*These are the Refugees We Want: Immigrants from South Africa

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White farmers and business people from South Africa continue to apply to immigrate to America in fairly large numbers. Most of them are solidly middle-class, and they are leaving farms large and small, businesses, and homes they have lived in for generations. To come to a new country, where they will literally have to start their lives all over again. They are being pushed out by the current African National Congress in power, which has passed laws allowing white families’ land to be seized without compensation, so blacks can take them over. We have seen the unfortunate result of policies like this in what happened to Zimbabwe. Properties went to wrack and ruin, farm fields lay fallow, since blacks who took over had no idea how to farm them and make them productive. The entire economy failed, people starved, and the money there lost most of its value.

South Africa is going the same way, so these whites are leaving before they suffer worse consequences than the thefts and injuries they have already suffered. The vast majority are well-educated and trained, and are ready to hit the ground running. Refugee-settlement agencies find them housing, transportation, and schools for their kids, and help them get the correct documents so they can find jobs and contribute to their new country’s economy. They are uniformly grateful to be here in America, and they say so. Here are some of their stories.

Instant gratitude upon arrival in America.

Generous Americans started an Amazon Wish List for him, and they are already buying them items off their list. This family is being welcomed with open arms by Americans all over the country. They are demonstrating that Americans are the most generous people in the world. This family has taken enormous risks by leaving everything ion their homeland, and starting a new life here in the United States.

Day 4: It’s the weekend baby! Started off early finalizing the supplies needed to tackle the odor/possible mould issue in our apartment. See my comment for more on this.

Had trouble placing the order online with Walmart and had to go in store to get the supplies.

Would have been impossible to do without the incredible support from fellow long established South African migrants. Who offered to take me to Walmart, help me locate some of the 25 items we needed, they even bought my family a rotisserie chicken and ciabata loaf.

They then took us to Re-Store and Goodwill where we got some much needed dinner- and glassware.

Walmart was an incredible sight. Overwhelming and busy on our first experience, but amazing.

What I’ve learned today is that all of the South African refugees and immigrants want to embrace American culture, especially to help their neighbors.

Quoting one South African mother she told her family to be more American. That is to be kind to one another, be more generous and to do better, be better in all aspects.

I see the exact same eagerness to want to help from Americans who comment on my posts.

What a wonderful Saturday in America.

Pictured: My son absolutely loving the humongous American bananas. He calls them “nanas”.

America is the greatest nation!

Day 6: What a glorious morning in the USA. We’ve only been in this beautiful country for 6 days and we absolutely love it. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my wife this happy and hopeful. The overwhelming kindness and real concern and care our community extends towards us pushes us upwards and pushes us forward. Today started slow after our meeting with our resettlement agency was rescheduled 1hr later. As updated previously someone from Spangler Restoration did come assess the mold and we’re expecting a full clean by tomorrow. Will follow up, but will keep the mold updates separate from now on because it will not get us down or beat us down nor distract us from all the wonderful aspects of our journey. That said we’ll give them hell should they stutter or falter. We will also conduct our own testing with a 5 minute mold test and sample kit that will get sent to a lab proudly gifted to us by American patriots who bought it for us in our Amazon wish list. We met with the resettlement agency and they went over information and asked us how we are doing and how the last 5 days have been. They are too keeping an eye on the mold issue and are also waiting for the next update from management. They explained our documentation and informed us again that we entered approved to work immediately. We have work authorization from day 1. However, some employers are too cautious employing illegals and as such people with our documentation face challenges getting employed before and EAD card and SSN card has been issued. We’ll have to see them tomorrow again. This if for signing of consent forms apply as proxy for SSN etc. I informed the agency that I’ve applied with Rides for Refugees who could potentially hook us up with a donated vehicle which would make the world of difference to be able to travel with my son to appointments. There is still a big journey lying ahead for us. More medical assessments and SSA visits etc. My body is aching from the physical labor after doing the fibre trenches yesterday. I can hardly walk.

I overdid It while shadowing with the ride along yesterday. Apparently it takes about 2 weeks to get work fit. If they contract me I will take the offer immediately and I’ll start with training after two weeks of digging fibre trenches. I’m coming from journalism and web hosting office jobs into the sun and I’m totally game for it. Anything to start earning dollars and it’s an industry I want to get into. So it’s win win and I can’t be more grateful for this opportunity. Back in South Africa I would’ve never have had this opportunity. I can’t wait to find out if and when I start. One of you kind people gifted me work boots and cargo pants from ma Amazon wish list. So I’m ready on day one. And another wonderful person on X I’m forever grateful for, gifted me peace of mind, for when I have to go off to work leaving my wife and baby behind, we now have a ring doorbell camera installed this evening letting both of us know of any trouble or visitors while healing our angst and worry, PTSD, we undoubtedly brought with us from South Africa. We have also received the gifted Air purifier this afternoon and it’s already doing wonders in our single bedroom where Nova sleeps with us, where it will help ease the odors, it’s affects, albeit temporarily, and will help us have a proper rest during the night for the first time until the specialists clean the HVAC. I will be posting pictures and thanking individuals who opened their hearts. I will never forget what your doing for us, for my family, for my son. I have sacrificed my son’s past, his Afrikaner culture and to a degree his Afrikaans language for a future in which he can reach his full potential, he will grow up American and we all including my family will fight to protect American values and the future of this great nation, & I am and will always be a proud Amerikaner dad. Thank everyone of you, members of my community, God bless all of us.

And here is some of what they are leaving behind.

South Africa sees as much as 90 murders per day, a country the size state of Texas.

Unfortunately fleeing South Africa is about a whole lot more than crime.

Even focusing on crime aspect, in South Africa crimes against white minorities specifically is targeted on perceived wealth based on skin color. Eg. Some believe all Afrikaners (including all white minorities) are “Beneficiaries of Apartheid” regardless if you’re an orphan born in 2026. In South Africa these crimes against white minorities are shrugged as “deserved” retribution.

At that point it’s no longer “normal crime”.

There is no such thing as ordinary crime.

Now, let’s hear from other South African new Americans.

Yesterday we decided to venture out and explore a little… and what an adventure it turned into.

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Our first mission was to get our phones sorted. Up until now we’ve only had internet whenever we could find Wi-Fi, so before doing anything else we walked up and down the road looking for somewhere to get SIM cards. We ended up paying for a SIM card with unlimited internet, and to our surprise it even came with a FREE phone! I don’t think we’ve stopped saying, “Is this real?” since arriving in America.

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As far as we walked, my petrol-head husband and son kept stopping every few minutes to admire the big American pickup trucks… and anything else that made a proper V8 roar.

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I think they spent more time looking at vehicles than where we were actually going. With Google Maps finally working, we were ready for our next adventure… Our very first American bus ride. I thought Google Maps had everything sorted… until I realized I still had to figure out which bus stop to stand at.

Then I spent the whole trip counting stops and watching street names like my life depended on it, terrified we’d miss our stop and end up halfway across California. Mission accomplished, we made it to Walmart!

About halfway through shopping we had another realization… “We have to carry all of this back on the bus.”

So our trolley slowly got smaller and smaller as we put things back on the shelves. Needless to say… we’re already out of milk again.

I think grocery delivery might become our new best friend. Then came my favorite moment of the day. As we walked out of Walmart, my mother-in-law asked, “What time does the bus come?” I looked at my phone and said, “18:30.” She nearly fell over backwards. She looked up at the bright California sunshine and said, “Three more hours?!” It was actually 18:15.

The sun was still so high that she was convinced it was only around 3:30 in the afternoon. Back at the motel I tackled another first, doing laundry. Figuring out the washing machines was an adventure all on its own, while my daughter absolutely loved feeding quarters into the machines.

It’s amazing how many little things are different when you’re starting a new life in a new country. None of these moments are life-changing, but I have a feeling they’re the ones we’ll be laughing about years from now. And honestly… it still doesn’t feel real. We’re actually in the USA.

We found a home!

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I packed 54 years of my life into a single 23kg suitcase and left behind family, friends, and everything familiar to begin again in the Land of the Free. Starting over isn’t easy. Finding an apartment wasn’t easy either, especially for a wheelchair. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours. It’s safe. It’s home for at least a year. The furniture can come later. The dream home can wait. Today, I’m simply grateful for the chance to rebuild, to work toward a better future, and to give my daughter opportunities she never had before. In less than 24 hours well be moving in..

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Freedom is a gift. Opportunity is a blessing. God bless America, its people, and President Trump.

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And some South Africans waiting in South Africa for the OK to come to America. They are very excited, and with good reason. America is the Greatest Country on God’s Green Earth, and now we are screening immigrant candidates, so we only approve those who will love their new country and work to make it better. These South Africans surely qualify!

And so we start another week of great anticipation!!

Many people have mentioned how difficult it must be to leave everything behind—and begin again with nothing really. And yes, it is incredibly difficult.
But I truly believe that over the past six years, God has been preparing us for this journey. He has gently decluttered our lives and stripped away what was no longer meant for us, making room for a fresh start and a brand-new life.
Knowing that God is guiding our family toward an amazing future in America fills this challenging season with so much excitement and gratitude. It gives us hope as we look ahead to the promise of a brighter future for our daughter and renewed hope for our entire family.
We trust God wholeheartedly that every difficult step along the way will be worthwhile, because He is leading us toward a future marked by peace, freedom, and the opportunity to live without constant fear, persecution because we’re white, and race laws that prevent me from providing for my family.
No matter how hard this season may be, we hold on to hope. We are deeply grateful for the path God is unfolding before us and excited for the new life He is preparing for our family.

My mom told me that — “God says: I will restore to you what you thought was lost and bring beauty, healing and new beginnings into your life” I’m holding on to that promise.

We have hope!

As a proud Afrikaner, I stand in awe of American generosity.
You opened your arms not to demands, but to the grateful.
While some refugees arrive with entitlement, bitterness in one hand, outstretched palms in the other, and receive hollow assistance that soon dries up…
We Afrikaners come as Voortrekkers did, resilient, hardworking, covenant-hearted.
We bring skills, faith, and deep respect for the land that offers us sanctuary.
True welcome flows to those who say “thank you” and roll up their sleeves. America, your kindness reignites hope in scarred families.
We will not take it for granted.
God bless the United States of America.

Another hearty WELCOME! to our new Americans.

3 thoughts on “*These are the Refugees We Want: Immigrants from South Africa”

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  2. Now we just need to get them to not drink so much. In the last year here there have been 2 killed related to alcohol and vehicles. 1st was apparently hung over when he drove a combine over tracks with a train coming, which then derailed. BNSF is suing the farm now. 2nd was driving home at high speed after bar close and didn’t negotiate the turn, driving head-first into a bulldozer sitting in a field. Hard workers, but like everyone else, hard drinking is deadly.

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    1. New-found freedom going to their heads, perhaps? Illegals do this all the time with no consequences. Let’s see if the South African immigrants are treated differently.

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