Authentic Cape Town underground.
Authentic Cape Town underground.
AFRIKAAPS: The Kaapse/Cape Town dialect of Afrikaans.
“Kom Khoi San kry terug jou land, coloreds kom from Khoi San verstand.”
Afrikaaps is a documentary film about the theatre production of Afrikaaps that set out to tell the truth behind the origin of Afrikaans, and succeeded.
See the trailer here: http://youtu.be/DYifENqE3hU
For all of us who live in Cape Town, I feel it’s imperative that we all see this film. It will help us appreciate the richness of our culture and add a new level of understanding in our everyday interactions.
Sien tsjy, black men and women in South Africa have been given every opportunity to find catharsis – to heal from the struggle. But Coloreds have been forgotten, their culture is stereotyped as gangster, their language is sidelined.
“In modern South Africa Afrikaans is generally seen as a European language, however there is a side to this language, a Creole birth of Afrikaans that has been suppressed and overlooked for centuries.” – Dylan Valley
When a colored goes for a job interview, he/she has to watch their tongue. If they speak in Kaapse Afrikaans they are burned at the stake. They are crucified. They are stereotyped as a gangster. They are made to feel inferior. So they change their accent when they go in to impress the white man.
“The brown man” carries the brunt of the struggle in this country. They are not given the recognition they deserve. They needn’t hold that shame anymore.
In Cape Town we do not honour the pain that coloreds have had to endure so us white people can move up the food chain. Coloreds are the workhorses; they keep the cogs of Cape Town turning.
They weren’t given an opportunity to heal until Dylan Valley and his crew decided to tell their story.
Afrikaaps did something that defies gravity; they did something so utterly ballsy – they took Afrikaaps, the ensemble that represented everything that the traditional stuck-up Afrikaners always frowned apon, to the Grahamstown Festival. They blew the lid right off.
Get yourselves a copy of the DVD.
For more info visit their Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/afrikaaps
“I would make excuses when I spoke Afrikaans. I’d say: Listen, excuse me, my Afrikaans is a little messed up. But now I make no excuses. This is how I speak. Take it or leave it.” – Emile Jansen
Directed and filmed by Dylan Valley.
When starting a blog about pop culture, it only makes sense to start by interviewing my friends that have a direct influence on my life. Also, it is a good idea to start with artists who are destined for stardom, thus making all of you famous simply by association.
Charles John has his creative fingers directly on the pulse of Cape Town culture. He is a 3rd year Art Direction student at the Red & Yellow School in Cape Town. He lives in Athlone.
I hope you enjoy what he has to say:
Hoe lyk it?
Charles John, what is your power animal?
What’s your favourite petrol station?
Well it’s only the second question.
Do you sleep, Charles John?
How many hours of sleep do you require, and why?
What is your take on faux fur coats?
Would you consider yourself a fine artist? A graphic artist? A futurist? What the hell are you man, what are you?
What will the world look like in 10 years time?
What do you mean? Not triangular?
What needs to be exposed in Cape Town? Anything that you feel is not getting the attention it deserves?
What do you think about advertising and the future of advertising?
And what is your take on the Cape Town street art scene?
What do you think pop culture actually is?
People say Cape Town is cliquey, do you think so?
No cliquey as in you hang out with your clique.
What’s the best spot to chow in Cape Town?
Are you going to the Lady Gaga concert?
I love catching taxis in Cape Town, especially taxis from Fish Hoek to Ocean View. I am usually the only whitie on the taxi. When I get to the traffic lights at the entrance to Ocean View I need to yell to the driver over the bass sound system to drop me there. My voice quivers. My voice quivers because I feel ashamed. I feel ashamed because I suffer from white guilt. I suffer from white guilt because I don’t live in Ocean View, I live in Kommetjie. Taxis don’t ride to Kommetjie.
“White guilt is what white people feel when they feel like they’re being judged by a colored, because white people have had an easier ride.“
My generation of whites was not directly involved in the up hauling of the colored community, but we inherited the shame from our parents. We soaked it up.
Now we drink Black Label. White kids in Cape Town love Black Label. It makes us feel less white. We try to forget. But we don’t.
And now we also project our white guilt onto colored people, not only blacks – this is a bad idea, because all we’re doing is perpetuating the cycle. The job of our generation is to break down the barriers that keep us separate.
Sometimes, when I’m on the taxi, I catch myself projecting white guilt. This is inconsiderate because it means that I am judging, I am keeping myself separate. I am not seeing that skin colour is only an illusion. It is this illusion that keeps us separate. It is this illusion that I am breaking down within me, one taxi ride at a time.