JAUNDICED EYE
One of the interesting aspects of the aptly named State of Disaster is that a significant number of whiteys have been klapped by the cops, roughed up and abused by the soldiers, and told by arsehole bureaucrats where, when and how they should conduct their daily lives.
That’s a novel experience for us vaguely paler-hued citizens but it was, of course, the ever-present reality of the majority of black South Africans for generations. The advent of democracy in 1994 was supposed to make us all equal on this score by ending gratuitous state violence but it hasn’t quite panned out that way.
The middle-class — of which whites incidentally form a steadily decreasing proportion — lives a reality substantially different from the daily lives of the mostly black poor. It has been spared the indignities and authoritarian abuses that still today are visited upon the indigent. Consequently, cocooned in its relative comfort, the better-off have been able to indulge a political apathy that allows space for bad governance to thrive.
Wealth is truly colour blind. No matter how despised one's ethnicity is, to have some money is to have some insulation against the harsh edges of a poorly trained and incompetent police force, a thuggish and ill-disciplined military, and an indolent public service.
But with lockdown that reassuring mask of benign governance has dropped. The state’s visceral tendencies towards undemocratic control have slipped into suburbia, slithered past the booms of the gated estates.