I was in south africa last spring with a church group. during our time in Johanessburg and cape town my hair just stood on end. It reminded me of the a time when I lived near harlem in the 1980’s. I walked cat footed on jungle feet in some neighborhoods. In others I had to move fast because the hatred was so thick and and the people were so predatory. south africa was the same.
we went up to zambia where there were almost no whites. but the combination of urban poverty unhappiness and predation was not there. It felt happier and safer.
If you’re going to be dirt poor —its better to be dirt poor up country in zambia than in the townships of south africa.
There’s a reason (at least some) housing or apartment complexes in South Africa have guards walking around with AK-47’s.
Go to Kenya and hear them bitching about their former British “overlords” who left years ago. If it wasn’t for the safaris and Kilimanjaro, it would be just another shole country. Come to think of it — I don’t know of one country in Africa where I want to live. The continent was better off under their European masters and most of them probably agree with me, especially the Hutu and Tutsi occupants of the many mass graves. Africa — the White Man’s burden.