Below is a great article by Heinrich about the evictions in Crossmoor and the wrongful arrest of Sbu Zikode and Philani Zungu. Evictions have been really picking up by eThekwini. The months ahead will likely to be filled with many more scenes like this and visits to the courts.The Fear of Umbrellas and the Handcuffed Homeless by Heinrich Böhmke, 15 September 2006
Much of the academic and activist reporting on social
struggles in Durban is overblown, sentimental (in the worst
sense of the word) and serving more to promote the
reporters and display their eloquent indignation than to
build these movements or nurture their autonomy. As
Desai's timely Harold Wolpe lecture showed, this style of
operation - and style of being - is silly and dangerous.
It prevents a proper assessment of where we really are,
what we are capable of, how power operates between 'us'
and, importantly, what is to be done. As we have seen
recently, we can't even ask these questions without
hysterical turf-wars erupting and all that goes with it:
the e-mail slanging matches, sulking, lies,
self-righteousness, paranoia.
So it is with trepidation that I add to the noise coming
from Durban, either by sounding sentimental myself or
provoking the wrath of whatever band of commentators has
already staked claim to the groups I am going to speak
about.
This week, after months of skulking and shirking, I went
with a friend to the site of an eviction. Where wooden
homes had been, there were only soft indentations in the
soil now. I observed an elderly woman in one of five small
family groups gathered around a fire in a pit in Crossmore,
Chatsworth, in terrible weather, open an umbrella. As she
performed this precise and tiny act, she was watched over
by 8, 24-hour security guards and two 4x4 Protection
Services vans filled with armed men. This woman was part of
a group of homeless people who had earlier been living in
20 shacks erected on that piece of land for two week
already. This original act was illegal, alright, but since
they had occupied this site for a long enough period,
according to the law they could not be evicted without a
Court order.
When the Durban Council sent their men to evict them, the
community rustled up some lawyers and achieved an interdict
to stop the demolition last Friday. On Sunday, the very
day their victory was noted in the press, the City Council
demolishers arrived anyway and broke half of these same
structures down, including the shack of the granny with the
umbrella. I got this stuff on tape. It was ugly. The
city's men were shown the interdict. They read and
understood it. They apparently consulted with Sutcliffe as
it all happened. But, it is fair to say, they took the
tactical risk that it was better to completely flout the
law and risk censure from essentially toothless courts (in
matters holding government agents accountable) than to
allow this idea, this methodology, this proliferation of
even flimsy parasols, to spread.
Some people see rank evil in the Council men's acts. It is
hard not to. But, for the first time in a long while,
there was a whiff of desperation mixed in there too. I've
seen the tide turn against me enough to recognise the first
squints of hesitance creep into the gaze of others. Back
to the tattered umbrella. Sitting out in the open, with
her shack newly voided and the material charted away and
with her worldly goods and a small fire at her knees, the
granny I watched fingered the catch on the stem and opened
the scraggly thing. It was just unfurled when the 4x4
doors opened, the security came loping and the granny was
rounded upon, howled at, accused of erecting a structure
and ordered to take it down "immediately". A bullshit
defence, "following explicit orders", they said. Evil. Of
course. Nevertheless, I believe them about the
instructions on the suppression of umbrellas. Desperation!
Still, I was not sure though until I saw Council's replying
affidavit in the on-going court battle. There are 300,000
completely homeless people in this province (their
figures). If just 10% of them get the notion that they can
force government's hand by actions such as the
Crossmorians, there will be:- a, b, c, d. As I read the
list of bad things in their affidavit that would happen if
this small band were left unmolested, it sounded a lot like
an insurrection.
While we were witnessing this umbrella incident, my pal and
I were told of Sbu Zikhode and Philani Zungu's arrest.
Although we do ourselves (and our own mental health) no
good by actually believing the conspiracy theories we
sometimes put out there, the trumped up nature of the
charges against these leaders of abaHlali and the racist
illogic of it all is plain to see. Also plain to see is
the hatred and fear of Black people on the part of certain
cops. But to miss the fact that the tearer-down-in-chief
of shacks in Crossmore was African and the squatters mostly
Indian, while the most enthusiastic oppressor of Sbu and
Philani was Indian but got on famously with his crew of
African gun-slingers =96 is to misunderstand and, in fact,
deny the brilliant nature of the oppression of abaHlali
that is now suddenly, barbarically, here. The cops' hatred
and fear for all races of homeless people is rabidly
ideological. It flows from the sort of bilious enmity that
produces politics. It feeds on the fear of an eneny become
formidable.
Again, I was not too sure about this. But having bluffed
my way into the police-station to consult with my
"clients", I saw Sbu unnecessarily lying on the ground,
hands cuffed behind his back with Philani propped up
against the wall moaning from his "resisting arrest,
slipping on soap" injuries. I did not abandon my role. I
tried to reach a deal with the arresting officers; a fresh
faced young constable and his surly searge.
They were having none of me. But then the phone calls
began. To this little prick. First someone he knew.
Seemed high up. Super. Then, one after the other, other
brass phoning him. He told the story three times of the
arrest. During the last call, he fairly stood stiff when
talking to whomever was giving him the 3rd degree,
reassuring, half-apologising for having brought this to
pass, not sure of himself, but too late now to turn back.
Yes, certain cops hate abaHlali with an undisguisedly
racist glee. But some of Constable Bagwanjeen's superiors
were openly happy about Sbu and Philani's arrest for other,
murkier reasons. And some cops were openly unhappy about
Sbu and Philani's arrest, resigned to the danger of it.
I think the last type are the clever ones. The ones who
know already that there is something to fear and hate.
Something almost impersonal in its force, uncotainable.
"Like a tide that is turning", from a song by Kennedy
Road's own choir, the Dlamini King Brothers. I don't claim
to know or speak the truth. These are mere speculations.
But, I sense a feeling in some of the cops I met in
Chatsworth and Sydenham on Tuesday night, that soon it will
be them fetching bowls of water and cloths for abaHlali's
feet not so long into the future.
Labels: Chatsworth, Crossmoor