Moshe Radeshi was black. A black Jew, to be precise, one of the Jewish refugees form Sudafrika when in 1990, the putsch happened, puttinng an end to the short-lived "Free South African Republic". The old junta was overthrown by the radical republican forces, but they were overthrown by something much, much worse. The National-Socialist Party took over, commanded by Hans van der Hoff, who rode into Pretoria on a tank that day. Blacks were herded into "autonomous" Angola, "White Africa" was achieved, formally at least.
He was young back then. And he, like many blacks, especially Hebrew ones, fled. Fled to SFJP, a land of hope.
And now, he returned. Returned with grime, ofcourse, so that the Sudafrikan crowd does not get suspicious. Sudafrika invaded Rhodesia... this was too much for him. More refugees will flee, the lives and the dreams of many of them ruined... Moshe Radeshi left the army, he had all the rights to do so, and took his sniper rifle with him as a "souvenir".
"This is our time in the sun! Countrymen, I hold one very simple belief: that of Afrika for Afrikaaners!" - exclaimed the black-shirted, scarred Hans on the top of his famous tank to the enthusiastic, ecstatic crowd. Just like in Germany after the Beer Putsch, realized Moshe. The "father of modern Sudafrika" yelled - "AFRIKA FOR AFRIKAANERS!"
The crowd cheered. In the commotion, noone noticed the long black object that appeared in its midst. Moshe fired twice. Suddenly, Hans collapsed. The third shot got Grand Masters, his British advisor and Minister of Internal Affairs. The crowd was shocked, but soon enough, the bodyguards caught Moshe Radeshi, but not before he could slit his throat with his army knife.
He won.