Geagte mnr. Roodt,

Laat my sommer ter aanvang die versekering gee dat hierdie brief aan u nie bedoel is om u te kritiseer nie maar bloot die bedoeling het om die Afrikaners, waarvan u ‘n gerespekteerde lid is en in Suid Afrika aan dieselfde omstandighede as u blootgestel is, perspektief te gee met die oog op die pad vorentoe. My skrywe is dus nie net aan u gerig nie maar soos wat u brief in die openbare media ten doel het om baie mense te bereik om uit hoofde van u ervaring rigting en leiding te gee, só is my bedoeling om uit ‘n politieke perspektief, waar ek van mening is dat u slotsom ten opsigte van u ervaring en die rigting wat u daaruit aan u teikengroep en derhalwe ook aan Afrikaners deurgee, kortskiet, aan te vul.

U Engelse brief van 12-08-2015 “I will not emigrate” het onder my aandag gekom. U skrywe in Engels aanvaar ek is omdat u waarskynlik ‘n bepaalde groter teikengroep as bloot die Afrikaner in gedagte het. Uit die trant van u brief maak ek die verdere afleiding dat u as u verwys na “everybody, everybody, na die bevolking van Suid Afrika verwys en nie na die Afrikanervolk nie

Die eerste leemte in u brief is die afwesigheid van selfs net die geringste verwysing na geloof. Behalwe dat dit vreemd opval, lê juis dít, ongeag of uself gelowig is al dan nie, aan die wortel van die ellende in Suid Afrika, soos wat u dit ook in u brief beskryf. “As an economist I know what the numbers tell us, but now I can also feel it in my bones, quite literally. I can see how this country is slowly deteriorating, how our institutions are held in contempt with only a few left standing intact, how our state owned enterprises are destroyed by incompetence, with a massive effect on the economy. I can see how corruption, nepotism, cronyism, incompetence and inferior leadership is leading this country into economic stagnation, unemployment, poverty, chaos and the eventual inevitability: the cesspit of a failed state, from where even those cancerous cells that created this environment can’t escape.”

Wat u hierbo beskryf wat u letterlik en aan u lyf beleef het, was nie ‘n onbekende voor 1994 nie. In teendeel was dit so lank bekend as die bestaan van Afrika. Afrika is dan juis ons aanskouingsles. Net soos wat u as ekonoom intens bewus is van die betekenis van getalle, was ons voormalige Afrikanerleiers wat die beginsel van afsonderlike ontwikkeling as beleidsrigting vir die Afrikanervolk aanvaar en toegepas het, hulle as politieke leiers wat moes leiding gee, se insig en begrip van die mees basiese van die getalle beginsel dat ‘n meerderheid meer is as ‘n minderheid. Indien daar dus gelykberegtiging sou plaasvind, is dit onvermydelik dat die minderheid uiteindelik onderwerp sou word aan die somtotaal van die vermoë van die meerderheid.

Wat u ervaar en hierbo beskryf het is bloot ‘n voorspelde simptoom daarvan en in Suid Afrika sedert 1994 die letterlike bewys daarvan. U gewaarwording dat: , “I do know I can change the future of my family and my country, but we must do it together! I don’t fear anymore, I’ve seen my fellow countrymen in action. I have seen their competence, their compassion and their care. I have seen and I have experienced their efficiency, their output, their spirit. I know I can trust them.”, strook nie met die werklikheid van: “That evening I accepted being robbed, beaten, slashed, and even more, just like I have accepted our country being beaten and robbed. But then, that evening, I reached a threshold, some edge, where I refused to be treated like this anymore”. Dit hou ook nie tred met diegene wat onder dieselfde omstandighede slegs hulle verinneweerde en menigmaal onteerde geliefdes agter gelaat het omdat hulle dit nie oorleef het nie. Oorsaak en gevolg word nie behoorlik verreken nie.

Dat daar enkelinge in die bevolking bestaan met “competence, compassion, efficiency, output en spirit” is waar, maar dit weeg nie op teen gesonde verstand en bewys van kollektiewe politieke, ekonomiese en staatkundige onvermoë vanuit die Afrika geskiedenis nie.

Die beginsel van nasionalisme wat ten doel het om oor jouself te regeer volgens jou eie aard en behoefte in jou eie grondgebied, wat met afsonderlike ontwikkeling ook die uiteindelike oogmerk vir elkeen van die inheemse volke van Suid Afrika was, is deur ons vyande verketter as ‘n euwele beleid, juis om enersyds anargie, verval en chaos te bewerkstellig en andersyds hulle hande te lê op ons minerale rykdom en strategiese militêre ligging wat moeiteloos by hierdie onbevoegde regime bekom sal word.

Die verdere leemte met u aanbeveling aangebied as moontlike oplossing waarvoor u in u skrywe u bereid verklaar om nie te emigreer nie, is die kwessie van vrees. "I choose the greater fear - A letter to my fellow South Africans – all of them", LUKAS 12:5  maar Ek sal julle wys wie julle moet vrees: vrees Hom wat, nadat Hy doodgemaak het, by magte is om in die hel te werp; ja, Ek sê vir julle, vrees Hom ....

My moment had come, I had to choose my fear. My moment was now, choose your fear this instant and then live with it! The right moment shows itself. I attack him, I hit him, I hold onto him as he tries to escape, I fight for what is mine – I choose the greater fear...... But I chose and conquered the greater fear.

I know we must make a choice. For the moment to choose our fear is now, for the sake of our country. I urge you to choose your fear.

Many fears lay ahead for me that night. Some fears I chose, some were chosen for me.

“.....a very first step would be for all of us to hold our political leaders in office accountable for doing what is required. Political leaders who will choose their own greater fear”.

In die politiek is daar ‘n sterk geldende reël vir beleidsvorming. Jy laat nie toe dat omstandighede en/of vrees jou optrede beïnvloed nie. Dit sal jou handeling van gister, vandag en more drie verskillende rigtings laat inslaan. In beleidsvorming is die beginsel wat vanuit die mandaat wat verkry word van jou volk, die beleidsbepaler en dit bepaal jou optrede. Dit is ononderhandelbaar. Indien ‘n volksleier daarmee begin verskil, is die eerbare weg om te bedank en nie om soos in Suid Afrika gebeur het, dit op onderduimse wyse in die geheim met die vyande van jou volk te beklink nie. Die gevolg is, omdat jy nie by die beginsel gebly het toe jy in ‘n magsposisie was nie, jy nou vrees vir optrede vanweë die onmag waarin omstandighede en vrees jou beland het! Om jou eiendom en geliefdes te beskerm is egter ‘n ongeskrewe lewenswet. ‘n Wetmatigheid wat nie ruimte laat vir vrees nie maar handeling gebore uit ‘n vaste geloof. JESAJA 11:2  en op Hom sal die Gees van die HERE rus, die Gees van wysheid en verstand, die Gees van raad en sterkte, die Gees van kennis en van die vrees van die HERE

Met die nalatenskap van voormalige Godvresende Afrikanerleiers is dit belangrik om nie politiek en kerk te probeer skei nie. Die Afrikanerdom se geskiedenis is deurspek met bewys van Godgebondenheid, dermate dat ons gereeld beskuldig word daarvan dat ons onsself vergelyk met die Israelvolk en hulle geskiedenis. Dat ons volk vandag grootliks afgedwaal het is reeds oral sigbaar. Dit beteken egter nie dat ek my verantwoordelikheid as leier van ‘n politieke party om die riglyne uit die Woord van God aan die Afrikanervolk en in besonder in hierdie brief aan u moet versaak nie. ROMEINE 8:15  Want julle het nie ontvang ’n gees van slawerny om weer te vrees nie, maar julle het ontvang die Gees van aanneming tot kinders, deur wie ons roep: Abba, Vader! 

2 Timotheus 1:7. Want God het ons nie ’n gees van vreesagtigheid gegee nie, maar van krag en liefde en selfbeheersing.

U riglyne vir ‘n beter Suid Afrika is voortreflike gedagtes. In die rasgemengde een-mens-een-stem stelsel bly dit egter niks meer as gedagtes nie. Dit verg nie uitmuntende intelligensie om in die lig van die afgelope 21 jaar te besef dat getallepolitiek géén meriete erken nie. Slegs die bereidheid om die wysheid en ervaring vanuit die geskiedenis as riglyn te aanvaar om te verhoed dat foute oor en oor herhaal word ten koste van lewens, voorspoed, vryheid en vrede, nie net vir die Afrikanervolk nie maar ook elke ander volk in Suid Afrika, kan  “the flotsam and jetsam of a failed society. .” omkeer en in die toekoms voorkom!

Die vraag is en bly steeds: QUO Vadis Afrikaner? Die antwoord behoort te wees: Terug na God, terug na my volk, terug na myself. 

Ek sluit my brief aan jou af met die vertroue dat jy volkome sal herstel en dat jou geloof alle vrees sal verdryf deur die regte wapenrusting waarmee dit moontlik is om hierdie oorlog sonder koeëls, tesame met die fisiese aanslae op ons lewens en dié van ons dierbares waaraan ons nou blootgestel is, sal kan afslaan.

Vriendelike groete,

Danie Varkevisser.

AFRIKANER VOLKSPARTY.

 

DAWIE ROODT'S OPEN LETTER: I WILL NOT EMIGRATE

2015-08-12 11:44

Dawie Roodt. (Supplied, Netwerk24)

Pretoria - Economist Dawie Roodt has written an open letter on Facebook, saying he will not emigrate after being seriously hurt in an armed robbery at his home recently.

In the letter, titled "I choose the greater fear - A letter to my fellow South Africans – all of them", he pays a moving tribute to his daughter, his neighbours, his gardener, colleagues and the hospital staff who helped him after the attack.

He also laments government bureaucracy and how the country is deteriorating, before detailing a three-point plan on how things could be improved.

The full letter can be read below:

I CHOOSE THE GREATER FEAR

A letter to my fellow South Africans – all of them

- By Dawie Roodt

We all have our fears and the fear of personal injury must rank right up there for most of us – certainly for me. The greatest fear for me is to be confronted by my two paramount fears at the same time: the fear of personal injury and the fear of injury to my loved ones. My greatest fear is not the possible injury as such, it is the fear of having to choose between these two fears. If it should ever happen, will I fear more for my own life or will I fear more for the lives of my loved ones?

I found out.

Two weeks ago I was working in my study at home. My wife was bathing the two-year-old twins and our eldest daughter was on her way home from university. It was about half past seven on a cold winter’s evening.

My daughter appeared in the door of my study with me hardly noticing and instead of the normal ‘hallo pappa’ she just said ‘pappa’. The strange tone of her voice made me look up. Next to her was a young man - young, her age - subtly showing me the revolver in his hand. There were three. They waited in the garage for her.

My daughter looked at me for some kind of guidance – my beautiful clever little girl – I saw her. And for a moment I also saw the future of this country standing next to her: young, poor, uneducated, unemployable and violent: the flotsam and jetsam of a failed society.

Our ordeal had begun.

Not much happened initially. We were told to be quiet, we were tied up, gagged and blindfolded. We were good hostages. Once we were immobilised they took turns unhurriedly exploring our home, gathering the easy pickings: cell phones, laptops – that kind of thing. Now and again they would ask for ‘’the guns’’, ‘’the money’’ and ‘’the safe’’. Gradually these questions became more frequent and more intense. ‘’We will ask the babies were the money is!’’

It was going to be a long night …

The power went off, startling them. The questioning became more urgent, ‘’where’s the money?’’. The threats became more explicit, the pushing around more forceful. My moment had come, I had to choose my fear.

I convinced the one with the knife that I had money in my car if he would only allow me to show him. Eventually I was led outside. He battled to open the garage door. I heard the babies cry.

I succeeded in getting my hands loose. Standing there, hands loose, but held behind my back. My moment was now, choose your fear this instant and then live with it! The right moment shows itself. I attack him, I hit him, I hold onto him as he tries to escape, I fight for what is mine – I choose the greater fear.

He whimpered as he tried to escape my grip, slashing my arm, cutting through muscles and sinews and scoring a wide wound on my head. He escaped from my clutches, but not from his fear. He ran screaming from a wounded man; I will be his nemesis from now on. But I chose and conquered the greater fear.

I do not share this because I am a hero. A hero would have acted sooner, more successfully, more precisely, more accurately. I share this because I made a choice and I know we must make a choice. For the moment to choose our fear is now, for the sake of our country. I urge you to choose your fear.

Many fears lay ahead for me that night. Some fears I chose, some were chosen for me. I ran for help. My neighbours immediately reacted to my alarm. I ran back, over the wall again, over the bridge again, up the veranda stairs just to collapse at our front door as I saw my family. I had been saved, but my body was running out of blood!

My daughter was a hero, getting me to hospital in her car. Our gardener, also a hero, protected and helped where he could. Our neighbours took in my family. I was driven to hospital lying in my own blood and falling in and out of consciousness. The hospital staff were absolutely amazing. The emergency process worked like a dream. Well-oiled gears, competent hands, kind eyes.

I thought to myself, ‘’why would any government even think of changing this to the way the state provides medical support?’’. ‘’Why don’t they rather change the state’s medical system to what I have experienced?” I know I do not want to be part of the NHI. I now know it will be just another disaster! Just like Eskom, SAA or PetroSA and so many more.

More fears and pain; a catheter, a woman – a black woman as it happens - washing me gently, in all my humble nakedness. But I was saved and so was my family. A few days in ICU, a few hours in theatre, many units of blood and absolutely overwhelming support from all South Africa, then I was back home. Thank you! Thank you! Baie dankie! Nkosi!

Rehabilitation should take up to a year, they say.

Day two at home and the process of getting our lives together again, starts. Cell phones: ‘’You have to come in personally sir, that’s the law, it’s for your own protection’! Hours later, reams of forms of paper and still the government licensed, oligopolistic cell phone institution can’t get us connected. More forms, ‘for your protection sir’. With all of these laws and regulations supposedly designed to protect us, why is it so hard to get our stolen phones back?

I dread the prospect of facing the creaking bureaucracy, of getting new drivers’ licences. I know the wait that will follow, the incompetence, the not-so-subtle hints of bribes, the arrogance of the ‘’civil service’’.

All my friends ask me: ‘’will you leave?’’ At first I didn’t know, but now I do. I will not go! I will choose the greater fear. That night I saw evil, but I also saw so much more that is good in this country: my neighbours, my friends, business partners, the hospital, everybody - everybody! - were just amazing. How can I leave my people, my people that I owe my life to? If we weigh the good against the bad, the good would be many times more than the bad in the country. All we need to do is know that we have more good than evil. It makes it easier when you choose your fear.

As an economist I know what the numbers tell us, but now I can also feel it in my bones, quite literally. I can see how this country is slowly deteriorating, how our institutions are held in contempt with only a few left standing intact, how our state owned enterprises are destroyed by incompetence, with a massive effect on the economy. I can see how corruption, nepotism, cronyism, incompetence and inferior leadership is leading this country into economic stagnation, unemployment, poverty, chaos and the eventual inevitability: the cesspit of a failed state, from where even those cancerous cells that created this environment can’t escape.

That evening I accepted being robbed, beaten, slashed, and even more, just like I have accepted our country being beaten and robbed. But then, that evening, I reached a threshold, some edge, where I refused to be treated like this anymore. I believe my action changed the future of my family for the better. We can also decide to do the same with the future of our country; I urge you!

Please: I am not advocating violence. I don’t even know if attacking an intruder is the right thing to do. But if I was able to choose my greater fear, I do know I can change the future of my family and my country, but we must do it together!

I don’t fear anymore, I’ve seen my fellow countrymen in action. I have seen their competence, their compassion and their care. I have seen and I have experienced their efficiency, their output, their spirit. I know I can trust them.

This is what must happen: forget about the NDP, NDR, IPAP and other abbreviations that are in any event not implemented. Three steps are all that is required.

• Start a process where all civil servants (SOE’s included) are required to reapply for their jobs. And henceforth only employ on merit, not by virtue of contacts, favours, social requirements or nepotism.

• Establish a world class skills development system (education) immediately to support a growing and thriving economy.

• Remove all obstacles to employment. Do not ‘’create jobs’’ but stop preventing willing people from creating their own jobs.

Don’t tell me it’s not possible, it has been done before. However, a very first step would be for all of us to hold our political leaders in office accountable for doing what is required. Political leaders who will choose their own greater fear.

Let us stand up. Let us walk together. Let us mobilise and refuse to do crime, be intimidated, bribe, and support corrupt leaders. Let’s oppose those cancerous cells!

Let us choose the greater fear for we are South Africans!