Gerhard Visser's views-British

(...) His cabbie, like most other residents of the port city, had a British accent; essentially this little jut of rock in the Mediterranean at the bottom of Spain was British soil. It irked him to know that they had already left their footprints on so many parts of the world. Their incursions and domination of the Boers in South Africa was particularly galling. His people. He'd learned to hate the English at the knee of his father, a Dutch farmer, who eked out his living in the Orange Free State. (Slade, 78)