Thursday, September 8, 2011

You've been Darren'd

The now infamous story of hoe celebrity broadcaster Darren Scott called someone a kaffir and the entire South African online world goes into Day of Judgment mode.

First things first, never let it be said that there is an abundance of content or topics of discussion online. The story broke yesterday after I read Marc Forest's blog. This morning, Twitter is abuzz with "K-word" rhetoric. Now before some douchey macdouchebag says that I am justifying Darren Scott's used of the word kaffir, let me just say fuck you, I'm not. But it seems to be fashionable, on Twitter anyway for people to not so much discuss difference as it is to gang up around your cause. So basically we have 2 major camps, people who think he committed a heinous crime against humanity and refer to it as "the K-word" and the others who feel that everyone should just get over it because he was grumpy, and had imbibed alcohol.

How this group of sucktarded specimens made it to an Internet connection without supervision is beyond me.
Let me deal with the first group.
So Darren Scott called a person a kaffir. Was he right? No. Should you opinion matter? No. Why? Because in the grand scheme of things in South Africa, calling someone a kaffir is not half as much a sin as the fact that we allow people to live in conditions not fit for animals. But there is no righteous indignation then. This is the equivalent changing the street's name and saying we've erased apartheid. Kaffir is a horrible word (you're probably wondering why I choose to use it instead of saying K-word) and its meaning is more than just non-believer, it came to embody one groups hatred for another based purely on skin colour, it represents the image created of black people by whites looking to subjugate.
But that word is not apartheid. It is merely a product of it. Having people say that the word should not exist at all and if it does that you need therapy is another sign of the head in the sand approach we've adopted. We lived gated communities, security boobs and check in point. We have panic buttons and we travel overseas. Damn life is good in post apartheid South Africa - but for a minority.
Where is all this righteous indignation when it comes to other symbols of our past that were used to subjugate and alienate?

Now for the people who say he was only drunk. Darren, as his hairline and wrinkles will prove, is not 12. Anyone that chooses to have a drink and then gets upsets and blames the liquor is a fucking moron. If you can't handle your liquor then he shouldn't drink. I know the situation was quite emotionally charged but, he isn't 12. The PR people need to fuck off from this situation and Darren Scott needs to be left to simmer for a few months. And then we should all move on.
Why? Because words like Bushy, Koolie, Kaffir and whatever else we've been called needs to die. It needs to lose its value because we are past being those people who could have been hurt, who were trained to believe that we were any less because of the colour of our skins. Not because some alleged white liberal says we should because "surely by now you people have gotten over it." But because as South Africans who've been through it all we owe it to ourselves to remove the power of these words so people like Darren will have to dig deeper the next time they feel like throwing an insult.

Off course I could be wrong. I mean what do I know. I still use the word kaffir. The reason why? Because calling it the k-word is just as good and the word is just a word, people need to know it, not pretend it doesn't exist or feel guilty repeating it. The intention is what counts. Not the pretend it doesn't exist.

The OH

No comments:

Post a Comment