a savagery inside the brain and inside the spirit; an insanity;
a predatory outlook that sees all others as prey...
We are traumatised and terrorised and brutalised to a
point of no return.
As those we love are violated again and again and yet
again, we become like ice and steel inside. Our souls
assume the texture of razor wire.
Something inside us dies, and we begin to become a little
like those who had violated us so many times.
We become cruel inside and our feelings die.
We are slain and die in this beautiful country for whom so
many have suffered and died as they fought to try and
create a more civilised and more caring country.
The culture of criminality and brutality is everywhere. Love
is dying everywhere in South Africa. And all we can do is
fortify ourselves, as so much of the justice system
continues to be a repository of injustice and more Nkandlas
get security upgrades...