Read this newspaper clip below – where an Englishman described how kind the Boers were and that everything that was said in England about the Boers, was not true.
From the Boer War Facebook page
From the Boer War Facebook page
Artist: Ron Wilson….
LW: This post gets updated every now and then – more then than now – when I find more resources and information…new information and links will be added at the bottom of this post. Most links will open in a new window. When you see this link icon – you will know there’s a link to follow up. I hope this helps. I apologise and know it must be very confusing. Please check the bottom of this page for most of the links – without this icon. This post was written 12 years ago! I hope that all links will still be active.
Boer War Diary
The following extracts from a diary, of the authenticity of which we have obtained sufficient assurance, illustrate one aspect of the process of “clearing” tracts of the country occupied by the enemy.
Amsterdam, New Scotland, February 14 1901. This morning, about eight o’clock, the cavalry of the enemy entered the town, the infantry following.
Every garden and tree was stripped of everything. All the livestock was taken. General Campbell arrived; he was very abrupt. He said they, the English, had come to give us food and protection.
Mother replied that we were quite satisfied with the food and protection our own people afforded us. Then he said we were to be ready to leave the following day at 10 a.m.
Feb. 15. Worse than ever. The Provost Marshal, Capt. Daniels entered the house and began searching. They took what they wanted – soap, candles, mealies & c. even to white sewing cotton. When mother came in, Capt. Daniels turned to her and said, ‘Those devils of Boers have been sniping at us again, and your two sons among them, I suppose. If I catch them, they will hang.’
Feb. 17. At dawn Capt. Ballantyne said we would be allowed a quarter of an hour to load, and only to take the most necessary things. Beds, clothing, mattresses, chairs, chests & c., odds and ends of all kinds were burnt. Foodstuffs were also taken. At 9 p.m. we out-spanned in a hard rain. It was pitiful to hear the children crying all night in the wet wagons for water and food.
March 5. Annie very sick. Must be the food, as we have only meat, and mealies (corn) when we can pick them.
March 6. Annie very ill all day. A driving misty rain. Oxen with lung sickness are made to pull until they fall down in the yoke to die.
April 19 [in captivity at Volksrust]. Message that Major Watt, Assistant District Commissioner, wanted to see [Mother] at once. Mother, Annie and Polly Coltzer went with the policeman. Major Watt was in a dreadful rage.
‘You are Mrs. Cameron?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You are a most dangerous woman, you have been speaking against the British Government. You are an English woman.’ ‘All my sympathies are with the Boers.’ ‘Make a note of that. All the concessions we intended making you will be withdrawn. You will not be allowed to receive any parcels.’
April 25. We received the following: ‘I beg to inform you that you are to proceed to Maritzburg tomorrow by the 11p.m. train. A wagon shall convey your luggage to the station.’
B. R. Cameron, Prisoner of War, May 31 1901. Green Point, Pietermaritzburg, Natal.
Resource:
https://www.theguardian.com/news/1901/sep/26/mainsection.fromthearchive
A history to be proud of – till 1992
Image: anglo-boer.co.za
“When is a war not a war?” — “When it is carried on by methods of barbarism in South Africa,” referring to those same camps and the policies that created them.
–see my link in this post: “Churchill makes me smile”– for more on this…see bottom of the page for the link.
Image: anglo-boer.co.za
Image: Tararualibrary…Wording on back:
“Boer war 1900 Troops parading prior to their departure.
Site: Cnr Millers Rd and Stanley St Paynes house on the right still there HBF garage on left hand corner”
Above image: HERE on the site of Tararualibrary. The link will open in a new window.
The British controlled government implemented Pass Laws in 1923 paved the way for further restrictions on non-Whites social and political freedoms when Afrikaner-led political parties gained control of the government in 1948 (the birth of Apartheid). This segregation along racial lines has further widened the gap between the White Afrikaans speakers and Coloured Afrikaans speakers…
Source:Diversity South Africa
Since the people were of white European descent, nobody was seriously punished for their part in the war….so…if they were black??
Read what ELN says on this link…
http://elliotlakenews.wordpress.com/2007/03/17/british-concentration-camps/
Source:
http://everything2.com/e2node/Concentration%2520Camps%252C%2520A%2520British%2520Idea
The Boer War (1899 – 1902)
The Boer War shaped the destiny of South Africa and, as Rudyard Kipling remarked, taught the mighty British Empire ‘no end of a lesson’.
It was said to be the last of the ‘gentleman’s wars’, a ‘white man’s war’ and it would be over by Christmas. It was none of these things. The Boer War was brutal, racially explosive and it took the greatest empire in the world nearly three years to beat a Boer army smaller than the population of Brighton.
The Boer War capitulated the world into the 20th Century, prefiguring the worst excesses of modern conflicts: the indiscriminate bombing of civilians, scorched earth, rape, concentration camps. It was a civil war dividing families, communities and races.
It was a bitter conflict between two small Boer nations fighting for their life and freedom and a great empire asserting what it saw as it’s legitimate authority.
Source:
http://neilmulligan.com/JamesMulcrone.htm
I often get people who got directed here – via google – with the search engine term: Boer – well, I would like to suggest you go back to google, put in a search the following: ‘South African farmer[s]‘ – you might like what you’ll see. Good Luck.
THE BOER NATIONS (“boer” is the Dutch word for “farmer”)
Take a community of Dutchmen of the type of those who defended
themselves for fifty years against all the power of Spain at a time
when Spain was the greatest power in the world. Intermix with them a
strain of those inflexible French Huguenots who gave up home and
fortune and left their country for ever at the time of the revocation
of the Edict of Nantes. The product must obviously be one of the most
rugged, virile, unconquerable races ever seen upon earth. Take this
formidable people and train them for seven generations in constant
warfare against savage men and ferocious beasts, in circumstances
under which no weakling could survive, place them so that they acquire
exceptional skill with weapons and in horsemanship, give them a
country which is eminently suited to the tactics of the huntsman, the
marksman, and the rider. Then, finally, put a finer temper upon their
military qualities by a dour fatalistic Old Testament religion and an
ardent and consuming patriotism. Combine all these qualities and all
these impulses in one individual, and you have the modern Boer — the
most formidable antagonist who ever crossed the path of Imperial
Britain. Our military history has largely consisted in our conflicts
with France, but Napoleon and all his veterans have never treated us
so roughly as these hard-bitten farmers with their ancient theology
and their inconveniently modern rifles.
See link at the bottom of this page to continue reading…
Concentration Camps
In early March 1901 Lord Kitchener decided to break the stalemate that the extremely costly war had settled into. It was costing the British taxpayer 2,5 million pounds a month. He decided to sweep the country bare of everything that can give sustenance to the Boers i.e. cattle, sheep, horses, women and children.
This scorched earth policy led to the destruction of about 30000 Boer farmhouses and the partial and complete destruction of more than forty towns.. Thousands of women and children were removed from their homes by force.They had little or no time to remove valuables before the house was burnt down. They were then taken by ox-wagon or in open cattle trucks to the nearest camp.
Conditions in the camps were less than ideal. Tents were overcrowded. Reduced-scale army rations were provided. In fact there were two scales. Meat was not included in the rations issued to women and children whose menfolk were still fighting. There were little or no vegetables, no fresh milk for the babies and children, 3/4 lb of either mealie meal, rice or potatoes, 1 lb of meat twice weekly, I oz of coffee daily, sugar 2 oz daily, and salt 0,5 oz daily (this was for adults and children who had family members on commando).
In the camps – image – photosearch
hmmm….not very nice of them burning down people’s houses, hey… we all know war is war…but…to take away from women and children! That’s really not very humane!
Image: http://www.erroluys.com/BoerWarChildsStory.htm
Image: …soldiers on a koppie…(hill) war-art.com/lucknow.htm
Battle of Colenso…1899…Image:www.war-art.com/lucknow.htm
See more art here : http://www.war-art.com/lucknow.htm
On this next link, you can read extracts from the Parliamentary debates that were going on during the War in the British Parliament…you will see the death numbers too – not sure if that is correct, you know what politics are like…they will of course hide the exact figures as we all know – anyway..children’s deaths are about 10 times more than adults and women were held as prisioners as they were not allowed to leave the camps if they wished too. I’m sure more of the deaths could be prevented if people were not held in the camps. To say they were “fed” is just an excuse! They knew it was the only way to force the Boers to surrender, as the Boers couldn’t let these women and children dying in the camps like sheep on their way to a butcher!
http://www-sul.stanford.edu/depts/ssrg/africa/hansxcv1.html
Concentration Camps
In early March 1901 Lord Kitchener decided to break the stalemate that the extremely costly war had settled into. It was costing the British taxpayer 2,5 million pounds a month. He decided to sweep the country bare of everything that can give sustenance to the Boers i.e. cattle, sheep, horses, women and children. Read more on the link I’ve given you. — What a shame for the Britain! Putting women and children in concentration camps to starve… that’s just as cruel as Hitler’s gass chambers! Killing people in this way when you know you can’t defeat them…. And what’s more… Britain has already got more experience in fighting and wars than the South Africans, a small upcoming nation…..Hierdie Engelse sal ook nooit “jammer” se oor wat hulle weet hulle gedoen het nie. Hierdie konsentrasiekampe was vir my net so erg soos die Duitsers met hulle gaskamers! Ek het ‘n boek gekoop by ‘n museum op Lady Smith and daarin lees ook toe die naam raak van ‘n niggie van my ouma wat in ‘n kamp was! As jy die link “great grandad” volg, sal jy verstaan waarom ek so ‘n passie vir die oorlog-geskiedenis het en gedurig weer terugkeer na iets wat daarmee te doen het. Ek sal graag meer kuns en gedigte wil kry om hierdie week te plaas, veral kuns en ek was nogal verbaas om hierdie een van Coetzer te kry. Ek het afgekom op ‘n baie oulike webbladsy van ‘n ou in die USA en ek gaan die link hier plaas, daar is verskillende
Sources: Enslin Vosloo painting…
Ladysmith Town hall image: tokencoins.com/book/boer.htm#zar04
“Duty called the Cordons to South Africa and the plains of the Transvaal to fight the Boers. The Boers were regarded as an easy enemy and naturally would be overcome quickly. Boers were self reliant farmers dressed in civilian khaki suitable for the vast veldt. Most of British Army still favoured red jackets, white pith helmets and Crimean War tactics. Whereas the Boers formed commando groups to move across country swiftly and stealthily living off the land. They were extremely good shots armed with the accurate Mauser rifle and a common cry was Victory through God and the Mauser.”…from the same site as the site where the image comes from…
On THIS LINK you can read more about the War…read these poems too….see more pictures…some very upsetting…the link will open in a new window.
C Louis Leipoldt (excerpt)
A poem written by Leipoldt in Afrikaans and it was translated…
You, who are the hope of our people;
You, who our people can barely spare;
You, who should grow up to become a man;
You, who must perform your duty, if you can;
You, who have no part in the war;
You, who should sing and jump for joy –
You must perish in a children’s camp
You must be eliminated for peace:
Fold your hands tight together,
Close your eyes and say amen!
Whooping-cough and consumption, without milk:
bitter for you is the fate of life!
There is your place, at the children’s graves –
Two in one coffin, a wedding couple!
Al you gain is that we will remember:
Our freedom more precious than woman or child!
~~~~~ also the next one…by Leipoldt
In the Concentration Camp
(Aliwal North, 1901) C Louis Leipoldt (excerpt)
You are cringing away from the gusts of the wind
The chill seeping through the hail-torn tent –
Your scanty shield against torturing torrents;
The June chill bursts over the banks of the Vaal –
And all you can hear are the coughs from your child, and the
ceaseless patter of rain on the canvas.
A candle stub, just an inch before death
faintly flickering in a bottle
(a sty offers more comfort and rest)
But here, at night every thought is
a round of torture and tears.
Here, the early-born child flounders
Here, the aged fades away
Here, all you can hear is wailing and sighs
Here, every second is a lifetime of dread;
Every minute leaves scars on your soul, sacrifice without end.
Forgive? Forget? Is it possible to forgive?
The sorrow, the despair demanded so much!
The branding iron painfully left its scar
on our nation, for ages to see, and the wound is too raw –
Too close to our heart and to deep in our souls –
“Patience, o patience, how much can you bear?”
~~~
Leipoldt also wrote heart-breaking verses on a soap box to the memory of children who could at least be buried in this luxury:
Image: http://appiusforum.net/hellkamp.html – where I refer to hellkamp at an image, it refers to this site (update 2019 – site link is dead – don’t bother to visit!)
They made you in England, little soap box
To serve as coffin for our children
They found little corpses for you, soap box
And I have witnessed you as coffin
Equally unforgettable is AG Visser’s description of an orphan in the concentration camp in his poem,
The Youngest Burgher:
The camp of women is ruled by silence and darkness
The misery kindly concealed by the night
Here and there a minute light is flickering
Where the Angel of Death is lingering.
In this place of woe and of broken hearts
A young boy’s muffled whimpers quiver through the night
Who can count all the tears, who can measure the grief
of an orphan alone in the world
Later on in the poem De Wet describes the struggle to the escaped child who wishes to join the commando:
Freedom demands from our ranks
Men of courage who taunt mortal danger.
But also in the camp, the mother, the nurturer
And the innocent child on her breast.
And the reward? Perhaps on the plains
A lonesome grave doused by no tears.
Sometime, perhaps, posterity might honour our heroes…
Boy, do you feel up to it? General, I do!
This Afrikaans poem is about a solder that was beheaded…by a bomb.
Die ruiter van Skimmelperdpan
Op die pad wat verdwyn in die Skimmelperdpan,
By ‘n draai in die mond van die kloof,
Het ‘n bom in die oorlog ‘n vlugtende man
Op ‘n perd soos ‘n swaardslag onthoof.
Aan die saalboom krampagtig die hande verstyf,
Met ‘n laaste stuiptrekkende krag,
En die bene geklem soos ‘n skroef om sy lyf,
Op die perd sit die grusame vrag.
Met sy neusgate wyd en die ore op sy nek,
Soos die wind yl verbysterd die dier,
Met die skuim in wit vlokke wat waai uit sy bek,
En gespan soos ‘n draad elke spier;
By die huisie verby waar ‘n vrou staan en kyk …
In die afkopding ken sy haar man …
Met ‘n onaardse geil val sy bleek soos ‘n lyk …
Perd en ruiter verdwyn in die Pan!
Wee die reisiger wat daar onwetend kom skuil
Waar bouvallig die huisie nog staan,
En vreesagtig by wyle ‘n nagdiertjie huil
By die newelige lig van die maan!
Want by middernag waai daar ‘n wind deur die kloof,
Waai en huil soos ‘n kindjie wat kerm,
En dan jaag daar ‘n perd met ‘n man sonder hoof …
Wie dit sien, roep verskrik: “Heer, ontferm!”
Want die vuurvonke spat waar die hoefslae dreun,
En dit vlam uit sy neus en sy oog;
Styf en stram sit die ruiter na vore geleun,
En die bloed uit sy nek spuit ‘n boog;
En dan eensklaps van uit die vervalle gebou
Kom ‘n vreeslike skrikbeeld gevaar,
Al die hare orent – ‘n waansinnige vrou
Met ‘n hande-wringend gebaar:
“Waarom rus jy nie, rus jy nie, Jan van der Meer?
Waarom jaag jy my elke nag op?
Sal daar nimmer ‘n einde kom … altyd maar weer
Die galop … die galop … die galop?!”
Die afgryslike klank – nog gehuil nog gelag –
En die perd met die romp van ‘n man …!
Dis geen plek vir ‘n Christenmens daar in die nag
Langs die pad na die Skimmelperdpan!
A.G. Visser
Uit: Die Purper Iris.
Slagveld – Majuba
So sing die jonges vol van vreugde,
maar ag, oom Gert se hart is seer
as hy straks diep en dieper peinsend
gaan langs die slagveld van weleer.
Dáár lê Majuba, donker kleurig,
sy sye een en al terras;
dis of die berg van alle eeue
vir wonderdaad geskape was.
Daar lê Laingsnek; dis of Gods hande
dit vir ‘n skanswerk uit wou bou.
En daar’s Ingogo’s kronkelbedding—
net om die vyand op te hou.
Daar’s nog die wonderlike hoeke,
net om die vyand vas te keer;
maar ag, oom Gert voel nou so anders,
sy hart is onverklaarbaar seer.
Hy sien nou oral groot kanonne,
hy weet nie of die ding sal gaan.
Die treine voer nou alle soorte
van wapens uit die hoofstad aan.
Daar is hom ook so baie mense,
en baie goed word aangevoer;
voorheen was daar so min maar nodig:
‘n ryperd, biltong en ‘n roer.
Dis nodig, ja, die tyd die vorder,
en daarom swyg hy maar en kyk.
Maar heel die Amajuba-wêreld,
alles wil hom so anders lyk.
Tog leef hy weer, die troue krygsman,
al trek hy nou maar same net:
‘n oorlogsperd die stamp en runnik
wanneer hy hoor die krygstrompet!
Uit Goue Gode…XV : Verse van Totius
C. Louis Leipoldt:
DIE KOPERKAPEL
Die koperkapel kom uit sy gat
En sluip die randjie rond:
“Dit het gereën; die veld is nat,
En nat is die rooi-geel grond.”
Die meerkat kom, en sy ogies blink,
En hy staan orent en wag.
En die stokou ystervark sê: “Ek dink
Die reën kom weer vannag.”
Maar die geitjie piep: “Dis glad nie reën!
Dis kollerig, swart en rooi:
Kom jy sulke reën in jou lewe teen –
So glad, so styf, so mooi?”
En die wyse steenuil waag sy woord:
“Dis bloed, dis mensebloed!
Dis die lewensbloed wat hierdie oord
Se bossie-wortels voed!”
Jou siel is gemartel, deur smarte gepla;
Van vrede en pret was jy vroër ‘n verkwister;
En nou, wat bly oor van jou rykdomme? Ja,
‘n Spreekwoord tot steun–daar’s geen trooswoord beslister:
“Geduld, o geduld, wat so baie kan dra! Hier sit jy te koes teen die wind, wat daar suie
Yskoud deur die tentseil, geskeur deur die hael–
Jou enigste skuil in die nag teen die buie;
Die Junielug stort oor die stroom van die Vaal–
Jy hoor net die hoes van jou kind, en die luie
Gedrup van die reendruppeltjies oor die paal. ‘n Kers, nog maar anderhalf duim, voor hy sterwe,
Brand dof in ‘n bottel hier vlak naas jou bed.
(‘n Kafhuis gee makliker rus: op die gerwe
Daar lê ‘n mens sag, en sy slaap is gered!)
En hier in die nag laat jou drome jou swerwe
‘n Aaklige rondte met trane besmet. Hier struikel die kind, wat te vroeg was gebore;
Hier sterwe die oumens, te swak vir die stryd;
Hier kom ‘n gekerm en gekreun in jou ore;
Hier tel jy met angs elke tik van die tyd;
Want elke sekond van die smart laat sy spore
Gedruk op jou hart, deur ‘n offer gewyd. En deur elke skeur in die seil kan jy duister
Die wolke bespeur oor die hemel verbrei;
Geen ster skyn as gids; na geen stem kan jy luister–
(Eentonig die hoes van jou kind aan jou sy!)
Wat sag deur die wind in jou ore kom fluister:
“Geduld, o geduld, wat so baie kan ly! Vergewe? Vergeet? Is dit maklik vergewe?
Die smarte, die angs, het so baie gepla!
Die yster het gloeiend ‘n merk vir die eeue
Gebrand op ons volk, en die wond is te na,
Te na aan ons hart en te diep in ons lewe–
“Geduld, o geduld, wat so baie kan dra!” Uit: Oom Gert Vertel en Ander Gedigte, C. Louis Leipoldt, Uitg. Mij. v/h. J. Dusseau & Co, Kaapstad 1921
Images..:south-africa-tours-and-travel.com
Read on THIS LINK about Jan Smuts. The link will open in a new window.
Image: mcelroy.ca/history/mcelroy/images/002-0251.jpg
Shaw, John Byam : The Boer War (1901)
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
The title of a painting,” said Marcel Duchamp, “is another colour on the artist’s palette.” He also talked of treating the title “like an invisible colour”. Duchamp’s remarks were part of his ongoing argument with the art of painting…………………………….
The painting shows – well, what it obviously doesn’t show is the Boer War, or any individual episode from Britain’s Imperial war in South Africa, which had ended the year before this picture was painted. But the likely link between words and image isn’t hard to find. A lone woman stands by a stream at the bottom of a field or garden. She was the fiance or wife or sister of a man killed in the war. She’s lately heard the news, and gone off on her own. Or she’s been in mourning some time, but the place – this is where they used to walk, and never will again – calls out a sudden pang of memory and grief.
The Boer War is her back story, then, her motivation, the reason for her state of mind. It is the content of her invisible thought bubble. It is, in a sense, a perfectly straight descriptive title for this picture. For how do you show the Boer War except by depicting scenes from the war? And why shouldn’t those scenes include, not only battlefields and sieges, but also the scenes of bereavement and desolation that were the immediate consequence back home?
Read the complete article… HERE ….
This next poem was written by Totius and it’s about the Afrikaner nation/Afrikaans that was stepped upon/damaged by the English and his message in this poem for the Afrikaner nation/Afrikaans is: “you’re strong, you will get up again, you will be a strong nation again and you should forgive what was done to you. The scars will be there, but you should grow to be strong again.”… a very deep poem…
Vergewe en vergeet
Daar het ‘n doringboompie
vlak by die pad gestaan,
waar lange ossespanne
met sware vragte gaan.
En eendag kom daarlanges
‘n ossewa verby,
wat met sy sware wiele
dwars-oor die boompie ry.
“Jy het mos, doringstruikie,
my ander dag gekrap;
en daarom het my wiele
jou kroontjie platgetrap.”
Die ossewa verdwyn weer
agter ‘n heuweltop,
en langsaam buig die boompie
sy stammetjie weer op.
Sy skoonheid was geskonde;
sy bassies was geskeur;
op een plek was die stammetjie
so amper middeldeur.
Maar tog het daardie boompie
weer stadig reggekom,
want oor sy wonde druppel
die salf van eie gom.
Ook het die loop van jare
die wonde weggewis –
net een plek byl ‘n teken
wat onuitwisbaar is.
Die wonde word gesond weer
as jare kom en gaan,
maar daardie merk word groter
en groei maar aldeur aan.
Totius
The Concentration Camps
1. Introduction The concentration camps in which Britain killed 27,000 Boer women and children (24,000) during the Second War of Independence (1899 – 1902) today still have far-reaching effects on the existence of the Boerevolk. This holocaust once more enjoyed close scrutiny during the visit of the queen of England to South Africa, when ten organizations promoting the independence of the Boer Republics, presented her with a message, demanding that England redress the wrongs committed against the Boerevolk.
Women and children in the camps – image:hellkamp
2. Background The Second War of Independence was fought from 1899 to 1902 when England laid her hands on the mineral riches of the Zuid-Afrikaansche Republiek (Transvaal) under the false pretence of protecting the rights of the foreigners who swarmed to the Transvaal gold fields. On the battlefield England failed to get the better of the Boers, and decided to stoop to a full-scale war against the Boer women and children, employing a holocaust to force the burghers to surrender. 3. Course of the holocaust 3.1. The war against women and children begins Under the command of Kitchener, Milner and Roberts, more than homesteads and farms belonging to Boer people were plundered and burned down. Animals belonging to the Boers were killed in the cruellest ways possible while the women, whose men were on the battlefield, had to watch helplessly.
Leaving sheep to rotten – image: hellkamp
The motive behind this action was the destruction of the farms in order to prevent the fighting burghers from obtaining food, and to demoralize the Boers by leaving their women and children homeless on the open veld.
Before the blast – images:hellkamp
The Blast
After the blast
Destroyed for king and country
However, England misjudged the steel of the Boer people. Despite their desperate circumstances, the women and children managed to survive fairly well in the open and their men continued their fight against the invader.
Women and children on the run…away from the English
More severe measures had to be taken. The English hoarded the Boer women and children into open cattle trucks or drove them on foot to concentration camps.
3.2. False pretences
To the world England pretended to act very humanely by caring for the fighting Boers’ women and children in “refugee camps”. An English school textbook published in 1914 in Johannesburg, but printed in England, Historical Geography: South Africa, by JR Fisher, makes the following claim:
“During the later stages of the war, the relations, women and
children, of those Boers still in the field, were fed and cared
for at the expense of Great Britain, a method of procedure which,
though humane, postponed the end of the war, at the expense of
many valuable lives and much money.”
This statement is contradicted by various sources. The Cape Argus of 21 June 1900 clearly states that the destitution of these women and children was the result of the English’s plundering of farms: “Within 10 miles we (the English) burned not less than six farm homesteads. Between 30 and 40 homesteads were burned and totally destroyed between Bloemfontein and Boshoff. Many others were also burned down. With their houses destroyed, the women and children were left in the bitter South African winter in the open.” The British history text book says nothing about this.
Breytenbach writes in Danie Theron: “The destruction was undertaken in a diabolic way and even Mrs Prinsloo, a 22 year old lady who gave birth to a baby only 24 hours ago in the house of Van Niekerk, was not spared. A group of rude tommies (British soldiers), amongst whom a so-called English doctor, forced their way into her room, and after making a pretence of examining her, they drove her out of the house. With the aid of her sister, she managed to don a few articles of clothing and left the house. Her mother brought a blanket to protect her against the cold. The soldiers robustly jerked the blanket out of her mother’s hands and after having looted whatever they wanted to, put the house to fire. Afterwards the old man was driven on foot to Kroonstad by mounted kakies (British soldiers), while his wife and daughter (Mrs Prinsloo) were left destitute on the scorched farm.”
England’s claim of caring for the Boer women reminds one of somebody who boasts to have saved the life of someone he himself has pushed into the water. However, there is one vital difference: The holocaust on the Boer women and children began in all earnest once they had been forced into the concentration camps under the “care” of the British!
Family at the beginning – newly arrived with tea and bread (Nasty English Propaganda)
Despite the English claims that the concentration camps were “voluntary refugee camps” the following questions must be asked:
– From whom did the refugees flee? Certainly not from their own husbands and sons!
– How can the fact that the “voluntary” women and children had to be dragged to the concentration camps by force be explained?
– Why should the “voluntary refugee camps” be enclosed by barbed wire fences and the inmates be overseen by armed wardens? Kimberley camp had a five meter high barbed wire fence and some camps even had two or three fences!
– Why would one of the camp commanders make the following statement quoted by Emily Hobhouse: “The wardens were under orders not to interfere with the inmates, unless they should try to escape.”? What kind of “voluntary refugee” would want to escape?
Perhaps the words of the Welsh William Redmond are closer to the truth: “The way in which these wretched, unfortunate and poor women and children are treated in South Africa is barbarous, outrageous, scandalous and disgraceful.”
3.3. Planning for death
The English claim of decent actions towards the Boer women and children are further contradicted by the location of the concentration camps. The military authorities, who often had to plan and erect camps for their soldiers, would certainly have been well aware of the essential requirements for such camps. Yet the concentration camps were established in the most unsuitable locations possible.
Boer-family in the camps
At Standerton the camp was erected on both banks of the Vaal River. It was on the Highveld, which ensured that it was extremely cold in winter and infested with mosquitoes in summer. The fact that Standerton had turf soil and a high rainfall, ensured that the camp was one big mud bath in summer, even inside the tents.
The same circumstances were experienced in camps such as Brandfort, Springfontein and Orange River. At Pretoria, the Irene Camp was located at the chilly southern side of the town, while the northern side had a much more favourable climate. Balmoral, Middelburg and other camps were also located on the south-eastern hangs of the hills to ensure that the inhabitants were exposed to the icy south easterly winds.
Merebank camp was located in a swamp where there was an abundance of various kinds of insects. Water oozed out of the ground, ensuring that everything was constantly wet and slimy.
By October 1900 there were already 58 883 people in concentration camps in Transvaal and 45 306 in the Free State.
The amenities in the camps were clearly planned to kill as many of the women and children as possible. They were accommodated in tattered reject tents which offered no protection against the elements.
Emily Hobhouse, the Cornish lady who campaigned for better conditions for the Boer women, wrote: “Throughout the night there was a downpour. Puddles of water were everywhere. They tried to get themselves and their possessions dry on the soaked ground.”
(Hobhouse: Brunt of the War, page 169.)
Dr Kendal Franks reports on the Irene Camp: “In one of the tents there were three families; parents and children, a total of 14 people and all were suffering from measles.”
In Springfontein camp, 19 to 20 people where crammed into one tent.
There were neither beds nor mattresses and nearly the whole camp population had to sleep on the bare ground, which was damp most of the time.
One person wrote the following plea for aid to the New York Herald: “In the name of small children who have to sleep in open tents without fire, with barely any clothes, I plea for help.”
According to a British journalist, WT Stead, the concentration camps were nothing more than a cruel torture machine. He writes: “Every one of these children who died as a result of the halving of their rations, thereby exerting pressure onto their family still on the battle-field, was purposefully murdered. The system of half rations stands exposed and stark and unshamefully as a cold-blooded deed of state policy employed with the purpose of ensuring the surrender of people whom we were not able to defeat on the battlefield.”
3.4. Let them die of hunger
The detainees received no fruit or vegetables; not even milk for the babies.
The meat and flour issued were crawling with maggots. Emily Hobhouse writes: “I have in my possession coffee and sugar which were described as follows by a London analyst: In the case of the first, 66% imitation, and in the case of the second, sweepings from a warehouse.”
In her book, Met die Boere in die Veld (With the Boers in the field), Sara Raal states that “there were poisonous sulphate of copper, grounded glass, fishhooks, and razor blades in the rations.” The evidence given on this fact is so overwhelming that it must be regarded as a historical fact.
3.5. No hygiene
The outbreak of disease and epidemics in the camps were further promoted by, inter alia, the lack of sanitary conveniences. Bloemfontein camp had only 13 toilets for more than 3 500 people. Aliwal North camp had one toilet for every 170 people.
A British physician, Dr Henry Becker, writes: “First, they chose an ill-suited site for the camp. Then they supplied so little water that the people could neither wash themselves nor their clothes. Furthermore, they made no provision for sufficient waste removal. And lastly, they did not provide enough toilets for the overpopulation they had crammed into the camps.”
A report on a Ladies’ Committee’s visit to Bloemfontein camp stated: “They saw how the women tried to wash clothes in small puddles of water and sometimes had to use the water more than once.”
3.6. Hospitals of homicide
Ill and healthy people were crammed together into unventilated areas conducive to the spreading of disease and epidemics. At first there were no medical amenities whatsoever in the camps.
Foodline
Later doctors were appointed, but too few. In Johannesburg there was one doctor for every 4 000 afflicted patients.
A report on the Irene camp states that, out of a population of 1325 detainees, 154 were ill and 20 had died during the previous week. Still this camp had only one doctor and no hospital.
In some camps matters were even worse. The large Bloemfontein camp did not have a single doctor; only one nurse who could not possibly cope with the conditions. During a visit to Norvalspont camp Emily Hobhouse could not even find a trained nurse.
The later appointment of medical personnel did not improve the conditions. They were appointed for their loyalty towards the British invasion; not for their medical capability. They maltreated the Boere.
Emily Hobhouse tells the story of the young Lizzie van Zyl who died in the Bloemfontein concentration camp: “She was a frail, weak little child in desperate need of good care. Yet, because her mother was one of the ‘undesirables’ due to the fact that her father neither surrendered nor betrayed his people, Lizzie was placed on the lowest rations and so perished with hunger that, after a month in the camp, she was transferred to the new small hospital. Here she was treated harshly. The English disposed doctor and his nurses did not understand her language and, as she could not speak English, labeled her an idiot although she was mentally fit and normal. One day she dejectedly started calling:
Mother! Mother! I want to go to my mother! One Mrs Botha walked over to her to console her. She was just telling the child that she would soon see her mother again, when she was brusquely interrupted by one of the nurses who told her not to interfere with the child as she was a nuisance.” Shortly afterwards, Lizzie van Zyl died.
Treu, a medical assistant in the Johannesburg concentration camp, stated that patients were bullied and even lashed with a strap.
Ill people who were taken to the camp hospitals were as good as dead. One woman declared: “We fear the hospitals more than death.”
The following two reports should give an idea of the inefficiency of the camp hospitals: “Often people suffering from a minor ailment were violently removed from the tents of protesting mothers or family members to be taken to hospital. After a few days they were more often than not carried to the grave.”
“Should a child leave the hospital alive, it was simply a miracle.”
(Both quotations from Stemme uit die Verlede – a collection of sworn statements by women who were detained in the concentration camps during the Second War of Independence.)
3.7. The highest sacrifice
In total 27 000 women and children made the highest sacrifice in the British hell camps during the struggle for the freedom of the Boerevolk.
Mrs Helen Harris, who paid a visit to the Potchefstroom concentration camp, stated: “Imagine a one year old baby who receives no milk; who has to drink water or coffee – there is no doubt that this is the cause of the poor health of the children.”
Should one take note of the fact that it were the English who killed the Boers’ cattle with bayonets, thereby depriving the children of their food sources, then the high fatality rate does not seem to be incidental.
Despite shocking fatality figures in the concentration camps, the English did nothing to improve the situation, and the English public remained deaf to the lamentations in the concentration camps as thousands of people, especially children, were carried to their graves.
The Welshman, Lloyd George, stated: “The fatality rate of our soldiers on the battlefields, who were exposed to all the risks of war, was 52 per thousand per year, while the fatalities of women and children in the camps were 450 per thousand per year. We have no right to put women and children into such a position.”
An Irishman, Dillon, said: “I can produce and endless succession of confirmations that the conditions in most of the camps are appalling and brutal. To my opinion the fatality rate is nothing less than cold-blooded murder.”
One European had the following comment on England’s conduct with the concentration camps: “Great Britain cannot win her battles without resorting to the despicable cowardice of the most loathsome cure on earth – the act of striking at a brave man’s heart through his wife’s honor and his child’s life.”
The barbarisms of the English is strongly evidenced by the way in which they unceremoniously threw the corpses of children in heaps on mule carts to be transported to the cemeteries. The mourning mothers had to follow on foot. Due to illness or fatigue many of them could not follow fast enough and had to miss the funerals of their children.
According to PF Bruwer, author of Vir Volk en Vryheid, all the facts point out that the concentration camps, also known as the hell camps, were a calculated and deliberate effort by England to commit a holocaust on the Boerevolk
4. Consequences
4.1. “Peace”
As a direct result of the concentration camps, the “Peace Treaty” of Vereeniging was signed, according to which the Boer Republics came under British rule.
4.2. Called up by the enemy
It is a bitter irony that during World War I England laid claim to the same boys who survived the concentration camps to fight against Germany, which was well-disposed towards the Boerevolk.
Thereby they had to lay their lives upon the line for the second time to the benefit of England.
Kroniek van die Kampkinders (Chronicle of the camp children) by HS van Blerk describes how, after World War I, this generation were, in addition, kept out of the labor force and how they were impoverished – all simply because they were Boers.
4.3. Immortalised in our literature
In this modern world it seems as if few people realize the hardships our forefathers had to endure in order to lose our freedom only without forfeiting the honor of our people.
Therefore, it is proper to look at the reflection of the concentration camps in our literature, where the nobility of our forefathers is immortalized.
4.4. We may not forget
In total there were 31 concentration camps. In most cases, the adjoining cemeteries are in still in existence and are visited as often as possible by Boer people to mentally condition themselves to continue their struggle towards freedom.
There were concentration camps at: Irene, Barberton, Volksrust, Belfast, Klerksdorp, Pietersburg, Potchefstroom, Vereeniging, Turffontein, Balmoral, Nylstroom, Standerton, Heilbron, Kimberley, Bloemfontein, Middelburg, Kroonstad, Heidelberg, Krugersdorp, Vryburg, Vredefort, Brandfort, Springfontein, Bethulie, Norvalspont, Port Elizabeth, Aliwal North, Merebank, Pinetown, Howick and Pietermaritzburg.
4.5. Pillars of support
Amidst all the misery brought upon our people by the English, there were pillars of support: firstly the certainty that our cause was just and fair and based upon faith. However, there also were people who made major sacrifices in an effort to ease the burden of Boer women and children.
No study of the concentration camps could possibly be complete without mention of the name of Emily Hobhouse. This Cornish lady was a symbol of light and decency for Boer women and children.
Emily Hobhouse did everything within her power to assist the women and children. As a result of her efforts to persuade the invaders towards an attitude of humanity and reason, she was banned from South Africa by the British authorities.
However, the Boerevolk remains grateful towards Emily Hobhouse for her efforts and her remains are resting in a place of honor under the Women’s Monument in Bloemfontein.
Other people who spoke out against the barbaric methods of England were: J Ellis (Irish), Lloyd George (Welsh), CP Scott (Scottish), William Redmond (Welsh) and Ramsey McDonald (Scottish).
5. Effects
Today, the numbers of the Boerevolk are at least 3 million less that it would have been, had the English not committed genocide on the Boerevolk. This robs our people of our right to self-determination in the new so-called democratic system. (In truth, democracy means government by the people and not government by the rabble as is presently the case in South Africa.”)
The holocaust, together with treason committed by Afrikaners (take note: not Boere) such as Jan Smuts and Louis Botha, forced the Boerevolk to sign the peace accord of Vereeniging which deprived our volk of its freedom.
The alien and inferior British culture was forced onto our people.
The various indigenous peoples of South Africa were insensitively bundled into one Union without giving a thought to their respective identities and right to self-determination.
As in the case of the Boerevolk, the local black nations were effectively robbed of their freedom, which gave rise to the establishment of the ANC in 1912 (two years after the foundation of the Union) to struggle for black nationalism.
The British system of apartheid, which they applied all over the world (for instance also in India, Australia and New-Zealand), had to be imported to control the mixed population. The first manifestation of this were signs reading “Europeans” and “Non-Europeans”. No Boer ever regarded himself as a “European”. Apartheid invoked racial friction and even racial hatred which has in no means abated to this very day, and the bitter irony is that the Boerevolk, who had not been in power since 1902 and who also suffered severely under apartheid in the sense that apartheid robbed them of their land and their work-ethics, are being blamed for apartheid today.
England’s pretence for the invasion was the rights of the foreign miners. Yet after the war, these very same miners were treated so badly by their English and Jewish bosses that they had to resort to general strikes in 1913 and 1922 (3 and 12 years after the establishment of the British ruled Union), during which many mine-workers were shot dead in the streets of Johannesburg by the British disposed Union government. So much for the rights of the foreign miners under English rule.
The efficient and equitable republican system of government of the Boer Republics was replaced with the unworkable Westminster system of government, which led to endless misery and conflict.
6. Summation
The concentration camps were a calculated and intentional holocaust committed on the Boerevolk by England with the aim of annihilating the Boerevolk and reeling in the Boer Republics.
Comparing the killing of Jews during World War 2, proportionately fewer Jews were killed than Boer women and children during the Second War of Independence.
Yet, after World War 2, England mercilessly insisted on a frantic retribution campaign against the whole German nation for the purported Jewish holocaust. To this day, Germany is being forced to pay annual compensation to the Jews, which means that Germans who were not even born at the time of World War 2, still have to suffer today for alleged atrocities committed by the Germans. Should England subject herself to the same principles applied to Germany, then England must do everything within her power to reinstitute the Boer republics and to pay annual compensation to the Boerevolk for the atrocities committed against the Boerevolk.
“Their only crime was that they stood between England and the gold of Transvaal.”
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Message of Vryheidsaksie Boererepublieke to the queen of England.
Mediadienste. –1995–P 1 – 7.
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Vir Volk en Vryheid by PF Bruwer. Oranjewerkers Promosies. –1988– Pp 346, 348, 407, 411 – 413, 416 – 455.
Die Laaste Veldslag by Franz Conradie. Daan Retief Publishers. —1981—Pp 62, 77, 78, 83, 123 – 126, 129 – 132.
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Gewapende Protes by PG Hendriks. Oranjewerkers Promosies. –1988–Pp 8, 11, 12, 21, 24, 27, 29, 30, 46, 53 – 62, 94, 95.
Kroniek van die Kampkinders by HS van Blerk. Oranjewerkers Promosies. –1989– Pp 35 – 38, 49, 65 – 67, 70, 74, 75, 152.
From Van Riebeeck to Vorster 1652 – 1974. An Introduction to the History of the Republic of South Africa by FA van Jaarsveld.Perskor.—1975—Pp 197, 199, 202 – 205, 209, 217 – 220, 253.
Vyftig Gedigte van C Louis Leipoldt, ‘n keur deur WEG Louw. Tafelberg Publishers. (First edition 1946–Pp 19 – 23.
Gedigte by AG Visser (third print). JL van Schaik. –1928– Pp 57 -61.
Family narrations as recounted since the Second War of Independence from generation to generation. (Author’s great-great-grandmother was detained and tortured in the concentration camp at Heilbron.)
Source …….. http://appiusforum.net/hellkamp.html [if the link doesn’t open on this link, type “hellkamp.html” in after the main url and you will find the actual link of the Source]
Recently a kind lady from Louisiana mailed me a copy of the “History of the Boers in South Africa,” written in 1887 by a Canadian missionary with no political axe to grind: namely George McCall Theal.
It contains a map showing the territories which were being farmed by the Boers: from the Olifants/Limpopo rivers in the north to below the Orange River in the South (Colesburg).
It shows the names of the towns they had started wihich carried names such as Lydenburg, ( Place of Suffering) Vryheid, ( Place of Freedom) Pietermaritzburg, (named after the famous Voortrekker leader) Pilippolis and Bethulie, (named after their beloved Bible) and Potchefstroom, Rustenburg, Winburg and Bloemfontein… as they Trekked, the Boers named the map of South Africa, and many of its vegetation and wildlife as well.
All these Boer names are now being wiped off the map of South Africa in one fell swoop by the ANC-regime — even though the Boers’ official history had ended in 1902, long before the elitist-Afrikaners who ran the secret Afrikaner Broederbond cabal had started apartheid in 1948.
Yet this is not the first time that the Boers are facing such an ethnic cleansing campaign by a nation which is hell-bent to remove their very rights to exist in South Africa – this is actually already the third time in Boer history.
The first time the British tried to eradicate them from the map of South Africa with their vicious war and their even more vicious concentration camps where many tens of thousands of Boer women, children and elderly starved to death within just a few months.
After this first genocide to target the Boer nation, their descendants still managed to cling to their identity for at least another generation – until …..
Read more HERE
Report of Emily Hobhouse…
Image: and source: http://www-sul.stanford.edu/depts/ssrg/africa/cotext.html#676
Drummer Hodge ~Thomas Hardy
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined – just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around;
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.
Young Hodge the Drummer never knew –
Fresh from his Wessex home –
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.
Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge forever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellation reign
His stars eternally.
Boer War and the movies…
Sean Mathias is directing Colossus, based on Ann Harries’ Manly Pursuits, a novel about the Boer War. According to The Hollywood Reporter, the film’s scored a pretty impressive cast, considering that its budget is a relatively small $15 million: Colin Firth, Rachel Weisz, Ian McKellen and Susan Sarandon are all on-board. Though it’s not yet been announced which roles the stars will play, the movie “tells of ailing arch-colonist Cecil Rhodes’ [probably McKellen] belief that he can only recover his health if he can hear the sound of English song birds outside his window in Cape Town.” Get this: Someone is sent from England with 500 freaking songbirds. When he gets there, he falls in love and decides he needs to stop the Boer War from happening. Ah, if only all men in love would immediately resolve to end wars — what a lovely world this would be.
Source:
http://www.cinematical.com/2006/05/21/cannes-casting-news-tenderness-colossus-woman-of-no-importanc/
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Please click HERE for the Gutenberg-files about the Boer Women during the War and then click on this file-number: files/20194/
Click HERE for a list of Africana books about the war, there’s a list of about 177…English as well as Afrikaans.
Available below is a 1901 recording of the Boer War sentimental favourite Goodbye Dolly Gray. An extract of the song’s lyrics are also provided.
The song was written by Will D. Cobb (lyrics) and Paul Barnes (music). Although it gained widespread fame during the Boer War it had earlier been sung in the U.S. during the U.S.-Spanish War of 1898. The song saw renewed airings with the onset of the First World War in 1914.
Listen to the song here:
Goodbye Dolly Gray
I have come to say goodbye, Dolly Gray,
It’s no use to ask me why, Dolly Gray,
There’s a murmur in the air, you can hear it everywhere,
It’s the time to do and dare, Dolly Gray.
So if you hear the sound of feet, Dolly Gray,
Sounding through the village street, Dolly Gray,
It’s the tramp of soldiers’ true in their uniforms so blue,
I must say goodbye to you, Dolly Gray.
Goodbye Dolly I must leave you, though it breaks my heart to go,
Something tells me I am needed at the front to fight the foe,
See – the boys in blue are marching and I can no longer stay,
Hark – I hear the bugle calling, goodbye Dolly Gray.
Source: http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/goodbyedollygray.htm
Image and caption: nzhistory.net.nz/media/photo/boer-soldiers-posing
General Joubert’s unit of Boer soldiers and their African servant stop for lunch at Newcastle, Natal, less than a week after war was declared in 1899. Several of the soldiers are leaning against Dr Visser’s travelling medical wagon. Photographed by Robert Gell, 17 October 1899.
British tactics during the South African War included the burning of farmhouses and destruction of livestock so that they would not fall into the hands of Boer commandos. Here members of New Zealand’s Seventh Contingent pose with the carcasses of chickens and sheep.
Fashion could be important, even out on the veldt, as the garments of these Boer women suggest. Photographed by Rough Rider John McGrath
Drummer Hodge…poetry of the Anglo-Boer War.
Drummer Hodge: Poetry of the Boer War—van Wyk Smith, M.
Clarendon Press, Oxford 1978
ISBN: 0198120826 Source: elizabethsbookshop.com.au
These people were as near akin to us as any race which is not
our own. They were of the same Frisian stock which peopled our own
shores. In habit of mind, in religion, in respect for law, they
were as ourselves. Brave, too, they were, and hospitable, with
those sporting instincts which are dear to the Anglo-Celtic race.
There was no people in the world who had more qualities which we
might admire, and not the least of them was that love of
independence which it is our proudest boast that we have encouraged
in others as well as exercised ourselves.Source:
http://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/etext02/gboer11.htm
Shaw, John Byam : The Boer War (1901)
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
The title of a painting,” said Marcel Duchamp, “is another colour on the artist’s palette.” He also talked of treating the title “like an invisible colour”. Duchamp’s remarks were part of his ongoing argument with the art of painting.
His point was that painting should not be understood as a purely visual or optical or (to use his favourite jibe), “retinal” art. That was the state to which Impressionism had reduced it. But painting should mobilise all its resources of meaning, among them the title. This verbal component shouldn’t be neutrally descriptive, nor be seen as something extraneous. It could be an integral effect, like another colour.
Comparing titles to colours was, of course, provocative, because colour is often considered the least verbal, the most inarticulate and untranslatable factor in a painting. But Duchamp’s phrase is more than a tease. It suggests that the title should be liberated. It should be used, not as a caption that presides over the whole picture, but as one more ingredient in the mixture, an active element in the picture’s drama.
Titles were to be given free play. Duchamp’s own were often spectacularly lateral, puzzles and mini-poems in their own right. There was Tum’. There was The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even. And other 20thcentury artists, Dadaist, surreal, abstract, conceptual, took up the challenge, putting the oblique title through all its possible paces.
But the device itself was not the invention of modern art. In the 19th century, while Impressionism flourished in France, another kind of painting had sprung up in England, which would later be criticised, not as “retinal”, but on the contrary as “anecdotal”. In the works of the pre-Raphaelites and their contemporaries, the title of the picture was often made to do crucial extra business.
The Last of England, The First Cloud, The Awakening Conscience, Our English Coasts – these titles are vital ingredients. They introduce story, symbolism, state of mind and always something more or something other than what the picture shows. They make the viewer’s mind jump from the image to an idea behind or beyond the image. And sometimes the jump itself, the sense of distance between the title and the rest of the picture, is where the work’s real power lies.
John Byam Shaw’s The Boer War is far from being a great work. But it’s a work that understands the rich possibilities of the oblique title. The ways that its title performs in the viewer’s mind, both connecting and disconnecting to the image, makes it a kind of masterpiece.
The painting shows – well, what it obviously doesn’t show is the Boer War, or any individual episode from Britain’s Imperial war in South Africa, which had ended the year before this picture was painted. But the likely link between words and image isn’t hard to find. A lone woman stands by a stream at the bottom of a field or garden. She was the fiancée or wife or sister of a man killed in the war. She’s lately heard the news, and gone off on her own. Or she’s been in mourning some time, but the place – this is where they used to walk, and never will again – calls out a sudden pang of memory and grief.
The Boer War is her back story, then, her motivation, the reason for her state of mind. It is the content of her invisible thought bubble. It is, in a sense, a perfectly straight descriptive title for this picture. For how do you show the Boer War except by depicting scenes from the war? And why shouldn’t those scenes include, not only battlefields and sieges, but also the scenes of bereavement and desolation that were the immediate consequence back home?
So the title fits. But at the same time, clearly, we’re to feel a great rupture and estrangement between those words, The Boer War, and the scene before us. And this distance can stand for and stress the various other distances – geographic, experiential – that the work evokes.
There is the distance between peace and war. There is the distance between the green English countryside and the dusty South African veldt. There is the distance between the woman and the man who was absent far away and is now absolutely dead and gone. There is the distance between the woman, with her mind fixed on loss and death, and the burgeoning natural world around her – further emphasised by the way her figure slightly sticks out against the landscape like a piece of collage.
The classic pre-Raphaelite manner of Byam Shaw’s painting, with its manic eye for the proliferating detail of nature, contributes to this effect. You can see it as how the woman herself sees her surroundings. Shock and grief can cause the mind to become blankly transfixed by the minutiae of the physical world, seeking something clear and particular to hold on to – as the narrator in Tennyson’s poem “Maud” focuses on a tiny sea shell after his world has fallen in.
Or again: the way the title, The Boer War, fails to “mean” the picture is like the way those words might become a malignantly empty phrase in the woman’s mind, words she must continually reiterate to herself and to others – the Boer War, the Boer War, he was killed in the Boer War – but which call up nothing and have no purchase on her loss.
Reading things into it? Yes, exactly. That’s what this kind of picture, this word image-juxtaposition, invites you to do. Reading things in, letting scene and title interact in the mind, is the way it works. In more than one way, Byam Shaw’s painting about a remote Imperial war has a rather contemporary feeling.
THE ARTIST
John Byam Shaw (1872-1919) was the second wind and last gasp of true pre- Raphaelitism. By the end of the 19th century, the movement had moved away from the Ruskin-Millais ideals of intense observational realism and moral commitment. It had drifted towards an airy-fairy religiose symbolism. Byam Shaw recovered some of the old ground – just at the point when this kind of art was about to go completely out of fashion, even in Britain. His name is now too small to get into all but the very biggest artdictionaries. But it is preserved in the north London art school that he founded, The Byam Shaw, which exists to this day.
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The chair Pres Paul Kruger used on the cruiser..Ms Gelderland and his hat on the next image On this next link on my blog you can read something interesting. https://chessaleeinlondon.wordpress.com/2007/10/10/13-wives-and-30-children/
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“Boers”…During the Gold Rush…. Image: http://www.kruger2canyons.com/learningcentre/kruger_history_the_gold_rush.php
On this link you will find a list of battlefields near to the bottom of the post.
http://battlefields.kzn.org.za/battlefields/about/2.xml
Another link to visit… http://www.talana.co.za/index.html
Storming of Talana Hill ….F. C. Dickinson from a Sketch made on the spot
From: H. W. Wilson, With the Flag to Pretoria, 1902
Read about Talana Hill on this link:
http://www.pinetreeweb.com/conan-doyle-chapter-05.htm
Read Cecil Grimshaw’s diary…on this link:..http://www.grimshaworigin.org/Webpages2/CecilGrimshaw.htm
18th August… I’ve added lately a lot of links and here’s another:
http://www.ourcivilisation.com/smartboard/shop/indexhi.htm
Add new info…6 Sept 2008
A Boer Girl’s Memories of the War
Hester Johanna Maria Uys
(Interviews with Errol Lincoln Uys,1970)Johanna, or Joey as she was later called, was born in July 1892. Her mother was killed in a train crash in 1896, and Joey and her sister went to live with an uncle and aunt in Bethulie, Orange Free State, Magiel and Lettie Roux. When the Second Anglo-Boer War broke out in October 1899, Magiel joined the Bethulie Commando.
In September 1900, as British troops rolled over the veld, Magiel and thirty commandos attempted to flee the Orange Free State for the Transvaal. Joey and her cousins, the child Magiel and Johann, were in the convoy when it was attacked and captured by the British “Tommies” near Springfontein in the Free State.
We trekked with fourteen wagons, seventy women and children, escorted by thirty Boer commandos. Three days after leaving Bethulie, the Tommies found us.
“O, God, ons is nou gevang!” – (“O, God, now we’re caught!”)
It was daylight. I hid under a wagon. Magiel and Johann lay on the wagon floor. They couldn’t understand what was happening. There was confusion. People screaming. Shouts. “Rooinek vark!” – (“Redneck pig!”)
Women were shooting and killing Tommies. Tant (aunt) Lettie was a crack-shot. She kept firing till she’d no more bullets.
Several Boers were killed. Then we ran out of ammunition. We surrendered with a white flag on a stick.
I still see the red faces of the Tommies. They wore khaki, brass buttons, and leggings. Their heavy boots thudded as they walked.
They gathered our men together and took their guns and horses.
Before they were led away, our commandant warned us to obey the Tommies or be shot.
My uncle said goodbye. We were all crying.
Magiel looked at me. “Never desert her,” he said to my aunt. “If you’ve one crust of bread, break it in half and give it to her.”
As Joey recounted the attack on the wagons to me, she sang a line of an old Boer War song: “Zij geniet die blouwe bergen op die skepe na Ceylon.” — “They enjoy the blue mountains on the ships to Ceylon.”
Magiel went as POW to Sri Lanka where five thousand Boer guerillas were interned during the war. The British shipped four times that number to other camps in India, St. Helena and Bermuda.
At the wagons, the Tommies searched the women and went through their belongings.
The soldiers weren’t cruel. They hadn’t tasted real war yet.
While they searched our stuff, my aunt sat on a trommeltjie filled with bottles of Lennon’s home remedies. The Tommy’s never looked inside the medicine chest.
Tant Lettie had hidden gold sovereigns under the bottles.
After they took our men away, they made us get back into the wagons. We trekked across the veld to a station. We stayed there all night, some lying down, others sitting up in the wagons. In the morning, they pushed us into boxcars.
I couldn’t see anything. There were vents on top and one of these slammed onto my aunt’s head. When the train moved off, the boxcar shook so much we fell against each other.
My mother’s reference to a boxcar is unusual. Most women and children were herded into fetid cattle trucks to be shunted across the Free State under a boiling sun or through frigid nights.
We realized we were going to Bloemfontein.
“You’ll get food, everything you need in the camp,” the Tommies said.
At Bloemfontein, we were placed in carts. We were taken three miles outside town and dumped down on the veld.
They put up bell-tents for us, one next to the other. Hundreds of round tents, far as the eye could see. We met one of Tant (aunt) Lettie’s sisters and stayed together for a while.
A woman in the tent next to us went into labor. Her baby was born that night. The child contracted some disease and died soon after.
We slept on the bare ground. No bedding, no pillows, only some blankets from the wagon. It rained heavily. In the beginning, we didn’t know we had to loosen the tent ropes and let the water run off. We got sopping wet. Tant Lettie and I went outside in the rain. We released the ropes and knocked in the pegs again. It was a quagmire. Exhausted, we lay down in the mud to sleep.
We lit a paraffin lamp in the tent at night. At nine o’clock, all lights had to be out. Women were kicked and beaten if they disobeyed the orders of the Tommies. We obeyed.
We were issued ration cards and stood in line for food. We got meat, sugar, mealie meal, condensed milk. The meat was chilled. Even after cooking, it had chunks of ice in it. We used a paraffin tin outside the tent for a stove, same as a ‘kaffir-koggel ,’ with holes in the sides and irons to hold pots. We collected firewood on a kopje next to the camp. Water was brought from a river by cart. Every morning we stood in line to fill our buckets. We were always short of water.
Tant Lettie, the two boys and Johanna were designated “Undesirables,” a term applied to Boers who don’t go voluntarily into captivity or had family members on commando. “Refugees” described displaced Boers who surrender, the “hands-uppers” and their dependants. The latter are rewarded with a few extra spoonfuls of sugar, condensed milk and the luxury of the occasional potato. In either case, rations are insufficient to stave off starvation and disease.
If we had grievances, we were taken in front of the camp commandant. Usually, we kept quiet. We didn’t want trouble with the Tommies.
During the day, the women visited each other. We walked around the camp. The sun burnt us black. Our shoes wore out. Our clothes were unironed and filthy. Afterwards we got blue soap to wash our things. The toilet was horrible. A big hole with plank seats and sacking around it, you climbed up on top of the planks. No newspaper, no rags.
The camp was lice-infested. I watched Tommies take their leggings off, unwinding them like strips of bandages. They used broken glass to scrape the lice from their legs. My aunt had to cut all my hair off.
There was a church but I don’t remember going to it or to a school begun in the camp. Tant Lettie read to us from the Bible.
Theft was rife. There were fights between women.
Prostitutes carried on with Tommies and Boers in the camp. Most of the men were elderly. One old man called De Wet was a bastard. He wanted to interfere with my aunt. She chased him out of the tent. Tommies also interfered with the women.
I remember a short man with a gray beard. I hated him.
My aunt became friendly with one of the Tommies. She stole someone else’s skirt and walked with him.
Thousands of newcomers arrived at Bloemfontein camp. Thousands became sick. The marquee hospital tents were always full. The doctors worked day and night.
We found pieces of blue stone vitriol in the sugar. Lots of people were poisoned.
People died like rats. Carts came down the rows of tents to pick up the dead. There were funerals every day.
In the eighteen months Johanna and her family were in Bloemfontein concentration camp, the population soared to six thousand three hundred and twenty two. Of this number, one thousand six hundred and ninety-five perished from want and sickness.
British propagandists alleged that Boer mothers were killing their children through their own stupidity and carelessness. When seven-year-old Lizzie van Zyl died of hunger at Bloemfontein, a report said her mother starved her.
Emily Hobhouse, an English activist, spent six months in South Africa from January to June 1901 visiting Bloemfontein and six other camps. She saw Lizzie van Zyl die on an airless April day.
“I used to see her in her bare tent lying on a tiny mattress which had been given her, trying to get air from the raised flap, gasping her life out in the heated tent. Her mother tended her. I got some friends in town to make a little muslin cap to keep the flies from her bare head. I was arranging to get a cart made to draw her into the air in the cooler hours but before wood could be procured, the cold nights came on and she died. I found nothing to show neglect on the mother’s part.”
Emily returned to England to campaign against “a gigantic and grievous blunder caused not by uncaring women but crass male ignorance, helplessness and muddling.” Her militancy brought the scorn of the British people who called her a rebel, a liar, an enemy of the nation, hysterical and worse.
No one hated Emily more than Lord Kitchener, whose troops burnt down 30,000 farm houses, torched a score of towns and interned 116,572 Boers, a quarter of the population.
“It is for their protection against the Kaffirs,” said the British War Secretary, oblivious to the fact that Africans were being armed and encouraged by the English to attack a mutual enemy. Also ignoring the fact that 115,000 “black Boers” were sent to their own concentration camps, loyal servants who saw twelve thousand of their number die.
Miss Hobhouse was banned from visiting the most terrible of all camps that had been established just outside Bethulie, a place name meaning “Chosen by God.” My mother considered it a blessing of the Almighty that they weren’t interned at Bethulie where twelve hundred died in one six-month period from pneumonia and measles and from hunger.
The concentration camps claimed the lives of 27,972 Boers. Of these, 22,074 were children like Lizzie van Zyl.
We guarded the gold sovereigns day and night. After lights out, we slept next to the box where Tant Lettie had hidden the coins.
Women could apply to the camp commandant for a pass to go into Bloemfontein. Tant Lettie went to buy extra food. This was all that kept us alive.
I think of the thousands who died in the camps. I thank God that we survived.
In summer 1902, as Kitchener’s cordon strangled Boer resistance, Tant Lettie got notice that she and the children were going to another camp.
My mother was too young at the time to know why they were moved, whether Tant Lettie’s Tommy friend pulled strings or what other reason was behind the transfer. They went from Bloemfontein to a camp at Kubusie River near Stutterheim in the Eastern Cape, nestled in the green hills of the Amatola Range, a world away from the horrors of the dumping ground at Bloemfontein.
This time, Johanna recalled making the two-hundred-and-fifty mile journey in a cattle truck. According to one report, some of the refugees were supplied with tents, which they ingeniously erected on the beds of railroad cars. Others were covered with tarpaulins like so much baggage.
“The former arrived more contented and less sullen. All were provided with hot water and cocoa en route.”
We were vaccinated on arrival at Kubusie. Our arms swelled up. Magiel and Johann became sick but after a while we were all OK.
We lived in a one-roomed house. A big room with a plank table, plank chairs and three plank beds with straw mattresses.
Our days at Kubusie were happier. Farmers in the district helped the Boers. The camp was small, nothing like Bloemfontein. I don’t recall anyone dying at Kubusie.
A Miss O’Brien taught school in the camp. I learnt English from her. After school, she invited me to her room. My dress was in rags. Miss O’Brien cut up her own clothes to make dresses for me. She taught me how to knit and gave me a ball of wool for a pair of socks.
Who was Miss O’Brien? Was she English or Irish as her name might suggest? Was she one of Emily Hobhouse’s angels of mercy? It matters not, just that she was there, sitting with a child pretty as a flower, teaching her to knit a pair of socks.
Today, the site of Kubusie Concentration Camp has been turned into a car park and the surface area graveled and curbed.
“The socks were yellow,” Johanna said a lifetime later. She never forgot Miss O’Brien’s kindness.
Joey…in the late 1920’s info on this link:
http://www.erroluys.com/BoerWarChildsStory.htm
Gallery of images on this link! some upsetting!
http://angloboer.com/gallery.htm
Update: October 2008…this poem is an Afrikaans poem about the concentration camps…very sad poem, maybe I should try and translate it sometime for English readers…
C. Louis Leipoldt (1880-1947)
In die konsentrasiekamp
Aliwal-Noord, 1901
O, pazienza, pazienza che tanto sostieni! – Dante
Jou oë is nat met die trane van gister;
Jou siel is gemartel, deur smarte gepla;
Van vrede en pret was jy vroeër ’n verkwister;
En nou, wat bly oor van jou rykdomme? Ja,
’n Spreekwoord tot steun – daar’s geen trooswoord beslister:
“Geduld, o geduld, wat so baie kan dra!”
Hier sit jy en koes teen die wind wat daar suie
Yskoud deur die tentseil, geskeur deur die hael –
Jou enigste skuil in die nag teen die buie;
Die Junie-lug stort oor die stroom van die Vaal –
Jy hoor net die hoes van jou kind, en die luie
Gedrup van die reëndruppeltjies oor die paal.
’n Kers, nog maar anderhalf duim voor hy sterwe,
Brand dof in ’n bottel hier vlak naas jou bed.
(’n Kafhuis gee makliker rus: op die gerwe
Daar lê ’n mens sag, en sy slaap is gered!) –
En hier in die nag laat jou drome jou swerwe
’n Aaklige rondte met trane besmet.
Hier struikel die kind wat te vroeg was gebore;
Hier sterwe die oumens te swak vir die stryd;
Hier kom ’n gekerm en gekreun in jou ore;
Hier tel jy met angs elke tik van die tyd;
Want elke sekond’ van die smart laat sy spore
Gedruk op jou hart, deur ’n offer gewyd.
En deur elke skeur in die seil kan jy duister
Die wolke bespeur oor die hemel verbrei;
Geen ster skyn as gids; na geen stem kan jy luister
(Eentonig die hoes van jou kind aan jou sy!)
Wat sag deur die wind in jou ore kom fluister:
“Geduld, o geduld, wat so baie kan ly!”
Vergewe? Vergeet? Is dit maklik vergewe?
Die smarte, die angs het so baie gepla!
Die yster het gloeiend ’n merk vir die eeue
Gebrand op ons volk; en dié wond is te ná –
Te ná aan ons hart, en te diep in ons lewe –
“Geduld, o geduld, wat so baie kan dra!”
–uit: Groot Verseboek, 2000
Die Oorwinnaars
By die kindergrafte uit die Konsentrasiekamp van Nylstroom
Oorwinnaars vir ons volk,
bly u vir al wat beste in ons is ‘n ewig’ tolk;
nooit weer sal vyandsvoet u stof so diep vertrap en smoor
dat ons u langer nie kan sien – en hoor.
Nie onse Helde, wat die magtig’ leër
op glansryk’ velde kon weerstaan en keer;
nie onse Seuns, wat aan die galg en teen die muur
die diepe liefde vir hul eie moes verduur;
nie onse Moeders, wat met bloeiend hart en seer,
in swart Getsemane die ware smart moes leer;
nie onse Generaals, vereer met krans en riddersnoer;
– was waardig vir ons volk die hoë stryd te voer
en te oorwin.
Nie ons, met vuile hand en hart ontrou was waardig
om die vaandel hoog te hou.
Maar u, o bleke spokies, in U kermend’, klagend’ wee,
staan voor ons ewiglik beskermend – uit die lang verlee.
Eugene Marais
Boer internees were separately held from black Africans. There were a total of 45 tented camps built for Boer internees and 64 for black Africans. Of the 28,000 Boer men captured as prisoners of war, 25,630 were sent overseas. The vast majority of Boers remaining in the local camps were women and children, but the camps established for black Africans held large numbers of men as well. A number of the black African internees were used as a paid labour force as they were not considered by the British to be hostile, although they had been forcibly removed from Boer areas. The majority of the black African internees however languished in the camps and suffered a high mortality rate.—so, “apartheid” by the British during the Boer/British war!
Source: HERE The link will open in a new window.
Please click on the image for a larger view
Danie Theron
Danie Theron: The man picked for the job was Danie Theron, who was a lawyer from Krugersdorp. Even before the outbreak of the war he had formed a bicycle corps of Scouts believing that the effectiveness of horse mounted men was being undermined because modern bicycle technology was not being utilized properly.
He made a submission to Transvaal President Paul Kruger and General Joubert requesting the formation of a bicycle corps by pointing out that a horse needs rest and food, whereas a bicycle needs only a pump and oil.
To support his belief in the superiority of the bicycle he had planned a race between a bicycle and a horse from Pretoria to the Crocodile River a distance of 75 km.
The man he picked to ride the bicycle against the horse was cycling champion JP Koos Jooste.
The Cape Argus of 21 June 1900 clearly states that the destitution of these women and children was the result of the English’s plundering of farms: “Within 10 miles we (the English) burned not less than six farm homesteads. Between 30 and 40 homesteads were burned and totally destroyed between Bloemfontein and Boshoff. Many others were also burned down. With their houses destroyed, the women and children were left in the bitter South African winter in the open.” The British history text book says nothing about this.
Read more on this blogentry on another site about the concentration camps on this link which will open in a new window.
Farmers’ houses burnt down.
Another farm house to be burnt down.
An old man sits in front of his house with a few saved belongings. On this next link you can order some books and I’ve found these three images on this link too. The link will open in a new window. The books are in English, but the site in Afrikaans, you can give me a big shout if you need any help with the site! If you click on the link “kontak ons”, on this site where you can order the books, – it means “contact us” – you will find an email address and contact details.
http://www.kraaluitgewers.co.za/boeke/algemeen.html
Lord Alfred Milner – Rothschild front man, executor of the “Scorched Earth Policy” and concentration camps for Boer women and children in 1899-1902; and spokesman for the Royal Institute of International Affairs, which branched into such organizations as the CFR and the Trilateral. His spirit and his legacy lives on in the present genocide of the Boers.
Apartheid is properly the legacy of Britain –- which has been under the control of the Rothschilds and his London Elite for centuries, and which refused to give independence to the Black nations currently within present-day SA, as it did to the cannibal Basuto tribe (Lesotho), and to the Swazis (Swaziland), before forming the Union of South Africa in 1910 out of the two former Boer republics of the Transvaal and the Orange Free State; and her two SA colonies viz: …read more on this link, but be warned, a very upsetting image…on this link.
On the following link: Deirdre Fields – reports on the heroic Boer struggle for survival and self determination.
http://www.davidduke.com/?p=3375
Johanna Brandt
The Boer Republics had no organised force. In the event of war against natives or against some foreign Power, the burghers were called up from their farms, the husbands, fathers, sons of the nation, to fight for home and fatherland. This left the women and children unprotected on the farms, but not unprovided for, for it is an historical fact that the Boer women in time of war carried on their farming operations with greater vigour than during times of peace. Fruit trees were tended, fields were ploughed, and harvests brought in with redoubled energy, with the result that crops increased and live-stock multiplied.
Read on the Gutenberg-link more from the book written by Johanna Brandt.
The following update: 26/9/09 – from an Afrikaans blogger and her grandma who survived the Irene Concentration camp and she blogged today about things her grandma told her when she was little. I will translate for you in short.
Trisia says the following: Her grandad was put in jail and they were given food with worms in it. After the war he worked for a sjieling per day to reconstruct/rebuild the burnt-down farms. Her grandma told her some gruesome stories and one is where the English took her little cat, swung it on its tail and smashed it against the wall. [POOR KITTY!] Also, they took her grandma’s dolls and burnt it with all their other stuff. [I can imagine their grusame smiles on their faces while doing it] Please find “Maankind”-s link (Trisia) if you want to read the entry on her blog – of course it is in Afrikaans only.
Oupa het graag vertel hoe hy as seun saam geveg het, en van sy hoed met die koeëlgaatjie in waar hy rakelings aan die dood ontkom het. Sy baadjie se moue het te kort geword gedurende die oorlog, en ek sien steeds die prentjie van die rankerige boerseun met die baadjie met driekwart moue in my kop. Hy het ook grusame verhale vertel van sy verblyf in die tronk as rebel, en van die wurms in die sop. Dan ook hoe hulle later na die oorlog op die paaie gewerk het teen ‘n “sieling” ‘n dag om hulle plase weer te kon opbou.
Ouma se stories was meer hartseer. Sy het die oorlog as dogtertjie beleef, wat gehuil het oor haar poppie, wat die Engelsman gegryp het en in die vuur geslinger het, en hoe hulle moes staan en kyk hoe hulle huis met alles daarin, in vlamme opgaan.
Wanneer ouma se oë sonder uitsondering vol trane geraak het, en haar stem gebewe het, is elke keer as sy vertel hoe die “Ingelsman haar katjie gegryp het en aan sy agterpootjies geswaai het, en sy koppie teen die muur papgeslaan het.
http://maankind.wordpress.com/2009/09/25/anglo-boereoorlog/#comment-41
new: 3/10/09
Woman also fought this war…image: Life.com
Article here: http://www.africancrisis.co.za/Article.php?ID=59477
Please click on the image for a clearer view
25th December 2009
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY
South of the Line, inland from far Durban,
A mouldering soldier lies—your countryman.
Awry and doubled up are his gray bones,
And on the breeze his puzzled phantom moans
Nightly to clear Canopus: “I would know
By whom and when the All-Earth-gladdening Law
Of Peace, brought in by that Man Crucified,
Was ruled to be inept, and set aside?
And what of logic or of truth appears
In tacking ‘Anno Domini’ to the years?
Near twenty-hundred liveried thus have hied,
But tarries yet the Cause for which He died.”
Christmas-eve 1899. – Source:
marksrichardson.wordpress.com/2009/12/25/the-amusement-of-the-dead%e2%80%93%e2%80%93at-our-errors-or-at-our-wanting-to-live-on-xmas-day-1890-thomas-hardys-christmas-verse/
Update: A great entry to read:
Rothschild’s British Concentration Camps: Way Back When, It Was A Means To Usurp/Destroy The Gold/Silver Standard ~ Only Then To Be Replaced By Rothschild’s Keynesian Economics ‘Derivative Fiat Paper’
Online reading about the ‘Groot Trek’ – The Great Trek – in English
http://www.ourcivilisation.com/smartboard/shop/ransford/index.htm
Online reading: ‘Commando’
A Boer Journal Of The Boer War by Deneys Reitz (1929)
http://www.ourcivilisation.com/smartboard/shop/reitzd/commando/index.htm
Please click HERE to visit the Canadian site about the Boer War to read more. There is also a short movie and this link will open in a new window.
This is a link to a quick time movie : http://www.filmarchive.org.nz/archive_presents/boerwar/qt_BoerWar.html
http://www.filmarchive.org.nz/archive_presents/boerwar/firstpictureshow.html
Follow this link to read about the “stalemated” Boer/British War and you will find a link to the Canadian War museum. The link will open in a new window.
On my blog HERE you can read about the Boer/British-War and Melrose House . The link will open in a new window. On this link you can also read about the role my great grandad played during the war.
A very good site about the Boer-war HERE …the link will open in a new window.
Please click HERE to read the complete online book of Arthur Conan Doyle about the Boer War…the link will open in a new window.
I’ve also started a new post on the Boer War as I’ve decided this post is now stuffed with too much info, I lost myself here and tried to find myself again…with Churchill on board of a train…[hehe] the following link is my new link and it will open in a new window.
https://chessaleeinlondon.wordpress.com/2009/12/29/churchill-makes-me-smile/
New link: 2 December 2009 – lots of photos about the concentration camps toohttp://www.allatsea.co.za/abw/index.htm
new: 26/9/09 – and 3/10/09
Another link to read
http://elliotlakenews.wordpress.com/2007/03/17/british-concentration-camps/
‘How Botha Saved the Union in South Africa’
Click HERE to read…about Genl. Botha…the link will open in a new window.
Chessalee 
I am trying to contact a Pieter and Leone’ Spies from South Africa. I met them in 1981, near Las Vegas, Nevada. If you are Leone, or know them, please contact me. Than you. Doug Houck, Seattle Washington
Hi Dough! I will pass the message on to them..I do have their email! Have you seen Leone’s art on my blog?
[…] THIS LINK and on THIS link you can read more about the British/Boer-War. You can also view some War-Art… and HERE you can […]
Hi,
I am IB student in The Netherlands. I am writing my extended essay on the Boer War focusing on the concentration camps, the causes of and consequences of them and naturally I am covering literature from the concentration camps. I was wondering if there was any specific poems you would reccomend that I look that that either convey the life in the concentration camp very well or had a large affect on public opinion at the time etc.
Cheers,
Suzie
hi Suzie
That sounds really very interesting! I wish I could read your essay! I wonder if you could email it to me once your done with it? my email address: chessalee2468(at)gmail(dotcom) I would like to suggest that you go to the following blog…http://365spore.blogspot.com and leave a message. That blog is really great and I think the owner of the blog might be able to help you. The poems I’m aware of is about the War and I think there should be poems written about the camps. I will also go to her blog and leave her a message. I’m here in London, so I don’t really have resources available to help you more and would really LOVE to help you more. If I were in South Africa now, I would eg go to a library to find you what you need…but meanwhile I will also search the internet and I might just be successful. Hope to see you back soon! Suzie…just found this link…with poems in English…really great poems…hope it helps a little bit! I will also put the link in the post…
http://www.appiusforum.com/hellkamp.html
Hi Suzie…I’ve added info from this site to this post…and I hope RoosMaryn from 365Spore would be able to help us too…i’ve also discovered that this link doesn’t exist anymore…SAD…therefore I’ve copied the info on my blog from appiusforum…coz they got their info from this site too…and I don’t want this info to go walkies again from another site…
http://www.boer.co.za/boerwar/hellkamp.htm
[…] THIS LINK on my blog, you can read more about the Boer […]
Hallo Meisiekind/ Nikita,
As jy my kan help met die nodige sal ek verheug wees asb.? Ek soek inligting oor die gedagtes van ‘n boere kryger. Rede is dat ek aan ‘n toneelstuk werk en ek die emosie van die boere man, die gebreekte gees wil uitdra na buite. So as jy my kan help sal ek bly wees.
Groete Pierre
Click to access Oorlog3.pdf
Hallo Pierre…Jong! Ek sal wat wil gee om jou te kan help! Ek is besig om die internet te “scan” om te sien wat ek kry! Ek het die pdf gekry en ongelukkig het ek nie tyd om alles in detail te lees nie, dit begin met die fokus op die vrouens tydens die oorlog…ek dink as mens skrywers/boeke/verhale kan kry waarin daar geskryf word kan vind. Mikro word genoem, as ek reg onthou. Ook, as jy na hierdie RoosMaryn se blog toe kan gaan…http://365spore.blogspot.com (haar blog is op my “educational” blogroll regs op my blog…dis gelys as “365spore” en vir haar vra of sy dalk bronne het. Haar blog is vreeslik interessant! Ongelukkig het ek net die internet hier en is ek nie in SA waar ek naby biblioteke en plekke is nie, maar ook sal ek BAIE graag meer van jou toneelstuk wil weet!! Groete!!
Hallo Nikita!
Al lyk dit so, het ek darem nie regtig heeltemal van die aardbol af verdwyn nie.
Sover dit binne my vermoe is, sal ek jou en wie ook al help. Solank as wat julle net tyd en geduld het aangesien ek op die oomblik tot oor my ore toegegooi is met nasienwerk. Vir die volgende paar weke sal dit baie woes gaan. Stuur maar ‘n epos.
Groete RM
Hallo jy,
Dankie dat jy my terug laat weet het. Wil by jou hoor, aangesien jy Afrikaans in jou bloed het, het jy van die film “Ouma se Slim Kind” gehoor of gesien? Wel ek was betrokke daarby en Gustav Kuhn die skrywer het al so drie jaar terug op een van my idees begin herkou saam met my.
Dit het eers begin met ‘n naam nl. “ESAU BRITZ”. Natuurlik die idee van Esau in die moderne wereld. Sy gedagtes ens., maar toe ek een dag weer na Bok van Blerk se liedjie luister en ek weer die Boer in my voel opstaan het ek Esau oorgegooi na Veldkornet Esau Britz toe. Ek het aan die ou gesit en dink en wat hy moes voel toe hy alles verloor het en ek het sy seer so erg gevoel dat ek begin huil het en ek is nie klein nie. Dus het ek geweet dat dit die drama sou wees.
Maar ek moet byvoeg dat ek nie net van haat skryf nie maar ook die versoening na die tyd.
Ek wil nie nou te veel se nie, net dit dat Totius se “vergewe en vergeet” ‘n aanduiding in n sekere mate is van wat in die drama aangaan.
Maar ek belowe dat ek jou die skrywe sal wys as hy eers klaar is.
Groete Pierre
ns: bly uitkyk en hou jou ore oop vir as jy iets kry asb?
Hallo RoosMaryn…ek sal jou ‘n email stuur sodra ek ‘n kansie het..my skouers is effe seer gebrand en ek is nie baie beweeglik op die oomblik nie…moet dinge maar “stadig” doen hier in die huis as gevolg van die seer verbrande lyf…sien my pos oor “what a mix”…lol!
Hi Pierre…ek ken nie die film nie…watter jaar? as dit na 2001 is, sal ek hom glad nie ken nie… en dit klink na ‘n baie goeie idee wat jy beet het! Ek sal die komende naweek help soek na inligting op die net, maar ek dink RoosMaryn is die persoon wat jou meer sal kan help…dink ek… as jy vir my jou epos gelos het, sal ek jou via email kontak en dan kan ek dalk (met jou toestemming) dit vir RoosMaryn aanstuur…
Is daar iewers op die internet inligting oor die film?
Groete! N
Hallo jy…die film is 2004 geskiet as ek reg is met my tyd. Hier is vir jou ‘n ander mail adres wat julle kan gebruik, ek sukkel partykeer met die vorige een. Dus kan jy altwee gebruik en kyk van waar ek af reply. Jy het my toestemming om dit aan te gee na roosmaryn toe.
En voor ek vergeet daar is ‘n paar plekke op die net waar jy oor die film kan gaan lees.
Hallo Pierre….baie dankie…ek sal beide van julle die naweek kontak via email..en ek het sommer dadelik die webbladsy gekry oor die film! Ek gaan beslis ‘n bloginskrywing daaroor maak!!! Dit lyk verskriklik oulik! baie mooi foto’s ook! Dankie weereens!
Hallo Meisiekind,
Ja ek moet se ek het die film geniet en as jy vat dat dit maar ‘n “low budget” film was, het dit nie te sleg gedoen nie.
Maar dit is maar net die begin van herlewing in die afrikaanse kunste, my opinie.
Sien jou later, groete
pierre
Hi Pierre… email gestuur, hoop dis OK!
Nikita wat ‘n fantastiese inskrywing, briljant nagevors met baie goeie skakels!!
Ek het nou net een van jou links hierbo gaan lees:
http://www.stopboergenocide.com/4466.html
Dit is ongelooflik wat ek daar gesien het, ek is sommer hartseer!
Vandag is ook die dag wat Verwoerd vermoor was.
Roosmaryn het pragtige foto’s opgesit!
hi Wipneus…Dankie! ek het so pas nuwe inligting gekry en opgesit…wil graag dit self lees…’n onderhoud met ‘n vrou wat ‘n kind van so 7 gedurende die kamp-tyd was en ek het alles net so gecopy van daardie site af…Ek wou se vandag is vir my so ‘n “bekende” dag…vra juis vanoggend vir hubby hoekom voel dit so ‘n “belangrike dag”…ek sal gaan inloer by haar…! ek LIEF vir Verwoerd, het ook iewers ‘n inskrywing oor hom op my blog…seker ‘n jaar terug..
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Hi jy.
Jip ek was lank stil want ek sukkel so bietjie met die toneelstuk. Sien die begin en einde was maklik maar die middel gedeelte het my gevang. Ek glo ek het wel ‘n oplossing en dit is nou waar jy met jou kennis gaan inkom, maar om jou meer te vertel wat my idee is het ek weer jou mail adres nodig want ek het n virus op die rekenaar gehad en my inligting is weg.
Hoop dit gaan goed daar en het julle ook die vloede by julle?
As jy gaan mail, ek soek name van digters in en na die boere oorlog aseblief.
Groete Pierre
Hallo Pierre!
Bly om jou weer hier te sien en van jou te hoor! Wou jou juis ‘n paar dae gelede gekontak het om te hoor hoe dinge gaan! Ek mail jou met name, hang net aan daardie tak waar jy is! 🙂
Kan iemand my asseblief help om inligting oor boererate te bekom. Het dit dringend nodig asseblief.
Groete
Vera
Hallo Vera..welkom hier! ongelukkig klop jy daarmee aan die verkeerde deur, ek het die internet bietjie gesearch om te sien of ek vir jou iets kry, maar net ‘n paar links gekry met nie veel op nie, dalk moet jy so ‘n search doen en dan vir daardie ouens kontak en vra of hulle nie meer inligting het nie. Jammer! op een site het ek selfs ‘n boek gekry – so het dit vir my gelyk – maar geen link om hom te bestel nie, slegs ‘n titel en lyk my die ou wat die boek saamgestel het. Ek glo dat as jy in SA is, dit vir jou redelik maklik sal wees om iewers iets te kry. Ek hoop jy kom reg! (o ja, ek het net die term “boererate” in die search gesit)
Baie goeie inligting op die bladsy,behalwe dat daar nie so iets bestaan soos ‘n swart Boer nie.Hy het sy herkoms het dit nou zulu,xhosa of watookal is.Stem saam met jou oor die Afrikaner en boer debat.Hulle is twee verskillende tipes.
Ek het respek vir die swartes wat saam met ons voorvaders gestaan het in die oorlog.Ek glo ook dat die Boer nou voor sy derde vryheidstryd staan.Ons word nou stelselmatig van ons lewe,geloof,kultuur en taal geroof.
Ek moet se dat daar is ‘n redelike oplewing op die internet en in instansies wat betref ons kultuur en herkoms.
hi Jacobus en baie welkom hier, dankie vir jou inset ook! Ja, hulle het ‘n herkoms, maar in Afrikaans sal jy praat van ‘n “boer”… het jy ‘n ander benaming vir ‘n Zulu/Xhosa ens wat boer? Wat jy se is waar, dat ons geroof word en ek sal meer wou byvoeg. Oor die oplewing stem ek ook saam, dis waar mense voel hulle het ‘n “plek” om te se wat hulle wil en te doen wat hulle goed/reg vind en ook so om ander in te lig. – behoorlik in te lig – en ek glo daar kan baie van ons die Internet gebruik/misbruik om dit te doen, maar mense moet dit ook in Engels doen, want hoe anders kan jy die “ander” oningeligtes behoorlik inlig as jy dit slegs in Afrikaans doen.
[…] https://chessaleeinlondon.wordpress.com/2007/09/23/boer-war-art-poetry-and-history/ On 16 December 1838 where a meagre force of 470 Voortrekkers defeated an army of ten thousand Zulus under the command of Dingane. Only three Voortrekkers were wounded, and some 3,000 Zulu warriors were killed. After suffering heavy losses at the hands of the warriors of Zulu King Dingane (c. 1795-1840), a Voortrekker commando advanced against the former in December 1838. As it was evident that they would be faced by superior enemy numbers, the Voortrekkers were induced by A.W.J. Pretorius (1798-1853) and S.A. Cilliers (1801-1871), to enter into a covenant with God. Its exact words were not recorded, but eyewitnesses’ later versions concurred that God had been requested to assist them in vanquishing the Zulu Army. Should they be victorious, the Voortrekkers undertook that they and their descendants would annually dedicate the day of the conquest to the glory of God alone. The Battle of Blood River took place on 16 December 1838, marking the Voortrekkers’ desired victory. On the same day, the Covenant was fulfilled for the first time on the very battlefield. Thus the oldest Afrikaner national celebration, later known as Dingaan’s Day or Day of the Covenant, came about. Initially the Covenant was commemorated in a small way by families and religious associates. In 1864 the General Synod of the Afrikaners’ Natal Churches agreed that 16 December would henceforth be celebrated as ecclesiastical day of thanksgiving by all its congregations. This was the result of the efforts of two Dutch clergymen and supporters of Revival Theology, namely Revs. D.P.M. Huet (1827-1895) and F.L. Cachet (1835-1899). In 1865 the Executive Counsel of the South African Republic declared 16 December to be a public holiday in this Boer Republic. During the Anglo Transvaal (1880-1881) and Anglo Boer Wars (1899-1902), the commemoration of the Covenant inspired Afrikaners. The celebrations acquired a deeply nationalistic significance. A growing number of Covenant ceremonies were annually being organised throughout the Boer Republics and northern Natal. In 1894 the Government of the Free State also declared 16 December to be a public holiday. English-speaking compatriots and members of other races in general attached little importance to the Covenant, normally utilising 16 December for recreational purposes only. In 1910 an act was passed by Parliament according to which 16 December would be celebrated as a national holiday (Dingaan’s Day) throughout the Union of South Africa, as of 1911. […]
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Great info
hi Girl, thanks for your comments and welcome to my blog
Stunning. ‘n Skatkis van inligting, gedigte en kunswerke. Ek is seker jy sal “Songs of the Veld and other poems” terdeë geniet. Kry dit gerus by Kalahari.net – dis die goedkoopste waar ek dit gesien het. Ek was bevoorreg om ‘n kopie direk van Marthinus van Bart te bekom by die Cederberg kunstefees. ‘n Aangrypende en boeiende vertelling.
Die gedigte is in Engels, en is ‘n nalatenskap van hoe nie alle Engelse die oorlog goedgekeur het nie. Die bundel is tot onlangs nog nooi in Suid-Afrika gelees nie. Vragvol is by die hawens onderskep en verban.
Mens sou inderdaad van “swart boer” kon praat by name byvoorbeeld John Tengo Jabavu, wat die dagblad “Imvo Zabantshundu’ besit het. Sy neid teenoor Rhodes sou hom daardie benaming besorg het.
Ek voeg ‘n verwysing hiernatoe by my inskrywing oor Rhodes.
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Hi Emil
Ek is bly jy’t dit geniet. Dankie vir daardie verwysing, ek het Amazon probeer, hulle se hy is nie beskikbaar nie, gelukkig het ek al iets deur Kalahari bestel, dus gaan dit maklik en gou wees om dit te doen, hulle was nogal flink die vorige keer met die bestelling uit SA uit. Jy het my behoorlik opgewonde. Dis verbasend om te sien hoeveel SA-literatuur opkom as jy daardie search by Amazon doen. In elk geval, dankie vir jou kuier en ek sal die link opvolg. 🙂
Dankie vir al die informasie oor julle boere geskiedenis.
Baie interessant, een waar skatkis vir historici.
hi Tony! Dit was ‘n plesier. Ek is bly jy het dit ook geniet.
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Ek is besig om ‘n boek te skryf oor die onstaan van Pretoria en oor beide die 1ste & 2de Vryheidsoorloe. Enige advies vir inligting sal hoog op prysgestel word
hi Clive
Baie welkom hier en ek dink jy gaan baie interessante inligting vir ons bymekaar kan sit! My geskiedenis dosent by die Pretoria Onderwyskollege was ‘n interessante man en hy kon vir ons die wonderlikste goed van Pretoria uitpak, ons het behoorlik aan sy lippe gehang, hy was ook my Museumkunde dosent. As ek nou net sy naam/van kan onthou! – ek sal moet bietjie gaan dink-
http://www.pta-gardens.co.za/history.htm
Hierdie link het nogal brokkies oulike inligting, maar dalk het jy dit ook al opgespoor. Al wat ek kan voorstel is maar om die internet deur te search..enige moontlike search engine terme gebruik waaraan jy kan dink en dan ander bronne raadpleeg. Ook as jy Universiteite/Kolleges se Geskiedenisdepartemente besoek en daar met die ouens gaan gesels. Ek is seker jy gaan baie mense kry wat vir jou baie waardevolle inligting kan gee as jy vir hulle sê waarmee jy besig is.
http://www.churchsquare.org.za/content/museumOntstaan.html
Kyk net na hierdie link ook!
Sterkte met jou boek en laat ons weet sodra die boek gepubliseer is wat die titel ens is, ek sal graag belangstel!
Ek sal graag meer wil hoor i.s. organisasies betrokke by die herinner van die 2de Vryheidsoorlog. Ek is tans besig om navorsing te doen vir twee boeke wat ek skryf oor:
1. Die ontstaan van Pretoria
2. Die 1ste en 2de Vryheidsoorlog
Hi Clive…ek dink die bogenoemde twee links gaan jou klaar bietjie help asook wat ek voorgestel het. As jy ook Wikipedia gebruik (wees versigtig vir Wikipedia want ENIGE persoon kan daar inligting gaan neerplak en “edit”…dus is hy nie meer so betroubaar soos voorheen nie) en die links opvolg wat hulle gewoonlik het waar hulle hul inligting vandaan kry…die bronnelys.
Jy sal ook van Wêreldkatalogusse gebruik kan maak – ek dink Sabinet is ‘n voorbeeld – maar jy moet geregistreer wees by byna almal van hulle om toegang te hê tot inligting.
http://www.archive.org/details/cityofpretoriadi00sout
Op hierdie link sal jy ‘n PDF kry van Pretoria…’n boek wat jy kan aflaai.
hey ek doen ‘n kunswerk en ek het eintlik kom prente oor ceylon soek en toe kom ek op die stukkie goud af en dis fantasties!!!!
ek gaan sommer nou ‘n ander tema kies om uit te beeld. jy sien ek moet ‘n afrikaanse gedig vat en dan ‘n skildery maak van wat ek in my kop sien as ek dit lees… en die webwerf het my nou so baie geinspireer!!!
Jy doen wonderlike werk!!! veelen danke.
hi Mandz
Baie welkom hier op my blog!
Ek is bly ek kon jou uithelp hier en baie dankie vir jou positiewe kommentaar. Ek sou baie, baie graag jou voltooide kunswerk wou sien. As daar ‘n manier is om dit vir my te laat sien sal ek bly wees! Al is dit ‘n foto per email! – dan kan ek dit dalk blog met hierdie inskrywing!
Dear Nikita
At times some people have made a mockery of what really hapened at the battle of Blood River. I see that Blood river has been discussed on this page. Some say that the covenant does not mean anything. The facts speak for themselve and here is my Afrikaans and English poem of that battle.
Bloedrivier
In hulle duisende het hulle vergader
en hulle spiespunte blink,
terwyl die son se eerste strale
oor die vlakte vou.
In die laer drink die manne koffie
en eet biltong en vergader
om uit die woord te lees,
te bid en ‘n heilige gelofte
met die Almagtige God te sluit
om ‘n oorweldigende vyand te stuit.
Uit die mis ruis hulle op
en die impi vorm
in al sy geveg linies in,
soos ‘n stormsee
waarvan die golwe
dreigend regmaak om te verpletter.
By elke wa is daar doringtakke
en daar’s vier honderd en sewintig boere
met hulle voorlaaiers gereed,
terwyl vrouens en kinders
lood by vure smelt
en hulle vreesloos op die vyand wag.
Hulle oorlogskrete hang bloedstollend
en Abatagati weergalm
soos donderslae uit duisende kele,
terwyl die impi op die waens
moorddadig afstorm
en spiese soos ‘n swerm bye
die lug vul
en dodelik neerdaal.
Skiet en laai en skiet
word aanhoudend herhaal
en geweer lope gloei rooi warm,
terwyl duisende byna onkeerbaar
aanhou afstorm om te steek
en dood te slaan.
Tog hoor die Heer
en word duisende
in hulle spore gekeer
en voor die duister nag kom
is die rivier se water bloed
en op die slagveld
sterf drie duisend Zulu krygers
en Umhlela en Dambuza
en hulle hele impi
is verslaan
en niemand kan as oorwinnaars
na Dingaan toe teruggaan.
[Verwysings: Abatagati=> “Saan dood die towenaars.” Umhlela en Dambuza=> Kapteins van Dingaan.=> Dingaan se generale. Impi=> Zulu leer. By Isandlwana is 1329 Britse soldate dood en by Rorke’s Drift was elf mense as helde vereer en nog kon hulle nie die dood keer, waar slegs drie voortrekkers by Bloedrivier gewond was en hulle geloof teen ’n oormag in God gegrond was.]
Blood River
They came in thousands
and their spear points glitter,
while the sun’s first rays
folds over the plain.
In the laager the men are drinking coffee
and are eating biltong and gather,
to read out of the bible
and to pray
and make a holy oath and covenant
with the Almighty God
to stop an overwhelming foe.
Out of the fog they rise
and the impi forms
in into all its battle lines,
like a storm sea
of which the waves gather ominous
to smash to pieces.
At every wagon there’s thorn branches
and four hundred and seventy Boer farmers
stand with their flintlock guns,
while the women and children
are melting lead at the fires
and they wait fearless on the enemy.
Their war cries hangs chilling
and Abatagati resounds
like thunder out thousands of mouths,
while the impi
storms in a killing frenzy to the wagons
and spears like a swarm of bees
fill the air
and descent deadly.
Shooting and loading
are repeated without end
and rifle barrels get red hot,
while thousands storm almost unstoppable
to spear and bash dead.
The Lord hears
and thousands are stopped
in their tracts
and before the dark night comes
the river’s water is blood
and on the battle field
three thousand Zulu warriors are dead
and Umhlela and Dambuza
and their whole impi,
is destroyed
and there is nobody
to return to Dingaan.
[References: Abatagati=> Kill the magicians. Dingaan=> Zulu king. Umhlela and Dambuza=>Captain’s of Dingaan.=> Dingaan’s generals. Impi=> Zulu army. At Isandlwana 1329 British soldiers died en and at Rorke’s Drift eleven people were declared heroes and still they could not stop death against the Zulu impi. Only three Boer Voortrekkers were wounded at Blood River and they had faith in a Almighty God.]
Gert Strydom
Hi Gert
Thank you, you are very talented. I like your poetry and it is very straight-forward and tells the facts like it happened.
That is why this post is about poetry/art/war…as what happened is now visualised in a piece of art or a poem (which is another form of art). We can not hide the truth and the facts. Things happened and art is one way to get rid of our feelings. Thank you for your contribution to this post!
Hi Gert…ek het iewers op my blog ‘n inskrywing oor Bloedrivier, dus sal ek jou gedig ook daar gaan plaas.
Gert Strydom has left me this poem on my “Poems/Gedigte”-page and I want to copy it here too.
Briljant. Ek het nie woorde vir die werk wat jy hier ingesit het nie.
Mag hierdie bewaar bly vir almal wat inligting hieroor soek.
hi Maankind, dankie, ek moet se ek kan ook nie se hoe lank dit my geneem het nie, want ek bly opdateer soos ek op nuwe inligting afkom, maar moet ook se dat ek lanklaas nuwe links bygesit het – ek dink nie ek het die afgelope jaar iets bygesit nie. Ek moet ook se dat ek dit baie geniet het en stimulerend gevind het.
Dear Nikata
Here’s some more poems in English and Afrikaans, that I think could have a place on this great web site. Maybe there’s some great power still, in the legends of past heroes and battles won by our forefathers.
a Brave Boer boy
At Italeni the bushes come alive
and abound with a horde of Zulu’s,
of which the spears glitter
and some are at the peak
of a hillock
and others on the plane.
Blood and fat
are spread over their faces
and they are raging
and in a blood thirsty trance
and scream luring
and tipple with a ritteltit war dance
and clubs and shields,
are thrown into the air
while spears flash into the air.
In the cloudless blue sky
an eagle flies past screaming,
while Boer horsemen
are riding past with guns at the ready.
Father and son gallop next to each other
and the hoofs of the horses hang thundering,
as far as they go.
When the first Zulu’s are in striking distance
they fire at them
and the front warriors fall
and the rest turns about
and run into the bushes
and cliffs.
The commando breaks into smaller groups
and the fleeing Zulu impi
are followed
and Dirk rides side to side with his dad,
to help the Malan brothers
where they are trapped in the cliffs.
Suddenly a whole impi of murderously mad Zulu’s
are around them
and Piet Uys’s gun
is jammed
and he stops to fix it
and out of the air a spear falls
that penetrates him.
He tell his men to ride away
but Dirkie wants to stay
and he rides only a hundred steps away,
when he hears the war cry
of a lot of Zulu’s
that storm to his father.
Horse and son becomes one
and horse and son
burst galloping through the Zulu’s
and he shoots three down,
but he is murderously
speared from his horse
and one flintlock gun that breaks
cannot stop a horde of spears.
Father and son lies together
while a Zulu impi
dances with joy up and down
and in the bright blue sky
an Eagle screams while it passes
while death
embraces both men.
At times when a storm
rises over that long hillock
people hear horse hoofs
rushing over the earth
and a rifle that thunders,
while shadows
threaten and creep nearer
and the cry of an Eagle
sounds over the cliffs.
[Reference: The heroic story of Dirkie Uys. Impi=> a Zulu army.]
‘n Dapper boerseun
By Italeni kry die bosse lewe
en krioel met ‘n magdom Zoeloes,
waarvan die spiese glim
en sommige is teen die hang
van ‘n heuwel
en ander op die vlakte.
Bloed en vet
is oor hulle gesigte gesmeer
en hulle is opgesweep
en in ‘n bloeddorstige trans
en skreeu uitlokkend
en trippel met ‘n ritteltit oorlog dans
en knop kieries en skilde
word omhoog gegooi
terwyl spiese blitsig deur die lug steek.
In die wolklose helder blou lug
vlieg ‘n Arend skreeuend verby,
terwyl boere ruiters
met gewere gereed ry.
Pa en seun galop langs mekaar
en perde hoewe hang donderend,
so vêr as wat hulle gaan.
Toe die eerste Zoeloes in trefafstand is,
word daar op hulle losgebrand
en die voorste krygers val
en die res swaai om
en storm weg die bosse
en klowe in.
Die kommando breek in kleiner groepe op
en die vlugtende Zoeloe impi
word agterna gesit
en Dirk ry sy aan sy met sy pa
om die Malan broers te hulp te snel
waar hulle in ‘n kloof vasgekeer is.
Skielik is ‘n hele impi moordmal Zoeloes
reg rondom hulle
en Piet Uys se geweer weier
om af te gaan
en hy stop om dit reg te kry
en uit die lug val ‘n spies
wat dwarsdeur hom steek.
Hy sê aan sy manne om te ry
maar Dirkie wil bly
en hy ry net ‘n honderd tree weg,
toe hy die krygskreet
van ‘n klomp Zoeloes hoor
wat op sy Pa afstorm.
Perd en seun word een
en perd en seun
bars galoppend tussen Zoeloes deur
en hy skiet drie plat,
maar hy word moorddadig
van sy perd af gesteek
en een voorlaaier wat breek
kan nie ‘n horde spiese keer nie.
Pa en seun lê daar bymekaar
terwyl ‘n Zoeloe impi in vreugde
op en af by hulle dans
en in die helder blou lug
vlieg ‘n Arend skreeuend verby
terwyl die dood
twee dapper manne kry
Soms as die onweer met skemerte
oor daardie lang bergrand opsteek
hoor mens perde hoewe
oor die aarde dreun
en ‘n geweer wat donder
terwyl skaduwees
dreigend nader beweeg
en die kreet van ‘n Arend
weergalm oor die kranse heen.
[Verwysing: Die helde verhaal van Dirkie Uys.]
The battle of Majuba Hill
With Major General Sir George Pomeroy in command
the Hussars, Gordon Highlanders, 60th rifles
and a contingent of the naval brigade,
climbed Majuba hill
and was in battle forced down
the back again.
At dawn the British army
had taken the steep hill
and the Boer commando’s camp
laid on the plain below
and Major General Sir George Pomeroy,
was just a bit to comfortable
with their position on the summit
and the Boers were at their mercy,
or so they thought.
The Boers saw British soldiers
on top of Majuba hill
waving the Union Jack
and under cover,
they started to climb
the steep slopes.
On a February late summer day
the Boer commando
blended with their farming clothes
into the field, into the hill.
Every rock and crevice,
every redoubt and counterscarp
was a natural hiding place
to lay siege on that Majuba hill.
The British infantry wore red jackets
and blue trousers
and white pith helmets on their heads
and was a fine example,
of an invading Super power’s military might.
They thought what damage could a
citizen force militia in jackets,
trousers and slouch hats
with hunting rifles do,
against a empire’s
well trained soldiers?
What they did forget,
was they were facing
a nation of exceptional men
who fought savage men and cruel beasts
to make a living
and every one a great marksman.
In integrity the Boers prayed
and believing in God,
climbed that hill
in broad daylight.
George Pomeroy was dead
shot thought the head
and accurate shots rang out
while fire and movement tactics
turned that battlefield into a slaughtering
and British soldiers died one by one
and tried to flee
down the rear slope.
All of Great Britain’s victories before
never prepared that empire,
for the treatment that it got
from a bunch of hard-bitten farmers
that believed in the power of God
and brandished modern rifles.
[Reference: The battle of Majuba Hill. Battle between the Transvaal (ZAR) republic and Great Britain on 27 February 1881 in South Africa, which won the first Anglo-Boer war. “Three Boer groups were led by Field Cornet Stephanus Roos, Commandant D.J.K. Malan and Commandant Joachim Ferreira against Major General George Pomeroy.” It consisted of about 400-500 Boer farmers in a citizen force militia against 405 British infantry. On the side of the Boers 1 was dead and 5 wounded and of the British 92 were dead (including their General), 134 wounded and 59 captured.]
Die slag van Majuba
Met Generaal Majoor George Pomeroy in bevel
het die Hussars, Gordon Highlanders, 60ste gewere
en ‘n kontingent van die vloot brigade
op Majuba berg geklim
en in oorlog
het hulle by die agterkant af gevlug.
Met skemeroggend het die Britse leer
die steil berg ingeneem
en die Boere kommando se kamp
was op die plein aan die onderkant
en Generaal Majoor George Pomeroy,
was net ‘n bietjie te gerus
met hulle posisie op die piek
en die Boere se lot het in hulle hande gerus,
of so het hulle geglo.
Die Boere het Britse soldate
bo op Majuba berg die Union Jack
sien waai
en onder beskutting,
het hulle die steil hange
begin klim.
Op ‘n Februarie somer dag
het die boere kommando
met hulle plaas klere
in die veld, die bergrant ingesmelt.
Elke klip en split en reet,
elke veldkrans en teenwal
was ‘n natuurlike wegkruip plek
om beslag op daardie Majuba berg te lê.
Die Britse infanterie het rooi baadjies
en blou broeke gedra,
met wit spits helmette op hulle koppe
en was ‘n goeie voorbeeld
van ‘n invallende Super land se miletêre mag.
Hulle het gedink
watse skade kan ‘n burgermag in jasse,
broeke en plat hoede
met jag gewere doen,
teen ‘n ryk
se goed opgeleide soldate?
Wat hulle vergeet het
was dat hulle, hulleself rig
teen ‘n nasie van uitsonderlike mans
wat barbare en wilde diere beveg het
om ‘n lewe te maak
en elkeen ‘n skerpskutter was.
In integriteit het die Boere gebid
en vertouend op God,
daardie berg
in helder daglig geklim.
George Pomeroy was dood
geskiet deur die kop
en akkurate skote knal,
terwyl vuur en beweging taktieke
daardie berg in ‘n slagting verander
en Britse soldate een vir een sterf
en probeer vlug
teen die agterste bergrand af.
Al Groot Britanje se vorige oorwinnings
het nooit daardie ryk voorberei,
vir die behandeling wat dit toe kry,
van ‘n groep hard gedryfde boere
wat in die krag van God glo
en met moderne gewere skiet.
[Verwysing: Die slag van Majuba. Slag tussen die Transvaal (ZAR) republiek en Groot Brittanje op 27 Februarie 1881 in Suid-Afrika, wat die eerste Anglo-Boere oorlog besleg het. Drie groepe boere was gelei deur Veld Kornet Stephanus Roos, kommandant D.J.K. Malan en kommandant Joachim Ferreira teen Generaal Majoor George Pomeroy. Daar was tussen 400-500 Boere in ‘n burgermag teen 405 Britse infanterie. Aan boere kant het 1 gesterf en was 5 verwond en van die Britte het 92 gesterf (insluitend hulle Generaal), 134 verwond en 59 is gevange geneem.]
Amper vergeet ek. Hier is die Afrikaanse weergawe van die gedig Grieve England.
Ween Engeland
Ween Engeland en hang jou kop
in uiterste skaamte,
terwyl die verhaal van jou onmenslikheid
vandag nog vertel word.
Weeklag oor jou gevalle dapperes, Engeland,
want geen glorie het jou helde gebring
van die slagvelde van Suid-Afrika,
waar hulle kinders vermoor het
wat nie die skuilplekke van hulle vaders
wou verraai nie
Watter glorie straal
uit stroop togte en verkragting
en nog weerklink weeklagte
oor die totale verwoesting
van die plase van ‘n nasie?
Rou, Engeland, oor die siellose slagting
van die meeste van ‘n nasie se vroue en kinders
in jou wrede konsentrasiekampe,
waar jy glas met meel gemeng gevoer het
en duisende onskuldiges
van pestilensie laat sterf het.
Snik, Engeland, en hang jou hoof
in uiterste skaamte,
want die verhaal van jou onmenslikheid
weerklank vir ewig aan.
[Verwysing-> Aan die Anglo-Boere oorlog waar duisende onskuldige vrouens en kinders gesterf het in Britse konsentrasie kampe.]
Baie dankie, Gert!
Dear Nikita
You will think that I am only writing about the Anglo-Boer war, but I write poems about many different things though my nation lies near to my heart.
The British descended
The British descended
on the Transvaal and Orange Free State
from their island
on the other side of the sea
and in thousands
they came to ruin the land.
The British descended
on the Transvaal and Orange Free State
and from the sea they came
and an entire empire
send its soldiers to destroy,
to pillage and scorch the earth,
to rape, and imprison
the women and children
of the Afrikaner nation.
My great grandfathers rode on horseback to war,
with Christiaan De Wet, Cronje
and De La Rey
and they fought hard pressed,
to drive the British
and soldiers from all her colonies away.
My great grandfathers rode on horseback to war
and landed in prisoner of war camps in St. Helena
and although the second Anglo-Boer war was lost
and the Afrikaner nation paid the highest cost
in the destruction of the land,
the death of men
and the murder of innocent women and children,
a time came
that once more we were free.
My great grandfathers rode on horseback to war,
but one was from and with the enemy
and a highlander was he
and a more decent man
is still hard to find
and one that hated the English
for the dreadfull things that they did,
at times I see the restored Martini Henri rifles
taken from the British
during that bitter war
and the legacy and great spirit,
of my great grandfathers
still stays with me.
Die Britte het ingedring
Die Britte het ingedring
in die Transvaal en Oranje Vrystaat in
van hulle eiland,
aan die anderkant van die see
en in hulle duisende het hulle gekom
om die land te verwoes.
Die Britte het ingedring
in die Transvaal en Oranje Vrystaat in
en van die see af het hulle gekom
en ‘n hele ryk het soldate gestuur
om te vernietig,
te stroop en die aarde te knou,
te verkrag en Afrikaner vroue en kinders
in gevangekampe te gooi.
My oupa grootjies het met perde oorlog toe gery
saam met Christiaan De Wet, Cronje
en De La Rey
en hulle het in moeilike omstandighede baklei
om die Britte en soldate
uit al hulle kolonies weg te dryf.
My oupa grootjies het met perde oorlog toe gery
en het in krygsgevange kampe
in St. Helena gaan bly
en alhoewel die tweede Boere oorlog verloor is
en die Afrikaner nasie
die hoogste prys betaal het
met die dood van krygers
die vernietiging van die plase,
en die moord op onskuldige vroue en kinders,
het ‘n tyd aangebreek
dat ons weer vry was.
My oupa grootjies het met perde oorlog toe gery,
maar een was van en met die vyand
en ‘n Skotse hooglander was hy
en ‘n meer ordentlike mens
is nog hard om te kry
en hy het die Engelse gehaat
vir hulle onmenslike dade
en met tye sien ek
die gerestoureerde Martini Henri gewere,
wat van die Britte afgeneem is
gedurende daardie bitter oorlog
en die nalatingskap en dapper menswees
van my oupa grootjies
bly nog by my.
Pyn gedagtes
Soos ‘n weerlig
wat uit ‘n helder blou hemel slaan
en tref waar niemand dit verwag,
is die pyn
as ‘n Afrikaner hand
‘n ander Afrikaner onskuldig neerslaan.
Die koeël wat Jopie Fourie deurboor
kan niemand keer
en steeds klap daardie skoot
en klink die slag
oorverdowend op.
Hoe word ‘n grootse kommandant Generaal vereer
wat selfs vir ‘n dag lank
President van die Vrystaat was
en die Britte ‘n ding of twee
van oorlog geleer het?
Hoeveel vroue moes lei
en het self vasgeketting gebly
om Christiaan De Wet
uit ‘n nasie se eie gevangenis
los te kry
en hoe sy volk hom loskoop
bly vir altyd by my.
Vanself het Jan Smuts verander
van ‘n boereheld,
na iemand wat sy hand
aan eie mense slaan
om wêreld faam
en eie gewin na te jaag.
Vandag wonder ek
waar ek en jy,
in sulke ding staan?
Hoe maklik het dit met regstellende aksie
en BEE geword
om kundige Afrikaner mans
se loopbane te verwoes
en hulle lewens
op die rommelhoop te stoot
en ek wonder hoeveel Afrikaner vrouens,
in die voorste gestoeltes sit
terwyl Afrikaner manne
om ‘n werk bly bid?
Dit sny soos ‘n ongekende pyn deur my
en ek wonder wanneer meriete
ook as maatstaf van geregtigheid
‘n plek gaan kry
en ek sien dat my mense verdeel is
en eie gewin
die voorslag bo integriteit is
en ek wonder wat van my mense word?
[Verwysing: ”Daar trek ‘n koeël, met spoed, met spoed,
hy’s nat van Afrikaner-bloed,
en smart die boodskap wat hy voor;
hy kom uit Afrikaner-roer,
hy kom deur Afrikaner-hart.
Maar met die roue en die smart
bring hy die hart se kragte oor.
Slaap sag trou hart so wreed deurboor,
want, trekkend, trekkend jaar en stond,
sal steeds die koeël sy boodskap sprei;
en waar hy tref, heel nooit sy wond;
en wat hy tref, dit heilig hy! “
JOPIE FOURIE Deur: Jan F.E. Celliers.]
Painful thoughts
Like a lightning
striking from a azure blue sky
and hitting where nobody expects it,
is the pain
when a Afrikaner hand
hits another Afrikaner down.
The bullet that bursts through Jopie Fourie
nobody can stop
and still that shot rings out
and are deafening.
How is a great Commandant General honoured
who for a day was President
of the Orange Free State
and taught the British a thing or two
about warfare?
How many women had to suffer anguish
and chained themselves
to free Christiaan De Wet
out of a nation’s
own prison
and his people
that buys his freedom
will forever stay with me.
By himself Jan Smuts changed
from a Boer hero,
to somebody
that lifts his hand against his own
to get worldly fame
and for his own benefit.
Today I wonder
where you and I
stand in these things?
How easy it has become with affirmative action
and BEE
to destroy the careers
of innocent Afrikaner men
and to push their life’s
on the rubbish dump
and I wonder how many Afrikaner women,
sit in the front chairs
while Afrikaner men
are praying to find a job?
It cuts like an unknown pain through me
and I wonder when merit
will again find a place
as a measure of fairness
and I see that my people are torn apart
and own benefit
is leading before integrity
and I wonder what are my people becoming?
[Reference: Jopie by : Jan F.E. Celliers. BEE=> Black Economic Empowerment.]
Thank you Gert!
Great website. Many thanks for the effort you have made to bring this together.
hi Anthony! Welcome to my blog and thank you for your kind words. That is my pleasure!
Good job on the story of the Boer War. Originally born in SA and having lived in the USA for around 40 years now I finally have time to do some serious research into the subject – actually presenting an 11 week course to a group of “seniors” at a large university. Your web site is very insightful and a great tribute to those many who suffered and/or died bravely trying to preserve their culture and way of life. Rhodes, Milner, the Rand Lords and many others were responsible and their greed and aspirations for power caused untold suffering and undoubtedly influenced the future of South Africa – it can be argued that it was for the better or not. This war also hastened the end of the British Empire – the greatest the world had seen. The two greatest villains; Rhodes and Milner both met ignominious deaths; Rhodes gasping his dying breath at a relatively young age and Milner dying from sleeping sickness after being bitten by a tsetse fly upon a return to South Africa in 1925.
Hi Ian, Welcome to my blog. I did enjoy your comments here and would have loved to sit in with your “senior” students! I’m glad I could be of help. I still find this topic facinating and enjoy this part of the history and every now and then I do find more info and update this extensive entry. I should start a new entry actually. I do have a large number of visitors to this entry on a daily basis too. Enjoy your course and I hope they find it insightful too…I would like to hear their views afterwards!
Fantastic info. Thx for posting this.
hi slim74! Welcome to my blog and thanks for your comments.
http://www.timeshighereducation.co.uk/story.asp?storycode=188119 – link loaded with rubbish
Have you actually read Liz Stanley’s book, or are you just reacting to this review of it? The book is interesting reading, and is a critique of some of what right wing Afrikaners did in the 1930s. This review is an inaccurate account of the book. Perhaps you should read it carefully before discounting it as rubbish. I would agree that the review is rubbish, but be very careful about discounting anything that you have not read.
hi Perplexed, Welcome to my blog – on Christmas day! No, I haven’t. But, like Pemberton said in his book – Battles of the Boer War – (English writer btw) – that English writers like to write it from THEIR perspective, so the events suit them(the English). I quote: “I am aware that what I have written must tend to be one-sided, being based largely (though not entirely) on British sources. Unfortunately, the best Boer accounts have never been translated and I know no Afrikaans. ….I have ignored nearly all accounts written by ‘Our Special Correspondent in South Africa’. Except when from the pen of Sir Winston Churchill, these are of little worth and are deeply coloured by prejudice. Accepted avidly by a jingoist British public, they passed into common currency where they are still to be found.” Well, that says enough to know how the British like to colour the history to suit them – one-sided and whatever “research” they do, they will always colour it up! I haven’t read her book, I will try and get hold of it, (but not ready to pay £52 for it! (Amazon), but can tell from what I know, – and also from this review – that it is coloured with the loveliest colours of Spring. My question is…why was only right-wing people consulted? Why does she focus on “right-wing” mostly? Why do the English hate Emily Hobhouse so much? They avoid talking about her…teaching the history that involves her…because she brought the camps to the surface….she highlighted what was going on in these camps…I don’t have to say more…why are the English not “willing” to teach Anne Frank in their schools? I myself (I was teaching Y5/Y6 mixed class) was “told off” by my head teacher for discussing Anne Frank with my top set readers …why? Have they something to hide? Do they feel ashame of something…something they started in SA which the Germans tried in WW2? Also, during the Boer War – 1899-1902…there was not really a “right wing” and a “left wing”…the Afrikaner was still “young” in its “baby shoes”…and it was only in the 1930’s on…that there was a more definite “right” and “left”…It would be interesting to know WHO are the people this prof Stanley contacted…names…etc. Has she contacted ALL the historians of SA after her “foundings”? Right-wing AND Left-wing? What did they say..? Who said what? On Amazon’s site there is one short “review” by the University of Stellenbosch..saying this book is ok for a “starting point”…[that says enough]
I’m teaching for almost 10 years in the UK. I can write a book about the Education in the UK- very “colourful” and write about the “wrongs” of this educations system that’s “meant” to be one of the “best” in the world…but it’s not…not even better than SA’s where I also taught for years…my point is…if you want to write one-side of the story, you can do it…to “sell” your story…or to suit whatever “needs” ….if you get my point. Also, what has the right-wing Afrikaner of 1930 (the great depression years) to do with the fact of the life in the camps – during 1899-1902? See this link too…
http://bornagainredneck.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-afrikaners-hate-british.html
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Hi Nikita,
Ek stel baie belang om ons gelagsregister te voltooi. My Ouma, Kitty (Catherina Steyn), se nooiensvan is Burger. Haar oupa was Genrl. Schalk Willem Burger, dus my oupagrootjie.
Ek het die wikipedia site oor hom opgegradeer: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schalk_Willem_Burger met details oor sy miltere en politieke loopbaan. Ek is opsoek na meer inligting oor die Burger genealogie.
Ek sien jy is ook verwant aan hom. Enige inligting wat jy my mee kan help sal opreg waardeer word.
Groete,
Johan Steyn
Johan!! Van waar af is jy, dan IS ons familie. Schalk W Burger is MY Oupagrootjie OOK! Ek sal jou moet email, maar vanaand… ek’s oppad skooltoe en (ek bly in die UK). Ek het twee inskrywings op my blog oor hom… kyk na die commentsboksie met die pienk blokkie wat “Nikita” opgeskryf is – volg daardie link. Die link se titel is…”Great Grandad”…ek sal baie graag kontak met jou wil maak…maar sal vanaand moet wees! Dankie vir jou besoek en jou boodskap! Email solank hier:chessalee2468[at]gmail.com Groete aan jou ook!
Hi Nikita,
Bly om van jou te hoor!
Ek en my gesin woon in Kempton Park. Ons is oorspronklik van Carletonville (ek’s daar gebore).
My Ouma was Catherina Gertuida Steyn. Sy was die dogter van Cornelis Johannes Burger, die seun van Schalk Willem Burger.
Aan watter van Schalk Willem Burger se kinders is jou gesin verwant?
Wat weet jy van Schalk Willem Burger se plaas, “Goedgedacht”? Dra die plaas nog dieselfde naam?
Dankie vir die verwysing na jou blog. Baie goeie data, foto’s en pragtige gedigte. Die gedeelte oor die konsentrasiekampe is veral treffend. Trots, maar “sad”.
Is jy op facebook? My profiel is Lukas Steyn (Lukas Johannes, aka Johan). Die eerste van die 13 Lukas Steyn’s (die een by die swembad).
Laat asb van jou hoor.
Beste Groete,
Johan
Hi Johan! Ek gaan jou email, ek het so pas ook ‘n ander email gekry – iemand wat ‘n boek skryf, ‘n Gesk Onnie… [Clive – sien sy 2 boodskappe ook boontoe] Ek het op Goedgedacht GROOT geword, daardie plaas is lieflik, die kerkhof het ons uitgehou, nog steeds ons s’n. Ek mail jou en dan praat ons meer. Groete![email gestuur!]
good topic. thanks for sharing info
Nikita, daar is ‘n verskil tussen ‘n boer en ‘n Boer. ‘n Boer met ‘n hoofletter B is ‘n lid van die Boerevolk. Nee, Malema het ons nog nie almal geskiet nie. Dit sit nie in sy murg om dit te kan doen nie.
‘n boer met ‘n kleinletter b, is ‘n farmer in Ingels. Daar is ook ‘n verskil tussen ‘n Boer en ‘n Afrikaner. Gaan lees maar meer daaroor op Boerevryheidforum.
Boere Groete
Quinton
hi Quinton
Welkom hier op my blog. Dankie vir jou boodskap.
Ek respekteer jou siening en weet presies waarvan jy praat en natuurlik boer – die werkwoord. My punt is, watter kleur jy OOKAL is, dit kom neer op “Farmer”…niks anders. Ek ken Boerevryheidforum te goed, is daar geregistreer en as jy my agtergrond ken/lees hier – of ander links, sal jy sien waarom jy my NIKS kan vertel nie. 🙂 Wat ek eintlik hier beoog is…so bietjie humor wat niemand eintlik raaksien nie, want jy sien, nie ‘n enkele nie-Blanke sal graag ‘n “Boer” genoem wil word nie…dus…ek se niks verder nie, dis “publiek” hier…as jy slim [skerp] genoeg is, sal jy kan aflei wat ek eintlik wil se. [fyn humorsin, dis wat jy nodig het]-Boere-Groete!
Thank you for this very informative website.
Hi Robert! Welcome to my blog and thank you for stopping by and dropping me this kind message.
Beste Nikita
Ek werk by die Voortrekker/Msunduzi museum in Pietermaritzburg. Ek het op ‘n foto in ons versameling afgekom van ‘n “outa flink” wat blykbaar as kind gevangene geneem is by bloedrivier. hy het later vir ‘n Koos Burger gewerk en gehelp bou aan die Geloftekerkie. hy is blykbaar begrawe op die plaas goedgedacht, lydenburg. Dit is ongelukkig al wat die aanwinsregister sê. Toe ek die plaas se naam intik op die internet toe kom ek op hierdie website af. Het jy dalk meer inligting? Enige hulp sal baie waardeer word.
Groete
Elrica
hi Elrica
Dankie vir jou boodskap. Dit klink baie interessant! Ek het op jou email gereageer en sien uit daarna om te weet of ek ook die foto mag kry om hier op blog te plaas – of eintlik by my inskrywing oor Bloedrivier! Ek sien uit daarna om van jou weer te hoor! Baie groete van die kant af ook!
Leuk artikel! Goede input voor een verdere discussie.
Hi Opvoeding, Welkom hier op my blog, dankie vir jou boodskap. Ek is bly jy het die artikel geniet. Jy’s reg, baie kan hieroor gesê/bespreek word.
Kom join ons op facebook: http://www.facebook.com/groups/51827154181/
hallo ‘h’
Ek is lankal reeds ‘lid’ van daardie groep. 🙂
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Hallo Nikita
Eks mal oor jou blog. Het onlangs op “Songs Of The Veld and other poems” Ingelei deur Marthinus van Bart afgekom. Uitgegee deur CEDERBERG PUBLISHERS, web adres: http://www.cederbergpublishers.co.za
Hierdie werk toon aan my dat daar edel mense onder alle volke is.
Groete
Leon Breedt
Hi Leon
Dankie vir jou boodskap, welkom op my blog! Sien my antwoord op die Afrikaanse gedigte-bladsy 🙂
http://politicalvelcraft.org/2012/04/05/rothschilds-british-concentration-camps-a-means-to-usurpdestroy-the-gold-standard-only-then-to-be-replaced-by-rothschilds-keynesian-economics-derivative-fiat-paper/ Great read on this link.