White in Africa

My Name Is Steve,
I'm a student in Livingston, Scotland doing a course on computing and I'd like to share a little about my growing up days.
In 1974 the family moved to South Africa, it was a very different place than it is now. Power was given to the minority and the majority were subjected to keep the minority in power. it was said that they we not ready for power. For a 12 year old boy, having been brought up in Britain i didn't understand the concept that you were not to talk to African's as equals. Over the next ten years we travelled all over South Africa, going to school and still was told that the African was a sub-species. (I know, moronic)
Ended up in Rhodesia and still at school learning the Rhodesian point of view and as a child, excepting it, who was i to argue with adults, in time i grew up, Rhodesia became Zimbabwe and at last I was under the impression that the African would now be our equal, but generations of breading to think your better that others are hard to ignore and resentment for being kept down by the barrel of a gun for so many generations is a bitten pill to swallow.
When I finally left, I came back to Brittan a very confused adult, i felt an outsider in Britain, and I wasn't South African, Rhodesian or Zimbabwean.
I have lived in Scotland now for 24 years and funny enough i am not accepted by women as English, they would much prefer to let others think I’m African.
Where do i belong, who knows?