Reader aMan Bloom gives his impressions of an incident outside the Magistrate’s Court on 21 July while protestors expressed anger over the murder of ANCYL regional secretary Oscar Dondashe.
Reader aMan Bloom gives his impressions of an incident outside the Magistrate’s Court on 21 July while protestors expressed anger over the murder of ANCYL regional secretary Oscar Dondashe.
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While shooting photos from High Street during this manifestation, which both celebrated the decent life stolen from us and declaimed the perpetrators and circumstances that made it happen, a flat-bed truck bearing the insignia of a
driving school sped by, barreling at speed through the narrow way allowed by the crowd.
At first I thought this deliberately rude, following the truck with my eyes as it came to a legal stop some meters away at Hill Street. Later, though, I realized that this was an act of aggressive defiance, really the other end of the thread of death that the crowd was execrating at the courthouse.
Killing a person for a cell phone is not a necessary or a reasonable criminal move. It is blood-sport, for the joy of killing; the final act of a sociopath, someone who hates or disrespects most other people.
Back to the rude sport of the driver of the truck (who may ironically be a driving instructor), we might see this is as the opening act, connected by inference, itself sociopathic, and the root of a problem that faces us all, town and township, on a daily basis.
Only relieved, also daily, by the loveliness of most of the rest of us.
