Oh, and just one more point that a lot of Americans don't know. We're so used to, ‘Oh colonialism,' no, the Boers, the ones who are there, were there before the Zulus, they got there first. The Zulus came down like a hundred years later. I mean we are witnessing a straight out genocide. (Ann Coulter)

Oh, and just one more point that a lot of Americans don't know. We're so used to, ‘Oh colonialism,' no, the Boers, the ones who are there, were there before the Zulus, they got there first. The Zulus came down like a hundred years later. I mean we are witnessing a straight out genocide.

Ann Coulter

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