As a child growing up in a mining town, I learned to sleep through loud blasts. But the BOOM that reverberated through my bedroom at 3am this morning ripped into my dreams and had me sitting upright in bed, wide awake!
Seconds or perhaps minutes passed, and then the terrifying sound of non-stop automatic gunfire echoed around the valley where I live. I felt like I was in a warzone and the cold shiver that rippled down my spine had nothing to do with the fact that it is mid-winter and everything to do with the fact that I knew someone was dying in a hail of bullets. I knew instinctively that this bout of violence had taken a life.
The dogs around the Moot area broke into howls and barks as if they had been hit.
This afternoon I finally managed to put a name to the person whose death I had heard and felt. He is Inspector Jaco Botha of the Villeria SAPS. Today his six year old son and his wife are a broken family.
I hate what we (in)humans do to each other and to the natural world.
Jaco, may your soul rest in peace and may the world you left behind change. May people start to see the error of their ways and start to care and look after each other again, instead of killing each other.
I know Jaco is a neighbour of ours. I have probably walked passed him at the local cafe or greengrocer. Jaco is my neighbour. And I don't like it when common criminals kill my neighbour!
I'm an anarchist, and as such, I am supposed to believe that those who steal from the rich and give to the poor are Robin Hoods ... "heroes".
But, as much as I hate what banks, financial institutions and the corporate world in general do to ordinary people, I cannot support these murderers. I can't believe that criminals who steal explosives from mines and use them to blow up ATMs to steal money from banks, are anything more than greedy lowlife's who do not shirk to kill in order to feed their hunger for money and materialism.
These are not poor hungry people, stealing to feed their families. So I condemn them in the strongest possible terms.
SA has a damaged soul
It is a rare occasion when I agree with a politician, but I agree with Western Cape Premier Ebrahim Rasool, who told a debate in Johannesburg on Tuesday night that South Africans had to recognise that the nation probably still had a "damaged soul".
He was referring to the recent xenophobic violence which has swept through South Africa (see post below), as well as the broader problems of violence, abuse, sexism and crime, which are rampant throughout this tragic country.
So how do we get ourselves out of this mess? Mass therapy? I don't know, but maybe the new world we are about to experience will stop the madness.
Roll on TEOTWAWKI (the end of the world as we know it), roll on peak oil, roll on the fall of western civilisation. Perhaps when we are forced to return to a simple life of loving and tending our landbases, our families and our future, we will stop these murderous monsters in their tracks.