By Deshnee Naidoo:
One hundred and fifty one years.
To billions of people the world over, it may be just another random number but not for the nearly 2 million South Africans of Indian descent. This number marks the time we have spent on the southern tip of Africa since our forefathers first arrived here as indentured labourers. Or rather, for that era, the politically correct term for slaves.
Then there are the politically correct terms of Indian South African and South African Indian, depending on what you see yourself as.
I am rather simple about this issue.
I am South African and that’s the end of it. Yes, I am a descendent of the indentured labourers but my forefathers chose to not return to India. Some of their family members did and that may mean I still have family there in India but I do not know them nor do they know me. South Africa has nurtured me, educated me and shaped my ideas and philosophies on the world and it is to South Africa that I pledge my loyalty and support through any venture, be it sport, politics or the arts.
I acknowledge and celebrate my cultural Indian identity but it does not make me who I am. I may look Indian and have Indian ancestry, even dress Indian sometimes but honestly?
I know nothing of the true culture of India and I cannot pretend to understand the issues affecting Indians of India. I do not speak any of the sub-continent’s languages (an unfortunate circumstance of our forefathers wanting us to succeed in a foreign world), nor do I understand the various cultural nuances.
However, I do understand some of the cultural, economic, political and social issues faced by South African Indians but I am still trying to wrap my head around it.