Hard ground makes for hard soldiers
The landscape is rocky underfoot and covered in thorny and dry scrub with large expanses of flat inhospitable ground peppered by steep hills.
Temperatures are freezing at night and boiling during the day and it’s here in the Kalahari on ground baked hard under the African sun the South African National Defence Force (SANDF) practices its war games at the South African Army Combat Training Centre, Lohatla.
Of course, Lohatla is not the only training ground for the SANDF.
“On the continent we deploy in different climates and terrain and we need to prepare our soldiers for deployment in those areas,” said the South African Army Chief, Lieutenant General Vusimuzi Masondo.
“It’s a fact some of those countries where we deploy pose a challenge to our members and or equipment. But from the outset when we began deploying on the continent in peace accord operations what we did was send some of our members who would benchmark some of the countries in terms of fighting in desert areas and fighting in jungles and we have developed doctrines so we can begin to train our members.”
Masono said areas in South Africa are then found which approximated those conditions .
Lohatla is one of only 10 in the world which offer provide exclusive and permanent facilities for landward warfare training, and one of only two in the southern hemisphere, the other being in Australia.
It’s motto is “Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum“, translated as “If you want peace – prepare for war”.
And when all the gunfire and explosions and smoke and dust has drifted away in the breeze, peace returns to the Kalahari, until the next exercise.
Where eagles dare
“When diplomacy fails, the next option is a big stick
The Republic of the Western Cape learnt this the hard way when it supported the rebel Bungu tribe in its efforts against the Republic of the Northern Cape.
“The African Union, in co-ordination with the United Nations, in view of the recent violence, decided the only alternative would be military intervention. The Republic of the Northern Cape requested the Republic of South Africa to intervene to protect its sovereignty and to avoid destabilising the the southern African region.
Once the necessary paperwork from the UN General Assembly Security Council was obtained, the wheels were set in motion for a short and relatively bloodless war.”
Read into the above scenario what you will, but this was the basis for Exercise Young Eagle which threw nearly 5 000 South African National Defence Force members from the army, navy, and air force into a land, sea, and air operation, culminating in a “ground attack” at the army training base Lohatla in the Northern Cape.
With ships barrelling up and down the coast between Durban and Cape Town, submarines skulking off the Cape coast, a marine “blockade” of ports, and a wide range of military branches involved,
Operatives from 9 SA Infantry Battalion, 44 Parachute Regiment, 1 Special Services Battalion, 2 Field Engineer Regiment, 10 Anti-Aircraft Regiment, 18 Light Artillery Regiment, 1 Tactical Intelligence Regiment, 1 Signal Regiment, 102 Field Workshop, 17 Maintenance Unit using air force Hawk and Gripen jets, Oryx and A109 helicopters, quickly “shaped” and then controlled the “battlefield”. Simulated injuries of 25 from South Africa and 10 from the Western Cape were the final toll of the “battle”
The Republic of the Western Cape never stood a chance.
According to globalfirepower.com South Africa is ranked 32nd in the world, and states “The South African military is one of the most modern fighting forces on the African continent – complete with a local military industry”.
In terms of real life injuries, it was the elite Pathfinders who suffered, with one dislocating a shoulder in Upington on August 13 and one on Thursday when after fast roping to the ground from a helicopter, the rope wrapped around his leg and he was hoisted into the air before he could disconnect himself.
The Pathfinder, a special forces reconnaissance soldier, was only slightly injured and is back at work.
Preparing for peace – The African Standby Force
The African Standby Force (ASF) falls under the auspices of the African Union (AU)and was brought about by Article 13 of the Protocol Relating to the Establishment of the Peace and Security Council of the AU.
Africa is widely known as a war torn continent.
“Currently we know of Central African Republic, Burundi, we know of the challenges there as a result of President Pierre Nkurunziza, seeking a third term, South Sudan, Somalia, Sudan, but the decision as to which conflict the Africa Standby Force will actually be deployed will be the decision of the African Union,” South African Army chief Lieutenant General Vusimuzi Masondo said on Thursday.
The Institute for Security Studies’ Peter Fabricius said in a July paper “The African Union (AU) – and especially South Africa – regards the AU’s nascent African Standby Force (ASF) as a means to pre-empt alleged Western meddling in Africa.”
Fabricius said more than 5 000 soldiers, police officers and civilians from around the continent are expected to come to the SA Army Combat Training Centre in Lohatlha, Northern Cape from 19 October to 7 November for Exercise Amani Africa II.
“It is expected to be the single largest ‘multi-dimensional’ military exercise ever held in democratic South Africa. As it so often does, South Africa stepped into the breach to host this exercise, which was supposed to be held in Lesotho late last year – before political and security unrest ruled that out.”
Fabricius noted the ASF’s forerunner, the African Capacity for Immediate Response to Crises (ACIRC) “was established two years ago, very much at South Africa’s behest, because South African President Jacob Zuma and other leaders felt that the ASF was taking too long to get going.”
Masondo said on Thursday history had “taught us we cannot enjoy the luxury of folding our hands and watching from a distance or claim that African problems do not affect us. If we do that we might have another genocide happen on our watch, sitting idly while Africa burns is something we refuse to do as an African collective.”
The SANDF are preparing combat ready forces to operate anywhere on the continent, Masondo said.
“There is not a terrain far enough not to cover. Development on the continent will not happen in an environment of instability and carnage, we need to arrest insecurity challenges before they escalate and cause our people to veer off course and fail to attain economic growth and prosperity.”
What happened at Alexandra police station where five people eventually died is an extreme case of when the system fails.
There are too many cops who’ve stuck their service pistols in their mouths because they cannot admit they need help for this not to be a ticking time bomb.
“Policing is a dangerous and demanding work.”
It’s a succinct statement from national police spokesperson Lieutenant General Solomon Makgale who follows it up with, “Police officials are exposed to numerous internal and external stressors including traumatic incidents.”
Let’s dismantle those last words.
Because it’s not only the literal blood and guts a police member has to deal with, it’s the hate humans have for one another and the incredible violence involved in crime.
And it can show up in odd ways, often in ways the civilian population regard as abhorrent.
The seemingly disproportionate beating a suspect receives when resisting arrest or the back thumping and laughter after a shootout where the suspects lie dead on the road, the indifference displayed towards a crime survivor.
One is an expression of frustration, the other a celebration of making it out alive, the last a result of sheer system overload.
For the most part we live with each other in relative harmony, but it’s the aftermath of an all consuming rage which takes over when somebody gets in your face that police have to deal with. Road rage. Domestic violence. Taxi drivers. When the cashier at the drive-thru mixes your order up.
It’s the strong arm of the law “haasmanne” (translation – civilians) want when houses are broken into, cars are stolen, family members are killed and people are raped.
We need the police to make sense of our world in turmoil and this too is a trauma no amount of training can prepare a police member for.
And it dehumanises, it has to, because without a shield or a defence how do they protect, how do they serve?
“The majority of police officials however are coping with their task demands with the support of family, colleagues and support systems within the South African Police Service,” says Makgale.
He notes a national summit on suicide called by National Commissioner General Riah Phiyega “ was a turning point in SAPS as it resulted in the intensification of efforts to deal with emotional wellbeing of our employees.”
Makgale points to the establishment of an Employee Health and Wellness (EHW) section to deal specifically with their mental, physical and spiritual needs.
“The Choose Life programme has recently been implemented within the organisation where subjects such as relationships, stress management, suicide/homicide, bullying in the workplace, HIV and suicide and an introduction to emotion competence are dealt with,” explains Makgale.
“Furthermore emotion competence as a full programme has been implemented where a specific focus is done on emotion regulation. Several trauma interventions are done within the South African Police Service as well as substance abuse, financial management and spiritual programmes are offered. These programmes are presented to police officials from entry level students to top management as well as across divisions and units.”
Tellingly, there is even a domestic violence desk with the aim to “pro-actively, reactively and directly address domestic violence within the organisation.”
Makgale says more than 60 000 employees made use of the polices psychological and social work services, the majority of whom were members on the ground. “Whilst this is good, we believe that we still need to do more so that all our employees who are exposed to trauma receive the necessary counseling and support,” Makgale says.
It’s the fact that members believe promotions will be affected, that they will be seen as soft, weak, unable to “deal” which may cause those most in need to turn away from help.
There has to be a way to make cops want to be proud of being strong enough to admit weakness.
“Some of them have long lived with the myth that if they were to seek the services of EHW, they are automatically excluding themselves from getting promoted within the SAPS. Just like in society, there is a myth that ‘tigers don’t cry’ in line with the macho culture existing within the organisation,” Makgale says.
“It is an unfortunate and ugly phenomenon that has overshadowed SAPS’s countless efforts of investing in the wellbeing of our personnel.” And it’s one which has been around ever since a daddy told his son, “Cowboys don’t cry.”
“The services offered by EHW are free of charge and what is more interesting and attractive about it is that, it goes beyond the workplace by also assisting affected family members,” says Makgale.
It is also a fact that some of the SAPS personnel refuse outrightly assistance when managers and immediate supervisors detect variance from a member’s behaviour, which sometimes points to a problem either at home or in the workplace,” he says and adds, “Managers and immediate supervisors are duty bound and directed by regulations within SAPS to ensure that an employee gets immediate support from professional counsellors, but such efforts come to nothing when the very victim rejects such intervention.”
There is a golden opportunity here for the the status quo to be changed and it is a simple solution: No “kopdokter” (translation – head doctor), no promotion, no transfers, no bonus, no yearly pay increase.
No clean bill of mental health, no nothing.
The howling from the rank and file will be massive. Unions will probably scream from the rafters about it being an infringement of rights.
It shouldn’t be too hard to implement, it’s already done at intake level.
The only difference is the members station commander, shift commander, shift buddies, all need to be put in the spotlight and if the assessors alarm bells ring for even a second, then it has to be rigorously followed up.
Then of course, there are the “internal stressors” Makgale referred too.
And these are the power struggles within the police itself.
It’s the senior officers wrapped up in criminal investigations, the fear of investigating politically connected and powerful individuals, the incomprehension of the rank and file at their fellow cops who commit serious crime day in and day out who are seemingly never prosecuted.
It’s Marikana, it’s Richard Mdluli, Anwar Dramat, Shadrack Sibiya, Marthinus Botha, Johan Booysen, Jackie Selebi, Bheki Cele, and Nhlanhla Mkhwanazi, to name a few.
It’s the ongoing never-ending meddling of politicians in the day-to-day running of the police which has to come to an immediate stop.
Somehow, politics have to be legislated out of the police so that it too, like the Public Protector, can do its job without fear or favour.
Then perhaps we might have less Alexandra police stations, and more of what Constable Able signs on for, which is to fight crime.
theres revelation in the reevaluation
in your life in my life i mean to say
to find the satisfaction of where im meant to be
the place that validates me
the function that makes be me
me be me
its all about me
dont depend on others for your validation
it makes you needy
not you me
its all about me
i dont know know when I’m being me
if people dont see me
i need to be seen
you need water
you need air
i need a space
just a little space
i have to have a place to claim to proclaim as my place
if im not seen
i cant make a splash in this water
i dont need air for my voice
so i need to be seen
so i can breathe
i cant breathe
theres revelation in the reevaluation
of my space in life
theres not much space either
i cant find my space
i cant breathe
i cant breathe
i can’t brea
It is a combination of the stench of raw sewage overlaid by frustration and desperation at a perceived theft of dignity by those who live in the Madala Mens’s Hostel which impales the senses.
Residents of the hostel in Alexandra, east of Johannesburg in the Gauteng province of South Africa, were the target of the second raid by the South African Police Service (SAPS), supported by the South African National Defence Force (SANDF).
Generally considered a no-go area for police and outsiders alike, police were having none of it on Wednesday night as members stormed the building.
The raid – much like the Wolhuter Men’s Hostel raid in downtown Johannesburg late Tuesday night – was ostensibly for weapons, drugs, wanted people, and stolen property.
A massive police and military presence showed government could still flex its muscles if it wanted to and although in a support role, the deployment of the army has been welcomed by some and criticised by others.
The Stalinesque building is a rancid survivor from apartheid days when migrant workers were housed, women and children not welcome, thank you very much.
And if the outside of the building is decrepit and ominous, then inside it is dank, dark, and desperate with litter strewn wide and deep, where sewage battles to find a path to ground itself in the gutter.
Surrounded by bare ground and with jagged glass framing smashed windows, it’s not a place which inspires hope.
The rats at least seem to have no problem, ignoring the stomp of boots and the rapid fire click of media cameras, falling over each other as they tumble over each other in their multitudes looking for scraps to feed their sleek fat bodies.
There are no hungry rats in Alexandra.
Is the crackdown by government armed forces too much too late?
Police have confirmed there have been no attacks in the Gauteng area since the army was deployed on Tuesday following the shooting of a Zimbabwean couple on Monday night.
“I don’t like this,” Siyabonga Mdlalose says.
He’s young, clad only in a pair of white shorts on the chilly autumn night, with a ready smile for inquisitive visitors.
“We are South Africans, we did not do this xenophobia thing. This thing is not helping us,” he says, speaking softly while he gestures at the backs of the police walking down the bare cement corridor wearing body armour, helmets and – at odds with their forbidding attire – bright blue plastic gloves.
The contents of his room were tossed – literally – by police and its contents lie asunder. With a wry smile, he shakes his bent head, turns into his room, and closes his door gently behind him.
A quick passing glance inside numerous rooms while following the police members on their search and seizure mission revealed a cold, spartan commonality of cement walls, cement floors and cement ceilings.
There is more grey than on a misty day unrelieved by glaring bare bulbs switched on as police enter room after room. The stark light casts grotesque deformed shadows against unyielding walls as clothes flutter and flap through the air during the search.
Of course, the rank and file of the police – who despite large numbers and overwhelming firepower – are only bit players in the overall saga, as are their commanders scurrying about barking orders, as are the residents who must suffer the indignity of police poking through their possessions and the world peering at their lives through they eyes of the media, at the behest of a government at its wits end.
“Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression of one by another and suffer the indignity of being the skunk of the world,” said Nelson Mandela at his inauguration as the first democratically elected President of South Africa, a day when hope for the future and pride at conquering our past shone at its brightest.
Is the hostel a breeding ground for xenophobia?
It must be if the police have targeted it in response to the seven deaths – three of whom were South African – and in particular the death of Emmanuel Sithole, brutally stabbed to death on Sunday.
It was Sitholes death, in the midst of yet another flareup of violence targeted against foreigners which saw the police approach the SANDF for assistance.
At least, aided by photographs taken by Sunday Times photographer James Oatway, the police managed to have four accused speedily in the box.
For the sporadic and ongoing violence targeted against foreigners and their small businesses, it is unlikely there will be any measure of justice.
Sporadic because it only flares up now and again, ongoing because it never seems to end.
Earlier this year Soweto was brought to its knees as gangs of youths ran rampant through the township destroying property after a foreign shop owner allegedly shot a child while trying to scare off raiders.
Yet the Madala mens hostel will stand until, as with the Cecil John Rhodes statue of the University of Cape Town, someone decides Something Must Be Done.
And after all the time and energy spent on the raid?
A few crates of beer confiscated, a small kit bag of hand lotion taken away, one man arrested for possession of SANDF uniform, one arrest for dealing in liquor without a licence, a stolen laptop was recovered, 9kg of dagga and a panga were all the booty which could be produced after searching six buildings of four floors each with between 250 to 300 rooms in each block.
Mandela also said at his inauguration, “Our daily deeds as ordinary South Africans must produce an actual South African reality that will reinforce humanity`s belief in justice, strengthen its confidence in the nobility of the human soul and sustain all our hopes for a glorious life for all.”
The bitter irony is, government knew. It was warned.
Nothing has changed.
Aluta continua, indeed.
where have all the writings gone
lost in the high definition 7 bajillion
colour pixelated world of crash boom
and specially effected bangs
where have all the writings gone
lost in a world of political correctness
chopped just as surely as a mawkish teenager
dancing in the beat of the night with
inelegant steps whispering lustful i love yous
on beer stained breath
we dont see any more
day by day we see even less
the splitter tittle of water in a fountain
the pattern of a dainty deer picked out
against the bulk of a mountain green
covered with the life of spring
we dont hear any more
day by day we hear even less
the silence healing the night
the darkness shedding the light
the cracking of dawn and
the vanity of the sun as it banishes fear and
lightens our burden of yesterfear
we cant feel anymore
day by day we feel even less
the tickle of air through body hair
a thousand little cotton tongues
flickering on our skin
the hot and cold
of new and blood
running lub-dub lub-dub
through our souls
its the time of the dance of 1s and 0s
we’re tied to digital puppet strings
of multiple platform digital streams
we’ve abdicated our greatest power
tied our imagination to a digital anchor
and even as we cry to be free
you and me
as black as sin
black sheep of the family
and like sheep everyone bleats
black people this black people that
even black people embrace, cuddle, masticate
the words black people
i dont know any black people
i know people with black souls
i know people with honey brown skin
hazel, chocolate-coloured, coffee-coloured, cocoa-coloured nut-brown skins
yet we fixate on black
slack black, dirty black, light sucking black, black hole black
aparthate planted the seeds of self hate
it must be
why else would a proud nation
own black enjoy black
it makes no sense
to privileged caucasian me
maybe my privilege blinds me
wont let me see
being black is more than its cracked up to be
being black is something better than me
i hope so i want it so
it would be so if language didn’t make black bad
white and black
its the great divide
we use it to hide our potentials
our futures our prides
we use it to wallow in
to swallow in our own poison
white is pure
white is angelic
white is clean
white is power
white is right
um no it fucking isn’t
we’re dying indelibly forever on our mountain of colour
its time to get over our colour
its time to colour this country with humanity
which has no colour
never forgetting our past
we can colour a brighter future
4.30am – Kruger National Park, Mpumalanga, South Africa
Long awaited spring rains finally arrived on Friday in the South African National Parks’ (SANParks) Kruger National Park in Mpumalanga.
In Skukuza rest camp; there is a crisp freshness in the air, as the Kruger slowly awakened with the dawn. The storm clouds have been shredded by gale force winds during the night, leaving thin grey streaks of cloud in the sky. The rain is gone for now, but threatens still. Now all that remains is for rangers to track today’s first rhino for translocation.
The process is in full swing now, with a limit of 500 set by Parliament in August. Rangers have until the end of October to move as many rhino as possible until stress inducing heat shuts down SANParks’ rhino management implementation strategy until autumn.
At Wildlife Veterinary Services, Operations manager Marius Kruger said Friday’s target was four white rhino.
“Because of the rain, we will have to work from the tar roads and walk in. So be aware of other animals, other rhino, other dangerous animals, so stay in a group,” Kruger said.
As the sun cracked the sky, a sense of urgency was evident in the capture team. The entire operation is heat dependent and time was a wasting.
SANParks has captured 16 rhino so far, black and white, with another 15 corralled in boma’s.
The blatting of the chopper in its distinctive yellow and green SANParks livery as it banks hard overhead destroys the early morning peace.
Battling gusting winds, chopper pilot Grant Knight herds a rhino up a hill towards the road. Experience has taught the crew rain makes the bush treacherous for vehicles so the rhino needs to be sedated as close as possible to the main road.
The game capture vehicles, massive 4×4 trucks, should cope, but there is no point in taking chances.
Rhino down. It’s done its characteristic high stepping dance but it’s powerless to resist the powerful opiate coursing through its veins, even as it tries to defend its calf, already knocked out by a smaller dose of the same drug.
A mad dash through the bush follows; there are only minutes to left to collect vital information. Horn length, blood and hair and skin samples for Rhodis, the rhino DNA database, and the actual size of the rhino cow are gathered.
Microchip the horn and the animal, check body condition, the cow is pregnant, about half way through its gestation period of 16 months.
The cow is more awake than for usual DNA tagging, it has to be walked to its container about 100m away.
With cloth tightly bound over its eyes to keep it calm, a train of men pull on a rope tied around its head and walk it slowly towards the container. As soon as it’s safe, the calf is brought to its feet. A year old, it is also a female, and heavier than it looks.
As is the way with many children, it’s a lot more stubborn than its parent, and has to be pushed all the way to the container.
It walks like a drunken man, strapping wide and short, and dodging its feet is a full time job.
Trying not to trip in the knee length grass either is also a full time job.
Done. Mother and calf are safely ensconced in their very temporary homes. They will be transported to a boma to be acclimatized to small spaces for when it is time to move them longer distances.
“Weather plays an enormous part in rhino capture. The animals also need to be close enough to the road,” said SANParks chief veterinarian Dr Markus Hofmeyr.
He says it is a first for SANParks to move rhino from their established areas into others, in this case, protected zones.
“This is an experimental exercise. We put transmitters on the ankle so we can monitor how they interact with others and to see if they leave the area,” Hofmeyr said.
As the first truck drives off with the rhino, the helicopter takes off; it’s time to find the next two.
Soggy, ankle-breaking terrain, vicious gusting winds which threatened to knock the helicopter out of the sky and soaring temperatures notwithstanding, the final rhino cow has finally been crated.
Four female white rhino, one of which was pregnant, have been taken to safer climes within the park.
Remember, says Hofmeyr, it is not only about protection. “This is also about increasing the number of rhinos by reducing competition for nutrition and social space so breeding levels can pick up,” Hofmeyr said.
He cautioned against thinking 500 rhino was a must-reach target, saying it was a limit, and in all probability it may not be reached because of the conditions the team faced.