Diversity cannot work. It replaces a single culture, no matter how nascent, with a compromise culture in which no standards can exist except on a permissive level. That in turn encourages resentment and parasitism and a host of other things entirely unrelated to getting necessary things done.
South Africa went down the path of collapse in the 1980s. Its government, tired of international pressure and apparently too lazy to hide its Social Darwinism behind libertarian pretense, opted for a political system that enfranchised one numerous ethnic group over the ruling caste of Europeans. That in itself leads to disaster, but this newly-enfranchised group is also not biologically ready for the complexities of civilization beyond the tribal/village level which has been their way of life for thousands of years.
As a result, the new conquerors have opted for an illogical program of extracting as much wealth as they can from the ruling caste as possible, forgetting that in doing so, they will dry up that well and be left with a real wasteland. They do not care. Their goal, like that of the elites in the West, is to be In Power. Whether that is over a sprawling wasteland of villages or a modern society, matters not to them… they will have all the conveniences they want for their personal lives, either way. The king always lives well.
A South African writer has contributed the following story of the experiences of a friend of his. He wishes to remain anonymous, of course, because internet retaliation is worse in countries without rule of law. But here is what happened and how it reflects on the “New South Africa”:
A South African commercial farmer (traditionally known as a â€œBoerâ€) owns four relatively large farms but also manages three other farms for the South African Government.
The managed farms are the subject of this story. These â€œotherâ€ farms are located in a State-owned tribal trust area. There are several of these trusts across the country, each of which is â€œallocatedâ€ to a specific tribe and in this case, the â€œVendaâ€ tribe. According to the farmer the Government â€œtookâ€ the same land in the â€˜70s from white farmers in order to consolidate an area that, having been inhabited by the Venda tribe and acknowledged as their â€œhomeland,â€ serve as a form of demi-state for the Venda.
These farms were taken over by the Venda people in the form of the tribal Chief or King who would have allocated these areas/farms to specific members of his tribe, to cultivate as it were. However, despite enormous resources at the disposal of the Chief in all disciplines, all of these farms came to a standstill. The Boer farmer was tasked by the current black government with getting these farms â€œgoingâ€ again.
The farmer installed water pumps and provided farming tools to the Venda on the managed farm. To his amazement the pumps and tools he provided were removed within a week and re-sold for money. He promptly installed a new set of pumps as they were vital to the running of the forage. As he installed these pumps, a caravan of local people drove a half-mile behind him in order to remove the same. Needless to say he did not contemplate a third installation.
At the same time, on his own farms, he had a very good relationship with his own black workforce. But three months ago something changed for the worse. His fruit trees were routinely stripped with some trees literally chopped down. When he confronted his own workers on this behavior they told him straight to his face that the farm does not belong to him anymore and that he must share it. When he shows them which trees they can use for fire wood, they ignore him and cut protected species down.
This type of intimidation has gotten worse over these three months to the extent that he closed his small businesses in town. Currently he is assessing the possibilities to also sell the farms, which is a difficult thing for a real farmer to do. His wife has been attacked at home and dragged into the bushes, which was stopped after he had arrived on the scene. On his own he is not afraid to engage these criminals, but he is afraid for his wife.
Now the farmer faces a quandary that many higher-income South Africans face: how to escape. His farming turnover exceeds $4m and the proceeds from the sale will allow him to find a â€œsaferâ€ place to stay, if he can find a way out of the larcenous, corrupt, third-world style society South Africa has become.
This story will be familiar to Americans from the Southern half of that country, because the large number of third world immigrants in that area has changed almost every election into a contest where the minority candidate always wins. It is the same everywhere: groups vote in self-interest, except the guilt-ridden and now degenerate ruling caste, who promptly obliterate themselves in a disgusting miasma of weeping, self-congratulatory pretense, and perversity.