Farmers and thugs
Like many other readers, I awaited the arrival of another magazine with the hope that it would stand the test of our economic times… When you love the print medium, a lovely magazine like Platteland with its exquisite blend of articles, chats and interesting stuff is an asset in any home.
As I had to spend the past six weeks in a hospital bed, I couldn’t wait for your winter issue. But, still, in my heart there’s a certain hesitance, as though I’m looking over my shoulder… See, I was raised on a farm. My parents farmed outside Vredendal back when farming was still a noble calling. Now, sadly, our farmers are the targets of thugs.
I’ve always harboured a desire to farm, but that’s something I no longer want to do. How does one farm and make a living when the lives of your loved ones are threatened?
And so, as I read Platteland, I wonder how many other readers feel the same. How many would move to the platteland if circumstances were different in South Africa? How many kids are being deprived of a carefree rural existence as a result? And will the wheel ever turn so these miseries can end?
Till then, thank you for an excellent magazine. I will continue to delight in the pleasure of reading it!