As a child I can remember looking at the flag, knowing I belong. There was a pride and a fellowship but back then that was all it was. A symbol of unity. I thought it was a beautiful flag but as young as I was I could never understand that blue blot on it.  A remark to the people who almost exterminated my people. Who killed woman and children in the worst of ways. I can still remember the stories of the camps and the finely ground glass in the food given to my people that served as a warning to me and my kin. You don't trust the English. Guess one could argue that the Brits started it all. Never was I taught anything about a black man. Guess it would be fair for a black man to hate the old flag about as much as I don't like that blue flag. Then again I see the new flag and it means about the same as the old flag would mean to a black south African except now there is no more glass a but two-step, knives and bullets with a coating of economic sidling and reverse discrimination.