For the past 12 years, I’ve built a Facebook friendship with a White Afrikaner we’ll call, Eli. Of course, Eli is not his real name, as he must remain anonymous to avoid a death sentence for treason simply for speaking out against the South African government’s actions. Eli lives in hate-filled South Africa, one of the most violent countries on earth. The Transvaal Agricultural Union reports 635 farm murders from 2014 to 2024, averaging 63 per year and often involving unspeakable torture.

For example, on May 14, of this year, a White farmer was murdered and his fiancée gang-raped by six men. A 2003 Freedom Front report noted a White Afrikaner murder rate of 274 per 100,000 versus a national rate of 61 per 100,000. This is a staggering number considering that cartel-plagued Mexico’s is 28 per 100,000.

The following is a letter to America, a letter to you, from Eli.

Hi, my name is Eli. I’m a 44-year-old white male, born in South Africa in the 1980s in the last years of apartheid. My parents weren’t very political but got involved when Nelson Mandela was released; I’d say they weren’t in favor of his release because they knew he was a communist. I was still in school, playing rugby and being a kid in my teens, when the ANC gained power in the elections and became the new government. We had the 1995 Rugby World Cup that we won, which sort of united us and gave us hope that maybe we could be a unified country, but that was short-lived. By the year 2000, we saw what was coming. I have spent my entire adult life in fear of persecution and violence.

The farm murders, racism, and violence steadily started increasing up to where we find ourselves today. Over the past 31 years, the politicians have become very vocal in calling for our murder and the taking of our land. We have over 140 race-based laws to keep white people from advancing in their careers or even finding employment. Many of our industries have all but collapsed, and South Africa is bleeding money through corruption by the state. We feel we no longer have a home here and no future. Over the past 5 years, I have lost everything. I can’t find work; my small business went insolvent due to the draconian lockdown rules and laws. My parents died last year, and I have absolutely nothing keeping me here.

We live in fear all the time. My 10-year-old son has problems sleeping because he knows what’s going on, and we, as the white population, are being persecuted and turned into second-class citizens: Apartheid 2.0. But we are being murdered at a high rate, and it’s just getting worse. Fortunately, I have self-defense training, and I’m fortunate enough to still have a gun, though those rights are also slowly being stripped away. Many people have surrendered their firearms to the police, and the corruption in our police is at an all-time high. They sell the surrendered and seized firearms back to criminals and are often complicit in these farm attacks and general crime. They are involved in armed robberies and cash-in-transit heists; the entire system is corrupt and collapsing.

We have applied for refugee status in America but haven’t heard from the U.S. consulate. They have a process they are following to help people escape this place. A lot of people want to stay, and that’s their choice, but we want to get out. We aren’t living; we’ve just been surviving for 31 years, and that’s no way to live. We are a very traumatized and desensitized nation. I feel like my son has no future here. My son wants to be a veterinarian, but I don’t see that happening here; nothing is merit-based anymore, it’s all about skin color. My wife works with special needs children, black and white. She’s helped so many children, and she’d love to work in America and help special needs children.

We have a friend in Texas, so we are going to ask to be sent there to start over, hoping we’ll get to live again in a society that’s truly free and fair with good people. We want that feeling of community, which we’ve never experienced here. We are so sick of the racism and attacks. I’ve been attacked and stabbed; my wife is terrified of living here for much longer. We just want out. We don’t even care about our possessions; we’ll walk out now with the clothes we have on just to escape this place. South Africa has so many good people here, but we can’t tell the difference anymore, and we wake up every day thinking this might be our last.

Sincerely, Eli