The Stellenbosch Vs UCT Battle Rages On With Anton Taylor

So you may have heard this whole Anton Taylor story regarding UCT and Stellenbosch…it was published in the Varsity Newspaper Online. The original of that is HERE. This is the article:

At the time of writing this I, like many other UCT students, am doing my best to come to terms with the loss of the Ikeys in last Monday’s Varsity Cup Final. I would love to say that it is just a game of rugby, and that I don’t care about what happened, but sadly, I cannot. There are two reasons for this. Firstly, the game meant a lot to me, as it did to thousands of us, and I really, really wanted us to win. We had fought so hard and a loss was always going to be heartbreaking, especially when we came so close to taking the cup.

The second, and probably bigger, reason that our loss irks me so much is because of the way in which people seem to assign to the result of the game some measurement as to which university is better (and I use the word ‘university’ very lightly, in fact rather ironically, when referencing that torpid hell-hole of ‘academic’ squalor).

I generally seek to avoid mentioning such repulsive places in my writing, but I can no longer do so. We need to have the Stellenbosch talk. I have to clear things up, and you need to know this: UCT has always been, is, and always will be, superior to Stellenbosch. In all endeavours, including rugby, UCT wins.

I do not need to describe Stellenbosch to any of you that have been there. If you were there last Monday you would have experienced the hate, the bigotry and the absolute bloody barbarism of it’s inmates. You were probably pelted with cans as you walked out of the stadium and, if you walked in alone (as I once did), you would probably have been pushed into the fence or thrown to the ground by hordes of drunk, red-faced shouting dogs. If you were with a girl, a big gang of them might have come up to you and sworn at her, hoping you would retaliate so that they might beat you to a pulp.

Every time I’m in Stellenbosch I find myself waiting for somebody to run up to me and go, “It’s a joke! It’s a joke! This isn’t real!” When I hear ‘Die Stem’ blaring through residence windows, and guys in cars are driving past and calling us ‘k-lovers’, I keep waiting for somebody to tap me on the shoulder and go, “We really had you going there! You didn’t actually think that this could really happen in South Africa in 2010, did you?” Yet nobody ever does.

So let’s look at some hard facts, some of which you already know:

1. In the international rankings, Stellenbosch ranks hundreds of positions below UCT. Where exactly it falls is hard to tell, because the rankings generally stop after 500.

2. Stellenbosch is easier to get accepted into. Anybody who has applied to UCT knows that, and they also know how dubious and tired it becomes when some partially-retarded tool tells you, “I went to Stellies because it’s so much more fun than UCT.”

3. At Stellenbosch rugby is everything, however, at UCT our Sports Council is seemingly intent on crippling our rugby side. Our budget is no more than R350 000. Theirs is nearing R6 million. We are an academic institution playing against a sports academy. We are accountants and engineers playing against full-time rugby players with degrees in BA Finger-painting. So the fact that we so nearly beat them, and that we one day will beat them, is a disgrace and humiliation to the students of Stellenbosch. If you think about what we did with what we have, UCT wins.

When we lose it hurts, it chokes and for a while it sits on your shoulders, but that’s part of life. And part of being a UCT student is dealing with that pain, painting on some more blue, enduring their bigotry and beer cans, and continually supporting our boys, even during the wind-swept games without alcohol on the Green Mile. We do this because in our hearts we know that we are better. And if we can suffer, carry on and contest against rugby teams with far superior resources, can you imagine what will happen when we take that resolve and put it behind the best academic teachings on the continent? It’s actually unfair.

But perhaps we should let them take their victory in the final. Let them savour that fleeting happiness while it lasts. Let them keep their dumb, muck cheerleaders and their biased MC’s. Let them drink brandy and talk about how they beat the souties and the blacks. Because, deep down, beneath that bravado, beneath the red faces of the men, and the make-up caked veneers of the women (women, not ladies), as they choke on that stale, old air of the past, they know what the future holds. They know that soon enough they will be flung out of their all-white racist enclave into a country and world which has moved on without them and which has no place for them.

As the ill and old desperately cling on whilst feeling that cold dark death pulling them downwards, so too let these pitiful creatures frantically hold on to their dying way of life. For soon they will realise that their degrees don’t cut it overseas. Soon they will be serving the spoilt UCT first-years drinks. Soon they will be calling a black woman ‘boss’. And perhaps, in the midst of that great bleakness, it might make their pitiful existences a bit less depressing to think that they beat us in rugby a couple of times.

We are standing upon the mountain as the leaders and creators of the future South Africa, and world. We look down upon Stellenbosch as the drunken vagrants of tertiary education. We are harder to get in, we are stronger academically, we are more diverse, we are more peaceful, we are braver, we will be richer, and despite their desperate proclamations, our girls are much prettier.

UCT wins. UCT wins. UCT wins.

Anyway, Anton Taylor made a follow up video to have his say:

From my side, I know a hell of a lot of Stellenbosch students as well as a hell of a lot of UCT students. I’ve partied with them all. I’ve been to Stellenbosch for parties. Have I seen racism? No. Does it exist? Sure, let’s not be naive. But racism exists anywhere in the world, amongst all race groups. It’s such a minority and only people stuck waaaaaay in the past really think that colour matters. So to bang the whole of Stellenbosch into a ‘racist’ category is over the top. However, if the article was written to incite a response, then it’s worked. What he wanted the response for if that is the reason? I have no idea…

Then this group popped up on Facebook, “Stellenbosch, what it really stands for…” (Search that one), with this:

A fierce rivarly rages in the Cape between her two most prominent universities, UCT and Stellenbosch.

Scholars from both sides of the R304 turn-off have been deep in debate for years over which university is the sickest.

Finally the verdict is out and it has been discovered that UCT is infinitely better, but not because of the phenomenal difference in the quality of education or number of graduates, not because of the Clifton jols or the ability to watch Avatar in 3D, not even because of the clean(er) women… but because of the very acronoyms of the universities themselves.

STELLENBOSCH,

Souties – because most of you actually grew up in Cape Town and UCT wasn’t a problem until you couldn’t get into it.

Terrace / Toilet – you should be ashamed when the name of a club and the place you piss become synonymous with one another.

Educated – you can like to be, but aren’t.

Language – understanding what was said in the lectures really comes into play after university.

Location – no number of vineyards can make up for Cape Town’s world class beaches. And we have vineyards too.

English – the modern standard for verbal and written communication – everywhere else.

Night time – this is when we go to Stellenbosch, make a mess and go home. It is your home.

Boers – n. 1. A Dutch colonist or descendant of a Dutch colonist in South Africa. 2. a farmer

Old – is what you will be when you finally graduate. You will also be unique.

Sport – you deserve to be proud when you have to run down the clock against a relentless UCT side, despite playing at home with ten times the number of supporters and decades of Afrikaner women going at it with oxen on the platteland. No really, we’ll give you this one.

Chicks – You may have them now, but we will have them later and you will have cattle.

History – it likes us better.

S-T-E-L-L-E-N-B-O-S-C-H.

Disclaimer: this is a joke.

Well I think I’m going to sit back with a cigar and watch this unfold…something tells me it’s far from over.

What do you guys think, is Anton way out of line? Was he really joking, or is he just saying that now in the follow up video to try and cool things off a bit?

I may just be throwing in the name Anton Taylor because it’s being searched a lot. And you know, if we can prove we’re getting a lot of hits…well then we’ve arrived! Diverse topic coverage is the name of the game.