Show me a Looter, allegedly protesting about a criminal being locked up, and I’ll show you an opportunist thief who is simply grabbing his loot under the guise of a ‘Protest’.
I will be the first to admit that Nelson Mandela surprised me, a former resident of South Africa. He wasn’t one of the the normal, corrupt kleptocrats which seem to rise to the top of African politics as the scum which all too many are. No, although I would still state that he deserved every day of his imprisonment, for his terrorist plotting against the South African Government; once freed, he kept his promises. No violence, no legally-shrouded theft; a white man was equal, in the Law, to a black man, in both where he lived, how he earned a living, and how he was treated if he broke that law.
But Mandela was old, and tired; his grip upon the way in which the Government behaved was starting to waiver. He divorced his murderous wife Winnie, and remarried. I suppose all he ever wanted to do, once that his aims of a Black majority Government was achieved, was to relax, and avoid the grasping tentacles of his avaricious family.
But the worst of all possibilities in Black politicians was soon to follow. Thabo Mbeki was a deeply flawed individual, and his rise as President was viewed as both economically sound, but politically disastrous: partly through his support for Zimbabwe’s murderous President-for-Life Mugabe, and partly for his demagogic beliefs and statements that AIDs and HIV were totally unrelated. That one single course of inaction and unadulterated ignorance cost some 350,000 South Africans, the vast majority of whom were Black; their lives. He swung the votes to gain the World Cup for South Africa, which was, at the same time, a sporting triumph and a financial disaster. The one action which was correct, which was to charge Jacob Zuma in corruption matters, was the cause of his downfall, as Zuma was so popular with the ruling African National Congress.
After one more stand-in President, possibly the worst decision in recent South African history began with the election (by African National Congress election styles, of coercion, bribery, threats and outright intimidation); of Jacob Zuma. If I were to list all the crimes he either perpetrated or guided, this post would go on for about three pages. Suffice to say that the cartoonist Jonathan Shapiro, who continually drew the President’s image with a shower spray permanently fixed to Zuma’s head: thus depicting Zuma’s defence against a charge of rape being that he knew that his victim was HIV positive, and the best defence against HIV was a speedy shower. Shapiro was sued for 15 million Rand defamation damages by the President, but the claim was later dropped. It was calculated later that Jacob Zuma, together with the Gupta Family (as in the Mafia Family) had benefited from corruption and plain outright theft of the South African economy to the tune of $138 million dollars.
He wasn’t a mastermind criminal, he was just a plain criminal. So, here is the question:-
Why have at least 72 people died, with thousands looting, burning and rampaging through the streets, with the military struggling to reclaim order, over his arrest on Contempt of Court charges? Here is the single truth about South Africa, the whole farrago of Black Majority Rule, the Vote; and all that comes along with that precious commodity. They are a singular tribal-based society; they are so unsophisticated, that they were not, and probably never will be: ready to Rule and Govern themselves.
The Afrikaaner was many things, but the one thing he was not was corrupt. The people I worked alongside for some eighteen years were magnificent. They and their forefathers, alongside the English, built South Africa into the powerhouse of Southern Africa; and they were forced to give it all away because their governing system, which was based upon reality, was judged by the West to be unjust.
I wonder if the shades of Nelson Mandela are gazing down upon the bloodshed and turmoil; I wonder if he would ask himself; “Why didn’t I leave well alone?”