Is there such a thing as "White African"?
If we delve a bit deeper it becomes evident that the White man with his words is again trying to displace the Black race.
If Africa is home to Black People, then there is only African, period. Whites in Africa are merely foreigners as the Black race is still considered foreigners after 500 years in the West.

"Black Africans", this phrase should not be perpetrated by Black People as it tells their young that we, as a race, have no history and no place of origin.
If the phrase "Black African" is allowed to be part of our vocabulary then our history, as Black People, will be further distorted with lies concerning our race and our rich history.

Understand one thing, whenever the White man hyphenates a word; it is affirming that, that particular thing or person does not belong or that its/his origin is not of the place of residence.

Have you ever wondered why there is no White European or White American?
This is because the White man understands the power of words.
If there is a double-barrel to your citizenship then you should understand that the first one means "where you are from" and the second one means "where you live".
For example, African-Americans meaning "Africans who live in America".
There is African-American, Arab-American, Hispanic-American, Chinese-American, to name but a few, yet there is no such a thing as European-American.
Do you know the difference between Indian-Americans and American-Indians?
Give people the name tags and they are divided, they will even kill one another over those name tags.

It is embarassing and misleading to write in our history books that Mark Shuttleworth was the first African to go to Space. How pathetic can we get? He is not African. I don't care which African country's passport he holds.
I paraphrase Malcolm X "Cats can give birth in the oven but their kittens will never be biscuits". So just because you were born in the oven, does not necessarily mean you are a biscuit. An "Indian elephant" born in Africa does not become an "African elephant" and vice versa.
White People who were born in Africa will never be Africans, the same way as Black People born in China will never be Chinese.
Some White People have been in Africa for more than 400 years yet they do not have African names and cannot even speak an African language. I am not saying they must go but what are they here for?
How can you claim to be African when you still want our streets and our cities to bear the names of your European forefathers, who were oppressers and enslavers?

Skin colour (different shades of black, from the darkest to the lightest), language, culture, history, consciousness, heritage, origin, physical features...
These are just some of the factors which make one African. The expressions such as "African time", "African ass", have nothing to do with White People.
We cannot deny the fact that some racial interactions have caused major dilutions in form of mixed races.

"So don't care where you come from as long as you're a Black man, you're an African"
BY: PETER MacINTOSH

Uncle Toms, coconuts and house niggers are the first ones to jump in White People's defence and speak on their behalf. That kind of reaction really saddens me.


I AM AN AFRICAN
By THABO MBEKI (Former South African State President)

I am an African. I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.

My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun. The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightening, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.

The fragrances of nature have been as pleasant to us as the sight of the wild blooms of the citizens of the veld. The dramatic shapes of the Drakensberg, the soil-coloured waters of the Lekoa, iGqili noThukela, and the sands of the Kgalagadi, have all been panels of the set on the natural stage on which we act out the foolish deeds of the theatre of our day.

At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our country to the leopard and the lion, the elephant and the springbok, the hyena, the black mamba and the pestilential mosquito. A human presence among all these, a feature on the face of our native land thus defined, I know that none dare challenge me when I say - I am an African!

I owe my being to the Khoi and the San whose desolate souls haunt the great expanses of the beautiful Cape - they who fell victim to the most merciless genocide our native land has ever seen, they who were the first to lose their lives in the struggle to defend our freedom and dependence and they who, as a people, perished in the result.

Today, we keep an audible silence about these ancestors of the generations that live, fearful to admit the horror of a former deed, seeking to obliterate from our memories a cruel occurrence which, in its remembering, should teach us not and never to be inhuman again.

I am the grandchild of the warrior men and women that Hintsa and Sekhukhune led, the patriots that Cetshwayo and Mphephu took to battle, the soldiers Moshoeshoe and Ngungunyane taught never to dishonour the cause of freedom.

My mind and my knowledge of myself is formed by the victories that are the jewels in our African crown, the victories we earned from Isandhlwana to Khartoum, as Ethiopians and as the Ashanti of Ghana, as the Berbers of the desert.

I am an African. I am born of the peoples of the continent of Africa. The pain of the violent conflict that the peoples of Liberia, Somalia, the Sudan, Burundi and Algeria is a pain I also bear. The dismal shame of poverty, suffering and human degradation of my continent is a blight that we share.

I am the child of Nongqawuse. I am he who made it possible to trade in the world markets in diamonds, in gold, in the same food for which my stomach yearns. Being part of all these people, and in the knowledge that none dare contest that assertion, I shall claim that - I am an African.

Now ask yourself:
DO YOU QUALIFY TO BE AN AFRICAN?