16 February 2017

We will NEVER, NEVER, NEVER forget Bloukrans

“Dis bloed, dis mensebloed!
Dis die lewensbloed wat hierdie oord
Se bossie-wortels voed!”

C. Louis Leipoldt (Afrikaans Poet)
The Bloukrans Monument

By Mike Smith

16th of February 2017

For those who do not know the history, here is a start:

The Bloukrans (Weenen) massacre of 16/17 February 2017

On the side of the Voortrekkers, 41 men, 56 women and 185 children as well as about 250 coloured and Sotho workers were killed.

Let it be a lesson for all eternity. In South Africa, as long as you have these bastards around you will never be able to relax, never be able to sleep properly.

Stuff reconciliation. It is time to take a Second Vow. Onthou Bloukrans. Onthou Bloedrivier. Onthou die Kerkstraat bom.

Bloukrans and Moordspruit: The Greatest nightmare in the History of South Africa, 16th of February 1838

One of my previous posts about Weenen


  1. Anonymous2:40 am



  2. Anonymous2:54 am

    Mike, eers raak my hart swaar as ek lees hoe die vrouens en kinders vermoor is, dan word ek kwaad vir die diere en wil hulle uitmoor.

    Hoe kon ons leiers toegelaat het dat ons weer so vermoor word? Het hulle nie die kennis gehad dat dit weer gaan gebeur nie? Hoekom het hulle nie al die kaffirs doodgemaak nie? Gaan ons soos hulle wees?

    Ek weet nie wat die antwoorde vir die vrae is nie, behalwe die laaste een. Die antwoord is nee, ons gaan hulle soos vliee doodmaak en tot oor die ewenaar jaag.

    1. Anonymous5:36 am


      @Anonymous2:54 am

      My brother, this time things will be different! You shall not find one, not one single one from the Cape to the equator in the future.

      There will be no reserves and no mercy shown.

      Bloukrans will not happen again but rather it is happening right now, its history repeating itself.

      They have no idea what is going to eventually befall them. They know deep down inside the capacity of the whites hence why despite in control of the country, they deep, deep down are shit scared of us.

      They know there will never be forgiveness or giving them money for mahala from now one. Going forward its eradication.

    2. Anonymous10:10 am

      what i see happening with this Boer mall ninja story:

      So white americans were used by satanist globalist George Bush to fight globalists oil wars, then whites got double crossed by the same globalists by inviting the arabs into Europe.

      You see, the law of satan demands a double cross (which is the inversion of God who keeps faithful to his covenent)

      if you do the will of Satan you will get double crossed. The arabs will get double crossed in Europe where they will be the new jews and will get put in camps one day and exterminated.

      So if you serve satan like boer mall ninja wants to (ie implement a globalist super state as envisaged by globalist Jan Smuts that extends to the equator) you will get double crossed again.

      Satan constantly used christian morality to get you to do his desires. For example, you need to ban guns to save children. You need to murder unborn babies in order to respect the human right to choose.

      So your natural human desire to fight the righteous fight will get hijacked by satan to push his extermination agenda and you will get double crossed.

      I honestly dont believe mall ninja is a real christian here

    3. @ Anon 10:10 am ...Oh please. Read the Bible. Ridding the land of the spawn of Satan is instructed by God. Seems like you are the one double crossed by Satan to come and convince us that God's word does not say what it says.

    4. Anonymous11:35 am

      That was the old testament, the dispensation has changed.

      PRoblem is also that Arabs are stuck in the old testament too

    5. Anonymous11:38 am

      Well mikey if you cant defeat the elite now, you wont be able to when you crawl out of your bunker (your self imposed Concentration camp). Like you forefathers who came out the war and walked into a globalist union of south africa, so it will be in the future.

    6. Anonymous11:58 am


      @Anonymous10:10 am

      So predictable - you know a lot, an awful lot about Satan, more than the average person. Seems like you might have a very, very intimate relationship with him.

      Who`s the bender or sender in the relationship? Maybe you can use Zumas new statue as a dildo?

      Now run along & play with Satan.

      BTW - The largest exporter of oil to the US has been Canada for several decades. Canada & Alaska probably have more oil than the entire middle east.

      Just saying!

    7. Anonymous2:11 am

      @ anon 11:35am

      What holds for the Old Testament holds for the New.

      Christ tells us he has come to bring the sword.

      The entire Bible was written for us whites only who are Gods children, and for no one else.

  3. Anonymous3:03 am

    Onthou Bloukrans.
    Onthou Bloedrivier.
    Onthou die Kerkstraat bom...

    How about we print this on a sticker & stick them all over on dustbins (over those rubbish bin estate agent faces, hehehe), en 500 ABSA points if you get one to stick on the back of a K4 taxi or 5000 ABSA points on a ANC branded helicopter...

    1. Slip them under hotel room doors. Leave them on train seats, scatter them over Green Market Square, the Water Front, Table Mountain, the beach...Defy the ANC in any which way possible. Do not go along with their "reconciliation" bullshit (Admission of guilt by Whites for Apartheid and paying forever)because blacks will NEVER say sorry for Bloukrans. Blacks will never apologise for the Church Street Bomb. The ANC had their chance at reconciliation. They had their TRC, which turned out to be a witchhunt after Whites whilst all their crimes got swept under the carpet and locked away never to be opened. Camp Quatro in point.

      No...stuff them. There will be no more "reconciliation". Only revenge...

      The day will still come that we will erect a monument to Willemientjie Potgieter and other children like her and we will remember...remember forever. There cannot be ANY reconciliation with the spawn of Satan. Never.

    2. Anonymous5:39 am


      That is a mighty fine idea.

      I never thought I would see the day when the whites turn. What was once thought of radical, is fast becoming the acceptable.

      No...stuff them. There will be no more "reconciliation". Only revenge...

      On them and those who were against us, sanctioned us but kept quiet while our people were & are being massacred.

      I have said so for more than a decade now and will say it till the day we exterminate the last, single last one - we have to clean up properly this time.

      I dont want to see a single one in this country in the future, not a single one.

    3. Anonymous9:29 am

      @Mike: Let me get cracking then...
      Will need to bring them to the Colony on a scooter as soon as money & time allows.


    4. Anonymous11:19 pm

      Give me ton of those stickers and I will make sure they get sticked on the right places for all eyes to see!!!

  4. Anonymous3:22 am

    They will be avenged...vaalpens

  5. Just take a drive and you will see our history WRITTEN IN STONE all accross this country..
    Makes you wonder where the blacks get their arrogance from by claiming this and claiming that..

    All I can say is that the majority of whites in SA do not know their history well enough, me included. If this was a Poker game we would be holding a pair of Aces and not even know it..

  6. Anonymous3:35 am

    "Mag is nie wat jy het nie, maar wat die vyand dink jy het". Dit is ons probleem want ons laat ons manipuleer deur beskuldigings soos rassisme en koerant berigte waar hul ons laat skuldig lyk as n boer in die Oos-Kaap n meid in n hok agter op n bakkie vervoer. Onthou jul nog toe hulle die land in 1994. oorgevat het, het hulle ons gestoomroller en hulle het besef hulle kon daarmee wegkom, dus het dieselfde taktiek van hulle net erger geraak want weereens; ons laat dit toe

  7. Stephen4:40 am

    Hi Mike

    I think about this often , whenever I search for old boer-pics on the net , I always run into these pics of Blood-river and Weenen and it sadens me Mike.

    I realise that these are not just some drawings of mythical events , but very real - very sad times of for our people , and its not so long ago, people might feel its another life but infact it was you - and me - and my wife and kids that felt that horrible pain .Im sure there was a Michael there, and a Stephen and a Tom and a Boere ninja - maybe even a couple.

    Its makes me feel on fire , I just want explode the more the reality dawns on me. Im here , because of their sacrifice , and I tell you - it stirs in me a rage so strong , I will NEVER forget their agony and to see it happen again on a daily basis with these farm-murders just adds fuel to the fire.

    Some day soon , some kaffirs is gonna feel all my rage.

    1. Anonymous5:08 am

      Myne ook

  8. Anonymous5:27 am

    Alhoewel ek glo in Siener se gesigte, word ons gekortwiek daardeur want ons wag vir sy dinge om te gebeur in plaas daarvan dat onsself iets doen om ons situasie te beredder. Ons wag en wag al vir 22 jaar maar sit agteroor en doen niks.

    1. Whiteman1:41 pm

      Anonymous 5:27 am, most of the patriots I know, are not just sitting and doing nothing. They are preparing for war, AND survival. They are fighting against the lies of the MSM, and even the churches. They are educating fellow citizens, to think clearly, and cultivate the right frame of mind. All these things take time, because the general populace, have been so thouroughly brainwashed and bullshitted, that it is actually an uphill battle. Now just think a bit about history. There has ALWAYS been a leader, who steps forward, organises the people, and then things start to happen. The Bible is also full of such examples. It is just the way that humanity has worked since Adam and Eve. We all thought Eugene Terblanche would be this leader years ago. But somehow it did not turn out like that. Who should we blame for this ? Maybe nobody. But untill a leader steps forward, and gets enough supporters to make a difference, we will have to play the waiting game. But I am worried. What if it turns out that ET was actually the man, and we all let him slip through our fingers ? And the last whiteman in this country, before he also gets killed, shouts out in anguish : Bliksem, I should have supported ET when I had the chance !

    2. Anonymous1:21 am

      Whiteman, dankie vir die terugvoer. Dit is vir my verblydend om te hoor dat ons mense nie net stilsit en niks doen nie maar wel iets aan ons benarde situasie doen. Ek sit hier in n gedeelte van die Weskaap waar alles baie rustig is en nie bewus is van verwikkelinge nie. Al wat ons hier op hoogte hou is Mike se nuus.

  9. Anonymous5:32 am


    My prayers for those souls today!

    "Let it be a lesson for all eternity. In South Africa, as long as you have these bastards around you will never be able to relax, never be able to sleep properly."

    There you have it!

    And people think Im radical lol - no!!! Its either them or us.

    You know they could not have coined it other than a "rainbow nation".

    For those who saw through the illusion, you knew that was just a way of programming the dof whites regardless of education that things will work out.

    For those who have seen a rainbow, surly you know that rainbows only but last a few moments before they fade.

    Bloukrans unfortunately is happening once again to this nation but throughout the land. Bloukrans is upon us again.

    This time we have to take a complete, new approach.

    Some might call it radical - let them call it what they like because those same people who call it radical and very quiet, very silent when our people are being murdered and so, what does this tell you about them?

    They are neither our enemy nor our friends - they are lukewarm. You dont want these people as friends or family - you cant rely on them.

    This time we clean up everything and people cant see it but its super simple. This enemy cannot even maintain a FARM, a simple FARM and yet they are worried about them - you worry about the wrong things.

    Complete, complete fumigation this time. It must be like when the yanks arrive at Cape Town International and ask "where are all the lions?" - they cant believe this is Africa.

    It must be the same only this time they will ask, where are all the karasites?

    In the museum pal!

    Bloukrans happened 2 days ago when they discovered another entire family massacred, it will happen next week & the next & the next and continue until we unite, arm, prepare and then eventually take matters into our own hands.

  10. Anonymous5:37 am

    Thank you Mike. I always learn something from this site. History, wat we do not learn from it, we are destined to repeat.
    Regards, Besoeker

  11. Anonymous8:42 am

    @ Mike Smith.

    Thank you.

    Thank you for remembering the age when men were men and pioneers had the spirit to face the dangers of the unknown and women lived to support their men and raise stock to be proud of.

    I grew up on those lands and played in the fields where that massacre and I fished the waters that now cover the lands where veg laager took place.

    If you never visited those site and have smelt that soil early in the morning, sat quietly in the evening breeze and its fingers caressed your skin and the grass lulled your senses and it rustled in the breeze, then you will never have the passion for this land that we love so much.

    Those men and women lived that passion, I truly hope that my white fellow men will realise that there is more to this land than a fast buck and quick cent.

    Thanks again Mike Smith.


    1. Anonymous11:32 am

      Bull shit. You grew up in brakpan, you said

    2. Very well said LTMA, I stand fully behind you.

    3. Anonymous9:53 pm

      @anon 11:32 am.

      Sorry mate, I was not your neighbour.


    4. RunForrestRun10:13 pm

      LOL, I also remember Brakpan (mind you every Friday night in Brakpan its Pa moer vir Ma en Boetie steek vir Sussie so its no wonder Gonorrhea has destroyed his single brain cell), but who the fuck knows, everybody on this blog is a Ruiter in Swart, Staal Burger, 007, Grensvegter and Trompie all rolled into one.

      We all know PF's had shit for brains.

    5. Oh, FFS RfR? Are you really such a poes? I know I promised that you would never elicit another response from me, but this isn't a response. It's merely an "FOF", which means "fuck off forever". You contribute absolutely nothing to the discussion or to debate about. You're just an empty vessel.

      Now, please go away and stay away. Have I asked nicely enough?

    6. Anonymous3:00 am

      @ rfr 10:13_pm.

      You missed the Dunning/Kruger shit that you more spew, that is the most meaningful shit that you have ever read, I am sure you jerk off to it a least 10 times a day.

      I fucking sad when a std 8 education can fuck up such a learned and degreed moffie like yourself.

      Run along now your Dunning/ Kruger paper is awaiting some more stains and crinkles.


    7. RunForrestRun4:06 am

      @TT,-and kindly fuck you too. Like all bullies you fucknuts aint so good at taking it.

    8. Anonymous4:26 am

      @ rfr 4:06am.

      Come now moffie, you cannot cry like a baby if you start the shit that you find yourself in.

      Bring it on rabbit boy, let's see you can and who cannot take it.


    9. Anonymous5:00 am


      That wigger on the previous post, is that a relation of yours, she also seems to sell out her kind and have no confidence and belief in her own kind.

      I bet you two swap mails on how bad the whiteys are and I know you say to her don't worry my girl, just remember that manmy had to push you out of his arse to give life to you.


  12. http://www.ilanamercer.com/phprunner/public_article_list_view.php?editid1=594

    How i wish she was wrong

    Maybe when the pain increases action will be seen


  13. "SURRENDER WITHOUT DEFEAThttp://www.ilanamercer.com/phprunner/public_article_list_view.php?editid1=594

    maybe when the pyn increases appro.action will be taken

    1. Anonymous11:31 am

      she has turned into a crazy cat and parrot lady

    2. Parrot lady ???

  14. Anonymous10:32 am

    Bloukrans and Moordspruit – “Blue Cliff” and “Spring of Murder”

    There was little to be seen on the night of the 16th of February 1838 for there was no moon at all. It was a peaceful night along the Tugela River and its tributaries, yet it would soon become the darkest night of foulest murder. It was the greatest nightmare anyone had ever known.

    Nobody knew it yet, but more than a week ago the Voortrekker governor Piet Retief and all 70 of his men and servants had been murdered by Dingane – king of the Zulu. They had been invited to a banquet to celebrate a peaceful land transaction when Dingane ordered his warriors to seize them. Retief and all his men were tortured to death in the most horrible way. Some were clubbed to death, while others were impaled, and then cast away to feed his vultures at KwaMatiwane – the place of killing.

    Many miles towards the north their families were waiting upon their return. They were, in fact, expecting good news and were hoping to see their returning men any day now. They had reason to feel relaxed. Northern Natal was one of the most beautiful places in Africa. Framed by the towering Drakensberg Mountains, the climate was mild and the rolling landscapes made the world seem enchantingly lovely in a thousand unfamiliar ways. It was a country more captivating than many of them had ever seen in all their lives.

    All along the Tugela River the Voortrekkers families were stretched out across a distance of 56 kilometres . They had no reason to suspect trouble. Dingane has sounded benevolent and friendly. There had been no news as yet, but under the circumstances no news was considered good news. Their leader, Gert Maritz, had nevertheless cautiously issued orders that the families should assembly near his own laager. The Voortrekkers found it impractical to be huddled together, however, and only a few families obeyed the instruction.

  15. Anonymous10:33 am

    The rest remained at their peaceful encampments scattered across the valleys. That afternoon they brought their livestock closer to their camps, set out guards against lions – and prepared their pleasant suppers. Grandfathers read to their families from the Bible, mothers tucked their little ones in and kissed them each good night. One by one the voices all went quiet as the candles were blown out and the campfires were allowed to slowly burn to embers.

    Around midnight, though, people began to stir. Some arose and started peering into the darkness with anxious eyes. From far away down-river came the sound of thunder. Yet, there was no lightning. And as they listened they began to realize that what they heard was not thunder, but the noise of distant gunfire. The sound of shots spread along the river frontage until they gradually fell silent altogether.

    In places the glow of fires lit up the sky, until these too slowly disappeared. Eyes turned white in the suffocating darkness, for these were men who had already known four generations of warfare. They had guessed what was going on – and they knew were about to join a living nightmare. Little children began to cry. Trembling lips began to pray in silence. They had seen it before. They already knew what this meant – and they all silently understood that the angel of death was on its way to visit them as well.

    Down river hardly anyone had heard the silent tread of 10,000 Zulu phantoms as they marched through the long grass. Here and there a dog strained at its rope and barked hysterically. The cattle milled and horses began to whinny. The animals could sense the approach, but inside some of the wagons the families were still sleeping soundly.

  16. Anonymous10:33 am

    When the restlessness roused them, they were still drugged by sleep and slow in realizing what was happening. But then the long grass parted and a figure leapt into the wagon – dark as the night – with only eyes and teeth shining white. For a moment the moon gleamed upon a naked blade – and then there was a scream – a long, drawn-out shriek that shattered the night as if the entire sky was made of brittle glass. And then the warriors were everywhere at once.

    In many places men were quick to leap to their feet and find their guns. By the light of stars alone their shaking fingers poured powder down the barrels, and a little more into the pan of their flintlocks. They hardly had to raise and aim – some scarcely had the opportunity to fire more than one or two shots before Zululand’s sharpest steel sliced into their backs and chests. In some places there was more resistance. The lucky ones who had more warning managed to find a little shelter – from where they fought a fight that required no courage – when fighting for the ones you love beyond reason itself – courage had no meaning. All men became lions and every soul was turned into a hero. Circumstances simply made you one.

    Every man and women fought for their very lives that night. First with guns, and then with axes, knives and any object that they could swing. When these weapons were pried from their wounded arms, they fought with their bare hands. Fathers fell across their children, and mothers huddled around their crying infants. The blades found them all. The spears knew no mercy of any kind. The blades went through the mothers and into their children as if they were made from butter. Even the children who tore loose and ran away were run down and caught. Not one of them was spared.

  17. Anonymous10:34 am

    As they threw their torches onto the tented wagons and the flames began to dance – the warriors of Zululand made sure that all the men and women were finished off. Then they took the children – every little child and baby that still breathed. They held them by their feet and swung their little heads against the wagons wheels. Each little crying voice ended with a hollow thud until every one of them was silent. Then they took everything they wanted, and sliced the bellies open of the people they had murdered.

    Behind them they left utter carnage. Burning wood and canvas, fluttering feathers from sliced open beds and pillows, and scattered flour that looked like snow in all directions. Here and there a life was still gurgling away while limbs contorted painfully. Glass shattered, furniture smashed. Nothing left alive at all. And so they continued up the river to see who else they could still overrun.

    Lourens Christiaan de Klerk, who survived the butchery, told that after they had listened to the firing in the dark for some time, a bushman woman had come stumbling into their laager. She was too shocked and traumatized to speak, and however hard they tried, they could not get a word out of her. By this, however, they knew what to expect.

  18. Anonymous10:34 am

    Shortly after a white man came running from the same direction. This was Daniel Bezuidenhout, bare-headed and streaming with blood, and only dressed in shirt and trousers.
    “All murdered!” he cried. “The Zulus are here!”

    Gasping with exhaustion, he told his dreadful story. When the barking of their dogs woke him at 1 o’clock in the morning, he had risen to see whether the livestock was wandering off or being threatened by a leopard. To his surprise, he walked into a regiment of Zulus. Freezing in his tracks, he heard the warriors’ shields going “zirrrr” through the grass, and followed the noise as the Zulus stabbed at his dogs in the dark. Only half-clad, he retreated stealthily. Then he stumbled into a second regiment which was approaching from another direction. Under cover of darkness he hastened to his waggon where his wife was sick with their little baby of six days old. Handing him the child, she beseeched him to flee to safety.

    As he jumped into the darkness and forced his way through the Zulus he could hear them stab his aged father to death. With the child in his arms, he managed to break through after being encircled three times. On each occasion they had been drawn to him by the crying of the baby. They first managed to stab him while he was crouched over the child, so that the spear entered his shoulder blade and went down his chest along his rib cage before killing the little baby in his arms. He did not notice it immediately, though, until after he had been wounded twice more.

    When he finally managed to escape, he hid himself among the cattle. He was now safely in the darkness behind the Zulu lines. From here he could hear how the Zulus were stabbing the dogs and chickens to death, the tearing of the tent canvass and the destruction of the waggons.

  19. Anonymous10:35 am

    At this point the bereaved father discovered that the helpless child was lifeless in his arms. Realizing that there was nothing more that he could do for his exterminated family, he hid the little body under a bush, and ran through the night to warn the other pioneers. In so doing, he gave priceless warning to the Van Dijks, the Scheepers family, as well as the Roets and Van Vuuren families and the family of Karel Geer. This saved many lives.

    Even while Bezuidenhout was still telling his dreadful tale, the thundering of hooves brought Heila Petronella Roberts and her two daughters into their laager. Unbeknown to Heila, her husband had already been murdered with Piet Retief. Having been warned by the shots from a single man that night, she and her children had barely managed to reach their horses and escape in time. She confirmed that all the Bezuidenhouts had been killed.

    Her own story was just as terrible. As she was fleeing from her waggons, she said she saw the neighbouring Greyling and Engelbrecht families – all 36 of them – running for the safety of her waggons. Moments later she saw them being overwhelmed and butchered to the last man, woman and child. There would be many more stories which were similar to these.

    Gun battles were raging through the night in all directions. Nearly everywhere the fights were desperate to the extreme. The need was so severe that even children had to fight. One example was the little ten year old son of Gert Maritz who had to fire and load just like all the grown men. It is impossible to imagine the utter chaos of that night as thousands of warriors shouted, oxen and livestock scattered in all directions, guns blazed away at sounds and shadows, and the cry of murdered people rent the sky.

  20. Anonymous10:35 am

    It was a night in which heroes were made. At Rensburg koppie, Willem van Rensburg held his gun upside down to indicate that they were out of ammunition.
    “Help people! There is powder and lead in Willem Pretorius’ waggon!” he cried.
    Nobody thought it possible, but a small group of men fought their way through the Zulu ranks. A young man of 18 years old, Martinus Jacobus Oosthuizen, or Tinie, as he was called, made the desperate race to the Pretorius waggons on his horse, “Swartjie” (Blackie).

    Laden with shot and powder, the boy then had to run the gauntlet all the way back again. With desperate fascination the men watched as he stormed right into the ranks of 1,500 warriors – dodging clubs and spears as best he could. For a moment it seemed, lost, but then he burst through and completed his five minute death run in safety. His was just one more act of heroism that saved many lives that day. The women who survived the battle with their men showered him with kisses of appreciation afterwards.

    Further away, the laagers which had been spared rallied themselves and went flying into the darkness – riding as hard as they could to try and aid whomever they might. In the darkness, however, they could not do very much. They were among the bravest of the brave to attack like that, but it was already far too late for most. The scale of the attack was just too big and the speed had been too great.

    When the sun rose that morning, it fell across the valleys of a blood-soaked country. What the men saw on that day was something that most would not see again in their entire lives – a scene that few would ever want to talk about. The carnage was beyond description. Entire families had been wiped out. Waggon encampments were still smoking – with the wagons standing like coal-black skeletons upon the lonely landscape.

  21. Anonymous10:36 am

    The deeds of valiant bravery that occurred that night were many, yet most are lost to history because the heroes fought until they perished and no one was left to tell the tale. The few who lived were scarred for life. They must have had nightmares for as long as they lived, and more than likely seldom spoke about that night.

    One little girl, Johanna van der Merwe, was just 12 years old. She escaped the Van der Merwe laager and managed to reach the Prinsloo family which was encamped elsewhere. But here also, death found the families. Elizabeth (Betta) De Beer could only grab the youngest of her three children, a nine months old baby. She sought shelter beneath a waggon, but her baby was assaulted through the spokes of a wheel. Being left for dead, she managed to flee into the darkness, still clutching her bloody little baby in her arms. At the Bloukrans River she discovered the little child was dead, so she left its body there.

    Together with Johanna van der Merwe and a Prinsloo girl they were found in a tree, which they climbed during the night of terror. There they were so weakened that they could not make a sound. After the sun had risen, two Zulus had passed beneath the tree. Drawn by the sight of blood that was dripping from the branches, they proceeded to stab at the girls as far as they could reach. One climbed into the thorn tree and grabbed Betta De Beer by her long hair. She became stuck in a fork of the tree, which prevented him from pulling her down.

    When they were satisfied that the girls were probably dead, they moved on. They were only discovered by the pioneers when the vultures began circling the tree. Little Johanna had no less than 21 stab wounds. Catherina Prinsloo, was stabbed 23 times. The young Betta De Beer died a few days later. Elsewhere, Gert Lucas Joubert was also found with 21 wounds. His body was retrieved from beneath a pile of mutilated corpses. He, however, somehow managed to survive.

    Another tale of survival is so dreadful that it almost cannot be repeated. One woman had been huddled against the trunk of a tree, desperately trying to shelter her baby with her body. After having stabbed her in the arms and legs, a Zulu ripped the baby from her clutch and disembowelled it with one thrust. Upon stabbing the mother in the back, she collapsed unconscious.

    When she came to a little while later, the Zulu was laughing as he stabbed at her other child in the tree above her. The warrior laughed while the child wailed with fear. At long last the tormented child fell from the tree, nearly on top of its mother, where she lay with racing heart while pretending to be dead. The poor mother survived the deadly ordeal, probably to be haunted by nightmares for the rest of her life.

    All through that day, the pioneers followed the sight of circling vultures in search of their scattered loved ones. Often they found the bodies of dead or dying Zulus – which they dispatched at once. Sometimes they found the bodies of their own – and wept with bitter anguish.

  22. Anonymous10:36 am

    One man by the name of Du Preez was just returning from a hunting trip. When he reached his laager, he found his wife and every one of his seven children cold and lifeless. An entire family wiped out, with only he himself that had been spared by circumstances. Besides that, he had lost everything he owned, except the clothes that he was standing in. Some of the scenes were so dreadful that those who wrote down their memories many years later repeatedly declared that they were too terrible to record in detail.

    The scent of death hung heavily across the bloody tapestry of that night. Ferdinand Paulus van Gass, who was just a young man at the time, wrote that, “all had been murdered in this gruesome way; children had stakes driven into their mouths and out the back of their heads, women were sliced open and their entrails were torn out, while the men were similarly treated in a manner that I am not able to recount.”

    In the bush and long grass, bearded pioneers must have fallen to their knees and sobbed as they recognized friends and family, or familiar faces and neighbours. Van Gass recounted that at one laager they could not find a single gun that was not broken. The men had fought until they were out of ammunition, and had then fought with guns used as clubs until they were overwhelmed. Everywhere they collected little bundles – the castaway and crumpled figures of terrified little children, or women and servants who had died while trying to escape. Most were mutilated. Their bodies were strewn across the veld like so much rubbish. Even the dogs, cats, chickens and domestic animals were all butchered.

    In places the bodies of victims and attackers were still entwined as they had died in mortal combat. Abraham Carel Bothma, who was the brother of Stephanus Bothma who had been hung at Slagtersnek, was found in this way. He had a large spear through his chest while the Zulu at his side had a knife wound in his heart. Bothma still had both legs wrapped around the Zulu from their deathly contest, but his body had been slit open and disembowelled from top to bottom.

    Around him his coloured servant lay similarly mutilated, while in their camp all the women were found with their clothes torn off. They had been sliced open similarly. Above each place of slaughter the vultures were circling patiently – or rattling the branches of the thorn trees before jumping to a hurried feast.

    In many places families were found inside their waggons. Some of the little children had suffocated to death beneath the weight of their dead relatives. In one waggon, 21 corpses were piled, plus one little eight year old girl who was dragged from under them, still alive.

    The 12 year old Hannie van der Merwe was found with 21 spear wounds beneath a heap of 20 bodies. She astonished everyone by surviving. In places the blood scratch-marks showed how frightened women had been dragged from underneath their beds. The savageness defied all description. It was too much to witness women of all ages, their clothes stripped, their breasts cut off, and impaled with spears, before being disembowelled. Some had their Achilles tendons cut off. One such victim, Catharina Prinsloo, had hers cut also. She survived this mutilation, and altogether 17 spear wounds, and lived as a crippled until she died in 1892. Servants shared the same fate – butchered without mercy.

  23. Anonymous10:38 am

    The survivors stared with hollow eyes, and drawn expressions. They were the toughest people in the Colony. Most of these men had grown up on the Eastern Border. They had known nothing but border raids all their lives. Most of them had known war since they were born. Blood was nothing new to them. But this was by far – without comparison – the bloodiest scene that anyone had ever witnessed. They stared at the limbs of little children which had been hacked off and cast into the trees like morbid decorations. All the dreadful memories that they ever had paled into insignificance compared to the unspeakable horror of one single night.

    They still found survivors along the rivers and valleys, but not many. In one place, the astonished rescuers heard a whimper. At their approach they discovered a woman that lay sprawled with a spear still protruding from her back. When they rolled her over they found that the blade had sliced right through her, and also through the body of her baby, it was buried in the ground. The mother was cold and dead, but to their amazement they found the child was still alive. They removed the blade with the greatest care and still the little one did not perish. She was one of the few who were destined to survive that night. She would later marry and live until a good old age.

    In the regions of Bloukrans and Moordspruit the sad pioneers collected the remains of those whom they had loved. Many of their names were recorded, but some were simply lost upon the vastness of the land. Together with their servants, the list of those who were butchered in that single night numbered 525 although it was impossible to be precise as so many families had been wiped out entirely, and so many had vanished without a trace.

    The number of Zulus who had been killed was estimated at 500, while an unknown additional number had drowned in the rivers during the night. There were so many orphan children that the pioneers scarcely knew what to do with them afterwards. Funerals were held for ten days afterwards as more and more bodies continued to be discovered. Many were buried in two mass graves of 7 by 7 metres. On top of everything, the news was then received that Piet Retief and all his men had been massacred by Dingane. Not a single one had escaped.

    When it was over, a spirit of great defeat and desolated descended upon the traumatized survivors. They had lost more than the mind could comprehend, for besides the many deaths of their loved ones, they had been robbed of a multitude of cattle which had either been driven off or been killed and mutilated.

  24. Anonymous10:40 am

    With the death of the popular and charismatic Piet Retief, they also found themselves leaderless. Anxious laagers were drawn while false reports came in that more Zulus were on their way to continue the attacks. Some wanted to return back to the Colony. Most of the others, however, had now been steeled in their resolve.

    During this dreadful time something occurred which seems peculiar to what would later become the Afrikaner nation. When desperation was so deep that even the stoutest hearts would lose their courage, it was remarkable how women often took a stand.
    This was perhaps the first of these occasions when a group of women addressed their men and boldly declared: “If you are not man enough, then we as women will attack the Zulus!”

    Their bravery inspired others who similarly declared that they would “expressly not trek home again, but would remain here to avenge this great injustice or to perish as their bothers.” A few turned back, but the vast majority stubbornly remained. Many felt that under these desperate circumstances, they had only the most desperate option left to them – and that was to regroup and find some way to attack their vastly superior enemy.

    They could not have known it, but a dreadful time of siege and fear lay yet ahead for the shocked survivors. They would still be ravaged by cold and hunger and deadly disease epidemics while they huddled together and waited out months of siege and never-ending rains in squelching mud.

    This would become one of the two darkest hours in the history of their budding nation. Indeed, much more blood was still to flow before the Zulu might would finally be cracked at Blood River and then be brushed away at Ulundi. They was destined to become a pioneer generation that was formed in the crucible of severest trauma. These experiences forged them into an indescribably tough people with a strength of faith that seemed unique in all their generations.

    Our own Labuschagne trek was there that night, but they were among the lucky ones. Although no historical records about their movements have been found, it is believed that they were laagered at Labuschagnesdrift near Potgieters drift, where in 1899 the Spioenkop battles would be fought. Somehow the Zulus probably just did not chance to find their laager in that night. We were undeservedly lucky for from my own people apparently not a single one of them was lost. Other families, however, were wiped out entirely. Thousands of men and women never lived because of the lives that were lost that day.

  25. Anonymous10:40 am

    People still remember the names of Bloukrans and Moordspruit today, and they know that the names are synonymous with some old tragedy of the past. What they do not realize, however, is that some of history’s traumas were so dramatic that people could not talk about them. And because they could not talk about them, they were not written down to the same degree of detail as other events were. They were just too terrible to tell frequently. And because there was less detail, they are not so well remembered now.

    I look outside my window tonight and watch the moon as silver clouds spill across the sky. The charcoal branches of a tree reaches knottily, like the bones of some ancient hand that reaches to pluck it form the sky. It makes the scene alive before my mind eye. And I think about Natal, for I had known it well enough myself. I have been where these events had taken place. I have walked across the rolling plains of the Tugela basin. I have walked with outstretched hands, so that the long grass passed lovingly through my fingers.

    Along those same very hills my ancestors fought in the desperate modern battles of the Anglo-Boer War, hardly sixty years later. This land holds so much meaning. Sometimes I think that the grass grows so beautiful in that land because it has been fed by so much blood. This is the land of my fathers. It was the land that they had dreamed about. For many it became their nightmare. But still, there is an element of loveliness that continues to this very day.

    When the mighty Drakensberg lies snow-capped beneath a cobalt sky at twilight – when the turpentine grass is long and golden and smells like pine – and when the Tugela gurgles like a sleeping child – that’s when the land is so beautiful that it hurts your eyes and makes them water.

    You think about this night and close your eyes and shudder. But when you open your eyes again the land is smiling. In the early morning when the sun rises and the gentle mists lie lazily upon the valleys – the pleading screams and helpless cries begin to fade. And all you hear is the total silence that whispers that Africa still loves her children – and that she wishes none of this had ever happened. Stay Vigilant .

    1. Thank you anon1032.

      I will never forget Bloukrans & Moordspruit.

    2. Anonymous1:08 pm

      I see Mr Smith has again sent many of my replies to the copy editor bin.
      What is the matter Mr Smith ?
      Scared LTMA ( the big boaster ) cannot answer my questions ?

      Never happened
      Well sorry to burst your little bubble
      I will tell you WHY and how it happened
      Because -- 'n Boer weet mos altyd beter
      Instead of listening and waiting for the treaty to be properly ratified they all moved down from the Drakensberg without permission.
      They scattered all over the place in their little family groups -- want jy weet mos 'n Boer hou nie daarvan om sy buurman se rook te sien nie
      Against ALL advice to stay together and to be on their guard they all went and did their own thing.
      Sleeping soundly at night like the true idiots they were.

      I really think you need to go and read some REAL history -- proper history from original sources ( Voortrekker sources )
      Of course these are not the ones you want to read -- because they do not maintain the MYTH !

    3. @ Anon 1:08 pm Who bleated..."I see Mr Smith has again sent many of my replies to the copy editor bin.What is the matter Mr Smith ?"

      How would I know which comments were yours if you keep using an anonymous. Give yourself a name, you can still remain anonymous.

      May I make a suggestion judged on your comment above? "How does "Fucktard" sound?

    4. Anonymous12:40 am

      @ Anon 1:08 pm.

      Cunt, is that what your mommy called you, why don't you start the shit and see if I boast or I am for real, you hide in the fucking ethers but your cowardly stench permeates the air around the apparatus from which I read you.

      Now listen, shit for brains and get it right this time. I said I live on the East rand, I never once claimed to have been born here or raise here. Should I draw pictures for you, you knuckle dragging retard.

      My species left the cave about 25000 years ago, we had learned to read, write and talk properly, we left our art and drawing equipment for your species that we noticed was so retarded that you had to rest on your knuckles to prevent yourselves from toppling over.

      I see now that you were to fucking thick to work out what to do with the art and drawing stuff, what a waste from ourside, we should have taken the stuff with us, shows me that you fuckers don't deserve any help.

      You see limp dick MF I am unlike Mr Smith, I have long ago given up with being nice and well mannered, cunts like you and another poster on this blog deserve all the shit I can muster.

      Now little boy, until you can man up, WTF don't you shut up.

      If you really want to know, my line comes from Natal and I traced my line to the voortrekkers that settled those Northern Natal lands and turn those lands in farms after kicking black retard arse. Fuck face I can also say I have visited those lands many times to pay my respects to those hard pioneers that prepared a country for me that arseholes like you and fellow retard think you can just claim. Fuck off back to your cave and stop leaving your knuckle skin in our back yard.


    5. Anonymous2:45 am

      I see RFR has you down to a T
      Swear as much as you like IF it helps you to feel better.
      It will NOT change history ( or at least what REALLY happened -- which of course you are ignorant of )
      Perhaps MY line comes all the way from JvR and the VOC .....

      Did Mr Smith tell you about this one ?



      Perhaps he does not get a SOUTH AFRICAN newspaper wherever he is ?

      You see dumb phuques like yourself that only know how to swear have been outplayed and outwitted -- even while you have so MUCH to say to others who try to point out the errors in your blind unreasoning thrashing about !

    6. @ Anon 2:45 am. I see your iritating arse is still arround. Last time I dumped your comments. You want me to do it again?

    7. Anonymous4:53 am

      @anon 2:45am.

      Is this the best your education can do?

      You want to stir shit then you want to wrap yourself in tinsel, fucking man up you pussy, if your line came from JvR, the man must be denying any relationship to you, there in the afterlife.

      I wouldn't boast about my lineage if I was you, you will embarrass other members of your kin.


    8. Anonymous6:53 am

      @ Anon 2:45am.

      Now I have time to respond to you properly, cunt.

      You outplay and outwit me, BHWAHAHAHAHA, just excuse me while I lift myself off the floor. FMD! You do have an opinion of yourself, I think your head is so far up your own arse that your maid is going to have to mark the soles of your shoes, so that people might know who you are.

      You twats amaze me, you throw insults around and deliberately try annoy people, then when those people come back at you not even a factory of twins savers can mop up your tears. You cannot take the punch boy, you're not man enough to up yet. You're a little cry baby wanting to cuddle mommy when shit flies and reality gets real.

      You point out my blind unreasoning, go fuck yourself, its fuck turds like you that cannot reason you are the fuckers that cannot see through your stupidity and fucking educated ways. You are the turds that get murdered and slaughtered wholesale because as much as we tell you something you think you're to smart and we are too stupid. If we are so stupid what are you doing here wtf do you want to join in this conversation.

      Allow me to tell you, you are the type that mans up around your chommies and becomes the sof and then when you're in coon country you become the loving liberal. You see balless I know your type I have seen to many of you fence sitters to tolerate your shit.

      Go drag your knuckle in coonville maybe its more your territory as for here I personally do not like the smell that you stink in your posts.

      I truly wish you fucks would get a label on this blog but you're to much of a coward to even do that.


    9. Anonymous12:06 pm

      Seeing as you talk so big
      Here is a bit of advice for you
      YOU do NOT have to wait for the "revolution"
      YOU can go NOW and go kill a few of these savage CRIMINALS
      Unlike your pointless threats here the criminals might not wait around to be -- slaughtered !
      Best get a move on ......

      Trump reminisced about Bronson’s Death Wish and got people in the crowd to shout out the title of the 1974 film in unison. In the movie, an affluent, liberal architect embarks on a vigilante mission after his life is shattered by thugs who kill his wife and rape his daughter.



      Follow this example and you might actually do something useful ... ?

    10. Anonymous8:25 pm

      @ Anon 12:06 pm.

      Thank you arse wipe, thank you for opening that door.

      Let me inform you.

      The only reason people get slaughtered is because they believe it will never happen to them. In SA there have been farm murders since 1989 and they continue to this day, why? Allow me, people like yourself do not learn, you idiots do not see retard as a threat, you do not see the latent savage within the clothed beast. You think that if you clothed that beast, put shoes on its feet and give it a pen, you have made it tame.

      Your way of thinking costs people their lives, the savage does not kill them they kill themselves, for they do not prepare or train for IA they do not see the disaster striking them.

      When the first farm murder occurred farmers should have secured their homesteads like the Rhodesian farmers did, installed infrared CCTV, motion activated alarm systems, dogs, geese and fucking armoury ammunition stock piles.

      They should have trained every member of their family to shoot and fight, but no, idiots like you told them it was just a one off, yes it was a one off and those one offs have accumulated to thousands.

      Now why must I become vigilante for somebody who is not interested in helping themselves? You see I will help somebody that seriously wants to be helped but parasites like you that sponge off people like me are too many and you lot need to feel a bit before you will change. I really hope and pray that a gang of retards beast find you and your family just so you can find out what they really are.

      Now arse wipe fuck off and eat more shit because that is all you spew here, if youre interested in becoming properly prepared, let me know, I have an excellent 12 week course that I recommend, it might just save your life........ And you might just become a man.


    11. Anonymous2:48 am

      You assume to much
      I see you have a "potty" problem -- did you have shitty problems in your baby years ?

      I really hope and pray that a gang of retards beast find you and your family just so you can find out what they really are.

      Be VERY careful what you wish for ...
      I have a standard mantra --
      Let every thought toward me be repaid in kind and double over
      You see
      GOOD thoughts towards me get sent back double over in goodness.
      BAD thoughts towards me get sent back double over -- in a double dose of the ill that was the intent of the bad thoughts.

      As to your twelve week course ...
      For someone that can wish that kind of evil on a person ....???
      NO THANKS !
      PS ; I was in Rhodesia -- traveled the whole country during the "bad-days"

  26. Anonymous12:43 pm

    Since the beginning of time the kaffir is a destroyer, a demon and a parasite.

  27. Whiteman4:13 pm

    Anonymous 10:32 am, thanks for the trouble you went to, so that all our readers could come to grips with Africa. As we all know, similar tradgedies, have been part of this continent, wherever the whiteman has set his foot on African soil. Why does history just keep on repeating itself ? What are we doing wrong, so that we can never enjoy a peaceful happy existence ? In the Apartheid days, we perhaps had less murders and more prosperity, but what can we show for it today ? What are we handiing over to our children ? People often say, the Voortrekkers should have killed all the nignogs, and we would not have had a problem today. But they have NO idea, what they are talking about. Try riding around on horseback, with a single shot musket, and see how far you can get. And you have to live, farm, and look after your family in the process. But I will admit, with modern weaponry, and scientific means, we just might be able to solve the " African problem. " But zuma, malema etc, want to solve the " White problem ! " After twenty-plus years, we know that the rainbow-option, will NEVER work. Not even Trump can make it work. So where does this leave us ? Obviously Blood River no 2 ! We have hundreds, ( thousands ? ), of preachers, honest praying people, and Bible experts, like Sarel Cilliers. But where is Andries Pretorius ? ?

  28. Anonymous1:59 am

    Wanneer die erwe van die vadere die nageslag met voorspoed verveel dan vergeet hul die prys in bloed betaal. So sal die geskiedenis hom weer herhaal telkemaal. 'n Land met bloed betaal is sonder 'n skoot deur verraad verkoop. Wat sal die antwoord wees as die voorgeslagte vra, het ons dan verniet met ons bloed betaal. Minag julle die smarte almal wat met die pad verby ons gaan. Raak dit julle nie, so baie bloed gestort.'n Nageslag wat vir ewig wag. Sal julle swyg en nooit die stryd aanhef. Te vergeefs wag hulle 'n antwoord af. Die verraad hou die wag oor ons. Miskien 'n paar geslagte hiervandaan sal die voorgeslagte weer op moet staan.