Whites arrived to settle in what is now the vicinity of Cape Town in South Africa in 1652. They didn’t come to colonise the area in the name of some country; they came as employees of the Dutch East India Company to establish a halfway station between Europe and India. The Suez Canal opened in 1869. The long trip to India to trade in spices caused scurvy, which negatively affected long sea journeys. Everybody knew that fresh plant foods prevented and cured scurvy, but how they didn’t know. So, these settlers were to be fresh food producers for the ships rounding the Cape of Good Hope on their way to India.
Interestingly, in 1745, the British naval surgeon James Lind first showed the curative effects of citrus fruit for scurvy. But the British Royal Navy did not officially mandate citrus juice to prevent scurvy until 1795. Some years later, they settled on lime juice, which earned the English the nickname of Limeys. But all this was long after the Dutch established the refreshment station at the Cape. Researchers officially linked Vitamin C to scurvy between 1928 and 1932. When they got to the Cape, there were no African blacks as we now know them there. The native population comprised Khoikoi of whom there were around 200,000 south of the Orange River, which is 700Km or further, depending on the point of the river, north of Cape Town.
The Dutch East India Company treated its employees badly as they had them at a disadvantage. The Company stopped paying them as early as 1657 and mandated that they be the only concern allowed to buy produce from the settlers at prices set by the Company. Not surprisingly, many people packed their possessions and headed north. Going north, they encountered the Bantu (African blacks) coming south at the Fish River, about 800Km from Cape Town in the early to mid-1700s. These settlers became mostly farmers.
Through the next few centuries, many things happened. There were two wars against England, one that the ex-settlers won, and one which they lost. There were never any ties to or even close feelings for Holland. The whites of Dutch, French and other but British descent developed their own identity, language and culture. They belonged nowhere else and regarded no other place as home.
Through the years, they built South Africa into the most developed country in Africa, much of it thanks to gold. But a much larger black African population always surrounded the whites. Deep down, there was always a feeling of unease. There were many examples of what happened in countries governed by blacks—always, without exception, the same thing.
But a vast pool of African blacks had its advantages. They provided unskilled and semi-skilled labour in the mines, on farms, as domestic servants and gardeners, on building sites, and in many other ways. Whites who were themselves of lower socio-economic status, people who would have been servants in Europe, had black servants. And the whites loved it. And the blacks had jobs, even if they were low-paying.
Apartheid, the whites hoped, would always keep power in white hands and prevent the disaster that was black government.
Then, British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan’s winds of change started blowing in 1960. At first, nothing much happened. South Africa became an independent republic in 1961. They hoped things were looking up. But all over the world, things started changing. The sixties in the USA saw the equal rights movement. In 1964, Northern Rhodesia became Zambia. One by one, African countries became independent and got black governments. Liberals the world over became shrill and intolerant. The writing was on the wall.
The National Party, which had been in power in South Africa since 1948, did nothing. When gold production dropped and continued to drop after 1970, they manipulated an enormous drop in the value of the Rand so gold could bring in the same amount of Rands, even though there was much less gold to be sold. Nobody spoke about the drop in gold production. The National Party used only short-term, stop-gap measures, attempting to patch problems as they arose. There was no long-term planning. For them, like for politicians everywhere, speeches and announcements determined reality.
In the end, for South Africa’s whites, there were only two end stages: one man one vote with the end of Apartheid as is now the case, or a white enclave somewhere where whites did their own menial work and determined their own futures. There is no middle ground.
The fury of liberals worldwide turned against South Africa. Sanctions, boycotts, forbidden to do this and that, like sending athletes to the Olympic Games, everything happened. Sure, the world turned a blind eye to many much worse things, like the Biafran war and 1.5 million dead, but that’s your libtard for you. It’s better for an African to die of famine and war than not to have the vote—ask any libtard. Nobody mentioned that South Africa had, at that stage, the biggest hospital in the world, Baragwanath, built solely for blacks. It’s now the third biggest; there are two bigger hospitals in China.
In 1992, Judas convinced the white rabblement in South Africa to vote for what amounted to unconditional surrender. Judas didn’t get 30 pieces of silver. No, he received half a Nobel Prize. Inflation.
Now, the whites in South Africa are an inconsequential minority with no say in what happens. They were 17.5% of the population in 1985, but by the 2022 census they were 7.3% of the population. Based on the population growth figures calculated from the 1985 and 2022 censuses, it is 6.6% in 2026. Growth figures calculated over 37 years won’t have changed much in the following four years. I’m sure this figure is closer to the truth than the figure estimated by civil servants based on speculative assumptions.
Whites in South Africa are on a path of no return. They’ll make out a smaller and smaller percentage of the population until they practically don’t exist. This is the hard reality.
You can play with an online calculator of South Africa’s population based on the population change rate from the 1985 census to the latest available census. Those figures tell a grim but true story.
