Apartheid is a state of mind

Against our better (although slightly inebriated judgement), we recently ended up one night at Sovereigns night club. There was a nice group of seven of us actually all having a rather good time on the dance floor (which seems to have a near-permanent strobe almost enough to make you into an epilectic).

After a while, I go outside with my fella for a smoke break away from the crazy lights and rather enthusiastic use of the smoke machine… we’re just sitting down, his arm round me when a short non-descript, slightly monkey looking white bloke and his big fat friend start looking at us and then say something to me in Afrikaans. I don’t understand much of this language but got enough to understand the words “white bitch” and “kaffir” were in there.

I stand and apologise that I don’t understand what they’re saying to me because I am from England. They then start asking lots of questions about where I’m from, where the fella’s from and wondering why we are together. By this time an English guy who’s part of our crowd is also listening in… the conversation is very aggressive and these guys look like they are spoiling for a fight.

I go off and find one of our Afrikaans speaking friend’s in the hope that he may help to calm the situation. By the time he’s gone off outside to help I follow and see that my fella has just been smacked a good ‘un and has walked away saying he doesn’t want to fight, our friend starts trying to talk to monkey-boy and his side-kick and then three of them bundle in and start beating the crap out of our friend. The bouncers just look on while I have a hell of a time stopping my fella jumping in and fighting as well.

All the fighters eventually get bundled down the stairs, but it is our friend that ends up chucked out while the guys that started all the shite are still there. We are desperately trying to find a way out of the night club as it’s bordering on a full-on brawl. Another friend of mine convinces one of the bouncers to walk us out, but the bouncer takes one look at my fella and says that actually no, we can go down ourselves. We all peg it down the stairs, out the door and smack into the guys who hate out guts. More kerfuffle, more shouting and more abuse, we eventually manage to get the whole group together and get a lift home from some random who is hugely apologetic on behalf of South Africans for the behaviour us tourists have just witnessed. When we tried to talk to the police, they wanted to arrest our friend that tried to help for being drunk and disorderly. Nevermind that he just got assaulted and didn’t do anything wrong.

Did I mention that I am white and my fella is black? And all this because of two narrow-minded, racist pigs who took offence to us sitting together.