Home is where the heartache is in a country of violence
THERE is no peace on our streets.
Working parents’ roaring hours of industry are haunted by thoughts of returning back home to hear of children missing, mowed down by crazed motorists’ drag-racing car antics on public roads or kidnapped by strangers, if not last seen in the company of known people from whom no harm was expected. Homes are in turmoil. The one belonging to a Springs man who allegedly held his family captive for nearly a decade in a House of Horrors” is a case in point.
Lives are lost at the hands of intimate partners, as are those of children. It is as if society operates under orders of heartless bullies who live soulless lives, sustained by cold-blooded urges spurring demonic pulses in their veins to commit mindless acts.
The disconsolate are left believing the trials, convictions and incarceration of unconscionable perpetrators are as pearls to swine.
The law-abiding are losing faith in the justice system. More are beginning to doubt that the public is being served in the imprisonment of such beastly predators. Mob justice is menacingly rearing its monstrous head. And the possibility of the innocent being brought down by the sword of instant justice should not be discounted. Child after child is killed. Four-year old Taegrin Morris was fatally dragged behind his parents’ hijacked car for several kilometres.
Three-year-old Luke Tibbetts died after a bullet struck his head during a shootout.
Within days of these boys’ killings, the burnt body of three-yearold Cuburne van Wyk was found on a mine dump.
Mind you, 2014 marks the 20th anniversary of our democracy.
The onslaught on children reached fever pitch in the month dedicated to women.
Since Taegrin’s death, Gauteng Premier David Makhura has been shuttling from one bereaved family to another to deliver condolences to deceased children’s families.
This places an unsustainable moral dilemma on Makhura’s shoulders.
The measure of the government’s response to child killings will soon be equated to Makhura’s unfailing visits to grieving families.
Failure to consistently do the same to the rest of grieving families would inevitably place Makhura in the invidious position of being a representative of a government that does not care.
A caring government would ensure that happy children are playing in our streets and peaceful homes are found in laughter, not tears.