Fate brought me to South Africa and everything I have seen, every beauty and greatness, were created by a single thought or emotion of the "disembarked".

Everything we see today, made by past generations, was, before its appearance, a thought in the mind of a man or an impulse in the heart of a woman.

The wars that shed so much blood and turned men's minds toward liberty of the British Empire, were the idea of just one man who lived in the garden of mud and dust, scented by roses, baobab and protea, and apple and willow trees.

The deeds of those before us, which the present government reveals only in the darkness of the night, are but pearls cast before swine of which Van Schalkwyk and Niehaus represent the ghosts of ignoble bigots.

Fare you well my compatriots in South Africa and my wish is that you do not become the praying-stool for the problems of the poor or the widows and orphans, and the dark forces of Africa's continent, the corruption of the mind and body by power-hungry presidents and parliamentarians.

I am SOOOOOO sorry for having contributed to Africa in sweat and spirit. I am SOOOOOO sorry to have buried my heart in the Ditch of White hope and my soul in the Garden of Black grave diggers keeping mine-shovels at hand for a new grave in an African Cemetery.

My heart cries in pain to leave this once glorious country. South Africans you have destroyed yourselves.

Dok Glansbeek