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Being Colour Blind - The Beautiful Shades of South Africa

                                            
                                                          Be Colour Blind

"No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, background or religion" - Nelson Mandela

I am summoning old demons that have been buried beneath the surface today. I am not colour blind, not at all. I see colour, I love it in all its shades and tones and most of all, I love the blends and mixes you get when you're combining different colours-something beautiful always comes out. In this case, I am not referring to paint, crayons or pastels, today I’m talking about race, ethnicity, diversity- the hype of living in a rainbow nation. I see beauty every day, no matter how messed up life is. I see it walking on the streets. I even talk to it, laugh and cry with it, greet, wine and dine with it, debate share and stimulate intellectual growth with all of these beautiful, different colours that I meet, see and live with on a 365. I love colour and I relish learning about different people, different cultures and language if granted the opportunity to do so. I see it all as a blessing. However, it is really a shame, a disgrace, a pity- that it cannot be appreciated in peace.

There will always be a significant amount of people, who just do not want to accept that we are living in a new era, I mean- the world has evolved and so have we - get with the programme. I believe that humans are equal despite the structures and hierarchies that we have created for ourselves, besides the greed, sense of entitlement and self-ordained superiority amongst races and cultures. So this brings me to a very burning issue that has been making its rounds on social media, accompanied by the #GHSdefendyourgirls. So, we are at it again with these Model C institutions. First, we challenged what I would like to call, the Politics of the Black African School girl’s hair in Pretoria Girls High, where our young black girls were being coerced to conform to a code of conduct instructing them to chemically straighten their natural hair. And then recently, at the Pietermaritzburg Girls High School, a young white girl was defended by the school, after using the ‘K-word’ in a vicious voice note, which was circulating via the WhatsApp social network.

However, here’s what shocks me the most. Get this: Miss Zoe Morris, a grade 11 student, went on her little hate spree simply because a black girl mispronounced her name and then the school, blamed the racial slur on “Exam Stress”. Ladies and gentlemen, “Exam Stress” now causes people to become so livid over the mispronunciations of their names, that they actually become racist towards each other. Now, no jokes or anything but if I had a hectare of land, for the number of times my name has been butchered by my former school teachers and peers of different racial descend, my friend. I’d be able to start up my own city. Institutional racism is a thing. It’s happening every day in schools but we’re too ignorant. When these young black girls who felt like their human rights and dignity were violated, that justice needed to prevail, the same school that has a supposed zero tolerance for racism, called for an emergency assembly only to tell them to “Stop whining because no one is going to care about this in five years’ time…” says a person in leadership [Daily Vox].

So apart from being disrespected and stripped of their dignity, they were being silenced. I can’t help but wonder if the same protection would have been adopted for a Nonkohliso or a Mokgadipule girl, who had had enough of having her teachers and peers slaughtering her name, saying it as “Nonkoshlisow” or “Mokhadiphulay”. I won’t lie, knowing how to say a person’s name correctly is a sign of respect IF they are also making the same effort And a person’s name is their parents' declaration of who and what they are or will be- it’s the first prophesy of what you will become, the first sign of love. Mine is Nosipho Funeka neh – A wanted gift to the world - this is what my parents saw in me. But in my entire life, I have been called things like, “Noshlipho, Nosphipho, Nosy, Nozy, Noz. Nosphow, Nosie, Fun-ek-ah, Funika”. That makes me a victim too right? Just like Zoe, but the difference between the likes of her and the millions of other kids out there who go through the same thing, is that we are not born with/to hate, We’re not born seeing colour. We tolerate, we accept and educate others on how to get it right and we learn to do the same.

We’re a beautiful nation. We’re diverse, we’re cultured and we’re interconnected. We have a history that we should be moving away from, not moving towards. At this point we should be accepting that whether you’re  categorised as Black, White, Coloured or Indian- you’re beautiful, we’re equal and we’re in this life struggle together. We should be as welcoming to each other as little children are before they are taught that ‘She is this colour, you are that colour therefore you can’t play with her because you are better/ you are less”, this is how it starts. The day we learn to emancipate ourselves from our ideologies of supremacy and the idea of a chosen race, will be the day that we see the mix blending well together, producing something new- something mysterious and intriguing to the world.

I wish this language of hate could end. I wish we could end the privilege, the superiority,the entitlement, the racism, because whether we like it or not it all goes back to her roots. She reminded me of the very reason that the racial divide will live on even in a new South Africa. Moreover, the school reminded me of how there will always be more preference for one race than the other, how the system will always protect the wrongdoers and incarcerate the victims. All because they see colour, they see difference, they see preference and in the latter they create division, disruption and chaos- they create and add fuel to the hate. If only we could all be colour blind, just for a day dear friends, to experience the beloved country’s true beauty, in serenity. Now wouldn’t that be wonderful? I challenge you to challenge yourself, challenge others, challenge the world to be Colour Blind. I'll do the same.



Till Next Time- Stay Liberal.




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