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Sun, 21 Dec 2003


My aunt and uncle in South African just had their dog poisoned by burglars trying to get into their home. My uncle was woken by the commotion and managed to trigger the alarm in time. The dog died; but fortunately, nothing was stolen and no one was hurt.

I had a great time when I was there this year, but when I hear stuff like this, it reminds me that the crime rate there is just insane. I mean, it's a first-world country, basically, with all the conveniences of modern life that one would expect—for those who can afford them. But, for obvious historical reasons, there's a giant segment of the population there that is poor and unemployed. Which is nice in the sense that there's lots of cheap labor (it's typical for middle-class folks there to have maids, gardeners, etc.) but it also means a tremendous amount of crime.

I never felt threatened or even remotely in danger last July, but it seemed like everyone I talked to had some horror story, or some friend or friend of a friend who was violently killed, typically by theives. Bank robbers and car hijacking seemed to be the most common.

So all the protective mechanisms on people's houses and cars seemed so incongruous while I was there, even though, intellectually, I knew they existed for a reason. So when I hear stuff like this, sitting in my apartment with its unbarred windows and barely functional front door lock, I guess it just serves to drive that point in just a little bit deeper.

Our old house in Pretoria

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