Almost two months ago, I posted an article about the totalitarian attitudes of airport security staff and how this boded badly for our freedoms.
Co-incidentally, on more or less the same day, the Stellebosch police performed a ham-handed raid on several student bars in the town. The scenes were captured on security videos and the images of police officers brutally storming into the bars, discharging their weapons and physically abusing the students are chilling. As usual, the storm has died down and this police operation appears to have gone completely unexplained, with nobody being called to account for it.
I would encourage you to watch the video here, and to keep this incident at the forefront of your thoughts, especially when dealing with the coppers. Remember, uniforms alone should not command respect.
However, an amazing personal drama played out during these raids, and it is this that I wish to draw your attention to today. I have painstakingly collected grainy screen shots of the event.
Our hero walks into the room, sipping his drink.
He doesn’t seem to notice the policeman with an assault rifle standing in the room.
Oh hello! What have we here?
Notice how, already, our hero draws his brandy and code toward himself protectively.
Now we see the stuff this man is made of. Casually holding his drink, he looks around the room while the police beat his friends savagely. He is the last man standing in the room.
Finally, a pig throws him to the ground savagely.
He observes some more, probably evaluating his options.
Gosh. Evaluation is thirsty work!
Thankfully, his drink is completely unaffected by the scuffle.
Mmmm! Delicious!This man is a true Stellenbosch legend. Congratulations to you, Sir, for keeping your priorities in order in the face of authoritarian terrorism. If you read this, please leave a message. I’d feel privileged to interview you for this blog. If anybody can identify this hero, please put him in touch with me. Viva la revolucion!
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