Have we come to the end of the Rainbow Nation?
There is no pot of gold at the end of our Rainbow Nation, instead there is mayhem, destruction and death! Is this what South African’s fought so hard for, I think not!
Yes, my picture has sent jaws flapping throughout the country, and the world. But will it make any difference, is that too much to ask for? Did this man suffer for no reason? Will we all say “shame that’s not nice” and then return to our double skinny coffees, or will we make a noise and ask our government to wake up and smell the dead bodies.
Mr. Mbeki, I hope you choked on your cornflakes while reading the paper this morning. Leave Mugabe and his cronies alone. Pay attention, your people are dying! The dream is dying; don’t let the past be for naught! Your father must be turning in his grave; he did not struggle to watch fat cats fight over their piece of the pie, while the masses starve and wonder when it is their turn.
Perhaps this is the poor people of this country telling you that they have had enough of promises. 15 years on and they are still living in shacks with rats the size of small horses running around. It must be wonderful to live in cloud Coo-Coo Land, where you convene sessions to think about discussing that perhaps the may actually be a crisis; and it is right here on our doorstep, and in our backyards.
I don’t want to go out tomorrow morning and photograph more dead or dying people, but I will! I will keep doing it until you finally pay attention and do something about it. Why? Because that is my job and not only am I damn good at it; I am damn proud of it!
SKR…
