The cowardice and apathy of my corrupt town hurts. If Hitler dropped bombs on us, we’d send Whatsapps saying, “I love the sound as they fall from the sky?”
Tomorrow, I’ll be publishing an important sequel to the ‘Plot Against Knysna?’. As feared, the situation has deteriorated. There are more villains involved, on both sides. There are so many needing punishing but some must be pushed to the front of the queue. Thursday is D-Day for us – the takeover of Knysna is scheduled. The DA and their puppets are against us. If we don’t stop Councillor Michelle Wasserman and Acting Municipal Manager Michele Gratz, then, at the least, I want to expose them if they pretend their victory was for us.
Corruption is everywhere. As South Africans, we’re responsible for the mess we’re in. We’re the majority who look away whilst our lives erode. As I fought corruption in Knysna the past 10 years, many looked away, some pointed. For those who think they’re innocent, they can return to, “I love the sound as they fall from the sky.”
This is a lesson in perspective.
I want you to imagine that you and your wife are eating oysters at one of the outside tables at Tapas restaurant on Thesen Islands in Knysna. You recognise people, mostly retirees like you but young folk too. It’s a small town so you’ve nodded at neighbours feasting. Suddenly an unkempt man, with tattoos and scars, rushes at your table-
-your wife’s first reaction is to reach for that which she loves most – her Louis Vuitton bag. She thought well because she enters into a tug-of-war for it. The wannabe robber lets one hand go to deliver a thudding punch into your wife’s left eye. Although he’s now got the bag in his other hand, he drops it, replacing it with outcaste rage, and begins screaming, “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” as he kicks your wife away from what she cares about.
You’re horrified at the instant brutality! You love your wife but are unsure how to react because you’re scared… but then you find yourself joining in the kicking – to belong, to feel safe within your fear. And you know you’ve made the right choice as the other patrons begin attacking her too.
When the cops arrive, you gesture at the only among you that’s tattooed and scarred. “That horrible man, he swore at my wife.” And, again, despite the blood on your Gucci shoes, you know your priorities are as good as your wife’s when those around you tell the same story.
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“If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I would’ve won.” – Mumford & Sons
If you don’t understand metaphors, or that there are several lessons in this parable, you’re on the wrong page. If you hated ‘The sheep are pimps in Knysna (pronounced ‘Nice-Naai’)’, you’re on the wrong page. But, before you go, I add that Louis Vuitton could be social media and Gucci our guilt.
I could easily type words to appeal to your comfort zone but the popularity I’d gain would be selfish, and you’d remain in your castle of self-righteous, self-comfort. Most importantly, our beautiful wife called Knysna, and handbag of inconsequentials, would be dead on that floor of your beating.
I could be like those politicians who pretended they were your friend so they could get your money and betray you. I’m choosing honesty so you know where I stand.
I may want to protect the environment, encourage people to eat less meat, have potholes fixed and make small kids happy but those issues are only symptoms of the disease called corruption.
I’m against apathy and cowardice because corruption exists because of them.
I despise the finger-pointing crowd of uselessness. I’m disappointed with the upper class capable of saving themselves (and everyone else by default). That’s not an anti-rich statement, ’cause I’d love to be, it’s anti-not-doing-what-you’re-well-capable-of. Never forget how proud we were when we tied our shoelaces for the first time.
I want you to stand with me against corruption. If you can’t bring yourself to do that, then at least support those who do.
I may post something smaller today, ’cause I’m clearing my head of bombs, but we have an important date tomorrow. Bring popcorn and a better attitude for the ‘The Plot against Knysna thickens’.
Note: The art is by Zdzislaw Beksinski, my favourite (even though I can’t pronounce his name). You should watch the excellent dark drama of his Polish life, ‘The Last Family’. The captions are my own, inspired by my shifting mood. I’m closing with hope in a bloody world…