something into our minds or psyche,
that helps us BELIEVE. As the sinner listens to the
gospel, or reads what you are reading now,
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something incredible happens. It is almost like a
light bulb that is switched on. The moment the
sinner hears the sweet message of redemption (the
gospel), the ever-present Holy Spirit of God,
confirms to you that what you have just heard is
the TRUTH, and then through faith seals the
message on you heart and mind! I trust we are all
in agreement and with grateful hearts accept both
of these two incredible gifts from the heart of God
the Father.
If you have not yet made a commitment to accept
Jesus as your Savior and Lord, I want to invite you
to do it right now, as you pray this little prayer
with me:

Father God in Heaven, I have heard about

your invitation to eternal life, which I
accept by faith at this very moment. I
repent of my sins and desire to be filled
with Your Holy Spirit. I thank You that
Jesus died in my place on the Cross. Please
come into my life and help me to live the
rest of my life for You. I want to Lift Him
up as Risen Savior. In Jesus name, Amen!

Question:
How may I know for SURE that I am Saved?
Answer:

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You may know for sure because of the correct
CHOICE you have made and because you take
God at His Word. You will not experience some
weird “feeling”, but a calmness of full assurance
will come over you. You experienced the “mystery
of salvation”, when you were SEALED by the
Holy Spirit of God, and, in a mysterious way, by
FAITH, you are 100% convinced that you ARE
SAVED!

Ephesians 4:30, “And grieve not the Holy

Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto
the day of redemption.”
Looking forward to meeting you when Jesus
comes again.
Your personal friend,
Pieter Barkhuizen, Chattanooga, TN
2022

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