The Pride of Brackenfell?
'It's not right to hit a woman, but....'
You're part of the problem
Or you didn't see the woman walking AWAY from him?
Oh wait, you don't recognize her right to protest.
Because you don't recognize rights you don't agree with
Right
But for yourself you insist on the rights you like
And your concern for your children
Is that they should stay believing that it only matters that all is well with them - even if that means disregarding the person right next to them.
And I see you justifying it with the
ballyhoo around shampoo
But this time it wasn't shampoo.
It was about our children
And not a thought for those disregarded
Only heroism for those disregarding
But hey, that's mos ever the way
Cause it's only that woman he would hit that guy - which is why the victim-blaming - otherwise he's a fine example of how Brackenfell is OK?
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This narrative denies that 'addressing our concerns responsibly' in the Western Cape invariably means being corrected on our evaluation of our lived experience. I was recently engaged with a Social Worker at the Children's Court and made myself very 'irresponsible' when insisting
on a youngster not being racially profiled. In fact, my choices were shut up or be removed. Everywhere in my experience the context only works if everyone gets on board with pre-determined parameters. Parameters imposed on community. Should the deep concern here not be for those
Matric learners now painted as insulted in a racist way? Surely there must be some empathy for how these youngsters must feel? Or are they now expected to understand that the bigger issue here are the rights of those who saw it fit to exclude them?
I have worked with Camillo for many years
Intersected at various points in our careers
I have always had the greatest respect for him
It has to be said: his light was not dim
To say that I am shocked, stunned and staggered at this news
Would be as understated as just
saying he's accused
He's arrested, let me say
Appearing in court today
Someone who I was convinced had only the best intentions for his community at heart
A passion for his people, a love for his art
Someone I know, love and respect
That I now have to evaluate and inspect
Charged with the rape and sexual assault of a minor
While advocating for the nobler and the finer
Someone says they were continuously abused by him over time
Knowing him doesn't make this less a vile crime
Someone is asking believe the unbelievable
The eruption around 'who is Soli Philander' has been...enlightening. In the spirit of let our judgement be reserved for those raising the alarm, rather than the people the alarm are being raised about, here are aspects of my CV that would seem relevant: Five one-person shows
TAKE TWO
- profiling what is positive about growing up in a Coloured Community
WOESKROES
- the corruption and abuse of the law and justice systems
HOTNOTSGOT
- the 5 major challenges facing the Coloured Community in the Western Cape
THE PASSION GAP
(with Christian Bennett)
and a cross-section of Capetonian musical talent layering the profiling of what it means to be 'Coloured'
NICE COAT
- an inclusive, contextualized narrative about Cape Town.
All these works have been critically acclaimed and points to a direction in my creative endeavour
Much has been made of my contribution to making this hashtag a reality for a little girl at risk.
I owe an explanation about how this wasn't me, but about everybody.
To do that I have to tell you about my children. I love my children. They live a heart-breaking
reality, wedged in here between the City and the rest of the country, with a fortitude and determination that echoes something vested in my cells a long time ago.
I played here as a child. Stayed here as a child. Memories of laughing together, sorrowing together, being together,
unconciously laced into the fabric of who I am, what I'm doing and why this time, this place, this particular expression.
Happines was seeded in me here. Hope. Humanity. Heart.
Here I belonged.
So when we were flung over there, wrenched from love and scattered like
Good Morning.
Feeling a lot better than I look. Rested Reviewing last night :
Whilst Peter Augulhas slipped out to the shop, the children slipped into The Marion through a door he had left open
Everybody sat down in the hall. 5 parents, myself and the children of our
community. I presented my plan to them. We would approach a couple of respected people in the larger community and try and put together a team to Save The Marion. I say we, because the children elected me as their spokesperson. They left quietly to engage with their
parents àbout what that means- with the assurance that we would regroup today.
We closed the door and left. As three of us older folk got to the corner, The Police arrived .Two policemen got out of the van and approached The Marion. They spoke to someone at the