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Katie Hopkins

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September 24th, 2018

The Most Controversial Documentary Of The Season

The Genocide Of White South African Farmers

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Plaasmoorde

The killing fields

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About Katie Hopkins

I am a woman on a mission. I am serious about telling the truths not being told.

An award-winning documentary maker, columnist for national newspapers and radio talkshow host, and best-selling author, I have spent over a decade in the media, learning my craft, listening to real people, and helping them share their truths.

As a white Christian Conservative, I will not stand by and watch people who love their country be oppressed by mandatory multiculturalism, or the narrative we are force fed. The powerful have a script and we are expected to follow it, compliantly.

We will not.

We will resist the narrative. We find our truths, and we get furious and fight back.

Katie is a Fellow of the Shillman Foundation.

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Plaasmoorde: The Killing Fields is a world-first — a documentary that goes well beyond polite interviews in safe places and deep into uncomfortable places, where the heart of the truth lives. Included in this groundbreaking work are interviews with active farm attackers and serving police officers who confirm corrupt police are complicit in the mass-slaughter of South Africa’s whites.

Their truths are horrifying – a man and woman branded with hot irons and left to die. A husband killed in front of his wife and children. An elderly woman raped, another with half her face blown off from a shotgun. And they all share a common thread: revenge.

This is a disturbing documentary – it wrought both an emotional and physical toll on all involved. What’s more, Katie was detained at the airport in South Africa on the orders of the African National Congress (ANC) for her work on this project because Plaasmoorde is the story – the truth — they don’t want you to see.

We owe it to the victims – to our fellow man — to listen and to open our eyes to the truth.

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“Some of my personal snapshots of the real horrors I witnessed in South Africa”

This is a memorial to the genocide of the white farmer in South Africa. Each cross represents much more than one life -- it is a family destroyed, a young son or daughter who no longer sleeps or eats, and a farm left to return to bushveld.

Walking up the Plaasmoorde memorial -- cross on cross -- each one represents a white farmer or family, slaughtered on their land.

Some of the crosses bear the names of the dead, still standing proudly somehow -- overlooking the land they love, the land they placed their trust in.

These crosses stand in order, row on row - in direct opposition to the killings, often haphazard, barbaric and prolonged.

I look at these crosses, blurring into endless death and think of the lies of the mainstream media that claims there is no problem here, and no such thing as Plaasmoorde.

This gentleman granted me access to the Plaasmoorde monument on his land. He tells me of a farmer's wife who hammered her dead husband’s white metal cross into rock until her hands were a bloody mess. She would not be beaten by the black gangs.

White farmers in South Africa say they believe in three things: their animals, God, and the land. The cross is everywhere; a symbol of faith and lament.

Bernard stands in his garage, where he was attacked by a black gang, and walks me through the horror, step by step.

The farm attackers shot at Bernard’s little son as he ran to the front door. The bullet hole remains there to this day.

Listening to Bernard tell me about how here, on this bathroom floor, he found pools of his dead father’s blood. They left him here to die.

Bernard tells me this is where his father breathed his last breath. Bernard tried to get him to hold on, told him the farm needed him, talked of the work still to be done.

At times I want to run away from all this sadness. I wonder if I can take it. I wonder if I will endure. I am ashamed to be so weak.

Mariandra’s husband was shot in front of her and her children. She buried her husband and gave birth to their first son five days later.

Marietta was shot in her car. The attackers blew away her jaw bone and she was left in agony. She was refused a blanket and pain relief in hospital because she is white.

Marietta had her jaw blown off by a shotgun wielded by farm attackers. Doctors rebuilt her face utilizing all the skin from her calf.

Marietta still struggles with scarring and pain in her leg. It is horrifying to see and harder still to hold.

Many white farmers are poor. Our team arrived with basic supplies for Marietta -- just to ease her struggle.

Marietta lives alone. She was pleased to receive some essentials for her kitchen stores and it felt really good to be able to bring some kindness to a woman who has endured so much.

These big brave farmers tell me they will never leave their land, that they will shed their blood for the land, that they will die in their boots.

Raped by a black gang over many hours, Hannetjie says she made a decision to keep quiet and endure the pain and live -- for her children and grandchildren. The black settlement where the suspected rapists are believed to live is within view of her home. No one has ever been caught or charged. The police didn’t want to know.

“We are too poor to leave. We have nowhere to go”.

Farmers wives are learning how to shoot and defend their families. They know that if the farm attackers kill their husband, they are the last line of defence for their daughters and sons.

"Lucky" is a farm attacker. He works as the link-man, infiltrating farms and homesteads as a worker - providing intelligence to the gangs in advance of an attack.

Lucky spoke about the rape and torture of a farmer's family -- and why he says it is necessary so the "white man" will be properly afraid.

Sitting in court to support Robert Lynn. He was a victim of a farm attack and still has a bullet lodged in his neck. Pictured are also the three alleged attackers. Robert recognised them as they walked into court. His wife Sue was shot then suffocated with a plastic bag.

Robert Lynn in court. He was tortured with a blow torch by farm attackers. They shot his wife. He says he will only stay in this godforsaken country until he gets justice for his wife, Sue. Watching the accused in the dock smirk and grin, I wondered how Robert can withstand the pain.

Friends of Sue and Robert were at court to show solidarity and support. These are truly strong and resilient people -- the best of us all.

Courts in South Africa are unorganised, haphazard and inefficient. Huge numbers of white farm murders go un-prosecuted because dockets and paperwork are ‘lost’.

Chris Van Zyl, a senior researcher at Trans-Vaal Agricultural Union (TAU), is a gentle giant, ex military and respected by the farmers of this land. He is a vital figure in the debate - recording and verifying farm attacks, supporting the farmers on the ground. He says he will be part of the final fight for South Africa

Johan Burger, senior researcher at Institute for Security Studies (ISS), tells me being a white farmer here is more dangerous than being a policeman. He is an academic, a man of detail and rigour. He will be critical is the information war with the mainstream.

Ernst Roets is the Deputy CEO at AfriForum, a group funded by a monthly subscription from farmers. They lobby government, are vocal in the press and have recently appeared in parliament against land expropriation without compensation.

Steve Hofmeyr is an internationally acclaimed singer. He has been blacklisted for speaking out against the genocide of the whites.

Black farm workers live in compounds on the farm. Some seem content with their lives.

On other farms, there is a brooding sense of frustration for farm workers -- born from a life lived hand to mouth, working for a landowner who appears to live a life of relative privilege.

Many farm workers have been with white farm families for generations. This lady says she does not know how old she is. She has been the nurse and housekeeper for the same family for three generations.

She loves the white farmer's family like her own. And they love her like a mother. I love that she does not know how old she is, and doesn’t care.

On Saturday and Sunday, black farm workers are given time off. They fish in the farm dam for fresh food.

Busy doing their washing at the weekend, I wondered how they really feel in these basic homes, at the bottom of the hill.

Facilities in the farm workers' compound are basic. But with access to power, safety from attack and a secure job -- this life is far preferable to life in the settlements and slums.

Farm workers grow their own crops here at the compound.

One of the workers tells me: ‘if you follow the rules, there are no problems’. There is a real sense of order and pride in this place. Everything is clean and tidy.

This lovely lady was forced out her home when her husband lost his job. She. along with her daughter, now lives in a white slum near the rubbish dump. She has no power, running water or lighting. Here, the air is thick with flies.

In the white slum settlements of South Africa, children roam about barefoot. They live below the breadline without running water, lighting or power.

In the white slum settlements there are no lights or power, but the air is thick with flies from the open sewers.

"Being poor is not shameful, it is just uncomfortable."

Here in the white slums, I just want to lie down and weep. This is not living. This is existing. My heart breaks.

One of the teenage children uses this space under the stairs in the gloom as his bedroom.

I think of my children’s bedrooms back at home -- bright and clean. And I feel guilty for everything I take for granted. This family -- one that could otherwise be just like mine -- has nothing.

There is no running water in the white slum. The bath is filled with buckets and the family share the water.

I wonder about this family of seven. How do they cope without water or light? What happens in the middle of the night, in the darkness. This is how many white people live in South Africa.

This is the kitchen for this family of seven in the white slum. There is no electricity or running water.

During the making of this documentary, our team drove the equivalent of a cross-country road trip from the east to west coasts of America -- and on rough tracks and in isolation. These are the killing fields of South Africa.

When white farmers are attacked, black farmer workers are often victims too. Meme’s friend was shot in the testicles. The farm attackers held a gun to his head and beat him hard. He still bears the scars -- mental and physical.

Outsiders ask why white farmers don’t leave. Why don’t they just escape? White farmers are often incredibly poor. The land is all they have.

Meme and Jaco work the dairy together. Jaco (right) says he will leave the farm to Meme, that this place belongs to him.

Meme is a black farm worker. Jaco is a white farmer. They were attacked together, still work together, and say they will never leave each other. I love everything they are and everything they represent.

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