I’ve had my fair share of nasty experiences lately at public institutions where the overwhelming majority of employees happen to be incompetent Black Africans. Since being discharged from the Steve Biko Hospital (old HF Verwoerd) in May this year, I’ve had to return every second week for blood tests. This week, by pure fate, I also ended up transporting an acquaintance of mine to the Kalafong Hospital (Hospital of horrors) situated on the western outskirts of Pretoria in the Black suburb of Attridgeville.
I am totally convinced that all the nasty incidents I experienced lately – every single one of them – happened purely because my skin colour is white. There is no question about it, so don’t even try challenging me on that fact!
My last visit to the Steve Biko Hospital was on Tuesday this week. I arrived there at 06:15 and finally left the place at 16:00 – an all-day affair, just for a simple I.N.R. Warfarin blood test! - (read more about the test here.)
At the Steve Biko Hospital the procedure works as follows:
- You first report at the registration department on the 6th floor where you hand in your admission card. You then wait until your name is called.
- You then wait at another facility on the same floor where they draw a sample of blood.
- From there it’s off to the cardiology department on the same floor, where you wait, and wait, and wait, until a doctor sees you.
My troubles started at the very beginning, at the registration department… When 'a name' was finally called, which sounded like mine – but I wasn’t sure (as most Black Africans have difficulty pronouncing it correctly), I went to the front to make enquiries.
After being treated like trash and spoken to as if I were a five year-old, I decided to report the black woman’s rude behaviour to the hospital's complaints manager. His name “Steve Makoena” and his contact number were clearly displayed on the walls of the building – close to the huge glossy “Batho Pele” posters, which some of the staff have obviously never read.
Steve, whose office sits on the 9th floor, was a no-nonsense kind of guy, with that typical Bheki Cele appearance and attitude. After I had officially lodged the complaint on paper, it only took him 5 minutes to “sort our those bitches at registration” (his words).
It was only near the end of the day that I realized how my actions (of lodging a complaint) had added fuel to the fire. There is no doubt in my mind that I was deliberately boycotted at every possible opportunity… My hospital file went missing, hospital staff pushed latecomers ahead of me in the queues, and the general attitude towards me was clearly intended to annoy and provoke me.
The Kalafong incident is another story altogether… In that place of horrors the hatred towards the Whiteman is so intense that “atrocious and frightful racially prejudiced behaviour” hardly describes the intensity thereof.
For example: In the labour ward White husbands are only allowed to see their wives and newborn babes during visiting hours, while Black husbands can come and go as they please. White kids, who are dying to see their newly born brothers or sisters, are not allowed in the wards and must wait outside, while Black kids are allowed in, unsupervised… They’re also allowed to run up and down the corridors screaming their heads off!
Whites with cameras are not allowed on the hospital grounds, while Blacks can take as many pictures as they want with their fancy cellphones. When Whites contravene any of these unwritten rules the nurses will not hesitate to call the security guards. The aggressive guards usually arrive in packs of four or more, armed to the teeth… believe me, I know! Certain parking areas inside the complex are restricted for “Blacks Only”. It’s another unwritten rule, but the security guards at the gate will inform you in the most callous manner possible that, “you whites must park outside!”
At first, I had no intention of sharing my latest personal experiences on this blog, as I’ve accepted the fact that people who treat others with disrespect and contempt either have a problem with their self-image or suffer from an unhealthy malfunction of some sort. I’ve used this approach for some time now to control my own emotions whenever I’m provoked.
But despite my efforts of remaining cool, calm and collected -- I must admit that it does get a bit too much at times. When one bad incident follows the next in rapid succession like it happened this week, then its hard not to entertain thoughts of retribution. Once those thoughts are brought under check it is normally followed by thoughts of packing bags and escaping to more tranquil places.
The real incentive for sharing my story on this blog came after someone brought the following news under my attention:
It’s another story (one of many) that draws attention to the fact why it is dangerous to have unstable and stupid people serving multicultural societies, and why it's best to keep people with different cultures and upbringing separate from one another.
The story concerns a White lady, Hestia Kotze, who was harassed, assaulted, and illegally arrested by a Black traffic cop while she was on route to visit her dying father in hospital. Although the incident was reported in Beeld on Tuesday this week, the mainstream English media, such as News24 for example, have, to date, not said a word about the incident yet.
The following English version of the story was sourced from www.townshiptimes.co.za
Cop Assaults Woman racing to dying father
Posted by abongile - Wednesday, June 6th, 2012
Picture sourced from Beeld
A Klerksdorp woman trying to reach her dying father to say goodbye was allegedly assaulted by a traffic officer on route to the hospital, according to a report in Beeld newspaper on Wednesday, June 06, 2012.
Beeld newspaper reported Hestia Kotze’s father Koot de Beer died as she pleaded on her knees, in handcuffs, while a traffic officer allegedly manhandled her, swore at her and sprayed pepper spray in her face.
“I was doing no more than 120km. I moved into the other lane, and gestured to him, saying it was an emergency and I needed his help. My headlights and emergency lights were flashing,” she said.
The officer followed Kotze to the hospital, allegedly apprehended her outside the entrance and threw her onto the ground. Witnesses said he shoved Kotze against a fence, swore at her, pushed his knee into her back and squirted pepper spray in her face.
Kotze was taken to the local police station, where she was granted bail and charges against her were dropped by the Potchefstroom Magistrate’s Court, but she said she would pursue a civil claim against the officer.
Stay tuned and stay safe!