Afrikaner, Have You Forgotten?
At a rally for the Boer people in South Africa, one speaker posed a powerful question: "Do you know who you are?" This question stirred something deep within the crowd, reminding them of their forgotten legacy.
Do You Know Who You Are?
A few days ago, I stood in the rain among fellow South Africans at a rally, one not for politicians or parties but for the Boer people. For the mothers and fathers who have buried their children. For the farmers were slaughtered not for what they did but for who they were. And for the silent graves on the hilltops - forgotten, voiceless. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. But it was powerful. The man who spoke brought no slogans or political clichés. Instead, he posed a single question, one that landed deep in every chest present:
“Do you know who you are?”
He knew we’d forgotten. And I saw it in the eyes around me: something stirring. Something raw. Honest. A nostalgia that whispered: Your roots matter. Not just here in South Africa, but everywhere where people are taught to forget.
They Try to Shame Us
Today, we are told to be ashamed of our names. Our language. Our past. Even our future. But here’s the truth: We don’t have to stand back. We can be proud. Proud of survival. Proud of resilience. Proud of the quiet, stubborn courage passed down through generations.
The Present is Brutal
The Weight We Carry
He didn’t speak with bitterness. He talked with belief and faith. The kind that pulled wagons across rivers and carried starving children through drought and fire. He said, “Africa has never been soft on us. But it has shaped us. We have always survived.” And we have: we survived concentration camps; the killing of our children; the burning of our homes and farms; the betrayal of our own; we walked barefoot into history and carved our name in blood and dust. We will survive this, too. But not if we run. Not if we hide. Not if we forget.
The Question Remains
Do you know who you are? Do you recall the stories your grandfather used to tell? Do you remember what it feels like to belong somewhere? This land isn’t perfect. It’s brutal. But it’s ours. Our story. Our blood. Our scars. And that makes it worth everything.
Because Boer is not just a name, it’s a legacy. A burden. A blessing. A promise. We will not be the forgotten generation. We will be the ones who remember.
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