Freedom Day is a South African public holiday celebrated on April 27.
The elections were the first non-racial national elections where everyone of voting age of over 18 from any race group including non-citizens were allowed to vote, no voters roll was used.
Previously, under the apartheid regime, non-whites had only limited rights to vote.
Today is Freedom Day. I wish they had given it another day. Maybe then I’d want to celebrate the day. YES everyone deserves the right to vote. To be treated equal. Absolutely. No doubt. Goes without saying.
But Freedom day? Could it not have been names Voters day. Or even F.uck Apartheid day.
The word freedom, makes me think that my children can play where they want. Free.
That I don’t have to lock my car doors as soon as I get in. Free.
That I don’t have to get my husband to walk in first when we get home after dark. Free.
That I don’t have to have burglar proofing right around my porch, making it look just like a jail cell. Free.
That I don’t have to sit outside and braai, with pepper spray. Free.
I wonder how free that little 1 year old girl feels, who were beat up so badly that she stopped breathing. Three times.
I wonder how free that granny feels, that had to watch her husband being beat to death, while she was being raped by 5 men. While they physically attached her very young granddaughter.
I wonder how free I should feel, with a sms going around on how whites should be killed today, on Freedom Day. How free I should feel with M@lema singing, kill the boer.
Nee sorry. I’m not feeling free. Not one bit. Neither does my housekeeper, gardener who gets attacked in the location. No-one feels free. Except for the criminals.
Anyway. Like I said. Maybe if it wasn’t called Freedom day, I would be happier.