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Someone said the other day - don't ask me who - that if you repeat a lie too often, you end up believing it's the truth.
Let's cut straight to the point: crime levels in the country are unacceptable. But to suggest that we are under siege is an infamous lie. However, we are repeating it so often that we have now begun to believe it.
And no, I am not speaking from blissful ignorance.
Just before you say "wait until it happens to you", my own brother was gunned down by thugs who woke him up in the middle of the night at my father's house. I have also been burgled several times.
But I walk the streets of the townships and Johannesburg's city centre and I don't see scar-faced, green-eyed gun-toting thugs mowing people down.
I do not see women being raped and people in cars attacked at traffic lights.
But then, I am the sensible sort who does not traipse down Kruis Street waving a cellphone with a thick wallet bulging from my back pocket.
I saw that sort of naivety get a Chinese tourist into trouble right in the streets of New York. He was mugged by a bunch of white women whom I think were prostitutes.
And in England you do not go to Soho and start wantonly snapping away with your camera. It is the kind of stupidity that will get you mugged.
Just last week Mafikizolo were cleaned out by British thugs while the group was performing on stage. The British press did not go into a batho batla reng, (what will the people say?) frenzy.
Back home, "our" thugs do, from time to time, follow us into the sanctity of our homes and kill us. The latest fad is to hit cash-in-transit vehicles and there is a frightening increase in that sort of crime.
But hell no, I refuse to accept that the wheels have fallen off and we are scared even to walk the streets.
Furthermore, I refuse to believe the lie that we are the "worst" in the world in everything that is bad - crime, Aids, corruption, road deaths and every other single bad thing.
I have seen crime in this country. I have seen black people - including women and children - hunted in the streets of the townships and shot down like game.
I also know of people who were shot execution-style and burnt to ashes while their killers enjoyed a drink and a braai.
Catch my drift? Now that was crime proper. It was sanctioned by the government of the day - and perpetrated by its functionaries.
I have had a cop come to investigate a burglary at my house and insinuate smugly that Mandela, then president, was responsible.
It was back then when "good" blacks were supposed to be disgusted that "civilisation" as we knew it was under serious threat and the communists had taken over.
I will never forget an afternoon when a scruffy fellow, who must have been a pig farmer, walked into a shop to play the Lotto, only to find the system down.
"Jislaaik, this government!" he said, banging the counter and eyeing me with a look that said: "Surely you realise things were better before this?"
Hao. No excuses for "this government", but it is precisely "this government" that made it possible for him and millions of others to play the Lotto in the first place.