Siphumelele Zondi
Recently I spoke to a mate who studied in China and then the
UK when I was also at university there. We’ve both been back for the same
amount of time and it seems as much as we love our home country, we realise
that there’s that big struggle of race. The mate I am mentioning here is a
white woman. She said to me, “In South Africa politics is in your face, race is
in your face, inequalities that are a result of race are in your face.”
I am a black man and I realised in UK middle class societies
that I found myself in, my race didn’t matter to a lot of people. I was once in
a casual conversation with two women who were convinced I was British, they
never mentioned my race but were trying to find ways to prove that I am in fact
British and South African. These were white women. Their race is important
because I am writing this in South Africa where race seems is the “thing” that
people judge you on before they realise that you are South African, a good
television producer, Zulu and are a generally nice guy. Yep you are black first
in South Africa and as a result you have to predominantly interact with other
black people and there will be certain perceptions made about you when people
meet you for the first time, before you open your mouth.