Lessons from Orania

 

This article is part of a series of reflections from Young Maverick writers about what Human Rights Day means to them.

Despite having spent a chunk of my university life learning to navigate white-spaces, no amount of mental exercise could have prepared me for the hostility of being in a place like Orania. 

Before the visit, my knowledge of Orania was derived from second-hand accounts of what happens when black people dare to set foot there. By the time my colleague and I approached the small town, I had managed to overcome the angst by listening to Brenda Fassie’s My Black President. 

It was a short visit but enough to remind me how important the fight against the cruel apartheid system was, and still is to a great extent. 

I would spend the first half of my visit sitting through an interview with Orania’s PR officer, Joost Strydom, and the second part touring the desolate town.  

The last part of my visit was spent in a shrine-like museum built in commemoration of the architect of apartheid, Hendrik Verwoerd. This moment dispelled any thought that might have sought to convince me that Orania’s existence is justifiable. 

My cynical side chuckled at the thought that Oraniers commemorate a figure that engineered a system designed not only to exclude black people but ultimately to crush their being. 

Joost Strydom handles media relations for Orania — a town in the Northern Cape established in 1991 as a ‘safe haven’ for Afrikaners who did not want to be forced into the ‘Rainbow Nation’ ideology. (Photo: Ayanda Mthethwa)