When your post made me really sad with its narrow view. In 1964 I was an Afrikaner schoolgirl, desperately trying to fit in to the English academic class where I had been placed in high school. My family did not have servants, we couldn't afford them. Some of my wealthy English friends did, and it was at one of their homes where I first heard a servant being summoned by the ringing of a little bell that was kept on the table, to come and clear away the dishes.
Not all Afrikaans people supported Apartheid. The leader of the opposition party for many years was the highly respected Frederik van Zyl Slabbert, and he led breakthrough groups who set out to meet with other African leaders on the continent long before the ANC was unbanned. The Rupert family -wine magnates - together with other business leaders, used their influence to put pressure on the Government of the time.
Nelson Mandela loved the Afrikaners, and called them the true White tribe of Africa. He spoke flawless and beautiful Afrikaans. The Afrikaans speaking jailor who had been by his side throughout most of the long prison years, remained close to him, they had learnt much from each other. I can't remember his name now, but he was a guest of honour at the Presidential inauguration at Mandela's insistence. Zelda La Grange, a young secretary, had worked in the Presidential office for years and prepared herself to be sacked when Mandela came to office. She told of her amazement when he literally said to her "Where do you think you are going?" in perfect Afrikaans on his first day. She became his personal assistant and never left his side, and stayed with him after his retirement. Here's a youtube video, put the mute button on, because it's in Afrikaans (or 'kitchen Dutch' as I've heard it being described).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ONkyb_P8wU
I guess what I'm trying to say, so early in the morning, is that luckily for many of us the world moved on since 1964.