Xenophobia in South Africa

It's almost impossible to describe this feeling inside me.

Like standing outside a glass cage, looking in. I am becoming one of THEM.

THEM: the people I used to ask in my thoughts...why aren't you doing anything? Can't you see the pain? Why aren't you helping?

I realised this and I asked myself...but why?

Maybe because I am safe?
Maybe because I only found out about the Xenophobia on a blog?
Maybe because I don't see the killing and torture on the news every day?

That doesn't make it right...I know.

I used to wonder and judge because I thought they didn't WANT to help. Then I opened my eyes...they don't understand.

It's sad, they are so ignorant.

They called me a racist when I came here, I didn't deny it. I knew the truth, they would never understand if I tried to explain. They live in a haven of peace of prosperity, they don't know hi-jackings, rape and murder.

They are afraid.

South Africans have grown used to the violence and crime. There is no right and wrong, justice is just a word with a definition that they don't practice.

I'm not ashamed to be a South African, I'm just disappointed that people look at me and judge me for something I am not.

We are not judged as a person, we are judged as a nation.

Xenophobia in the townships have proved that there is no control and no justice. It was bound to happen sooner or later, it's just sad that innocent people's lives are being taken as a result from it.