AN UGLY HATRED
Barry Bearak and Celia Dugger
Barry Bearak and Celia Dugger
The man certainly looked dead, lying motionless in the dust of the squatter camp.
His body seemed almost like a bottle that had been turned on its side, spilling blood. His pants were red with the moisture.
Nearby was evidence of what he had endured. A large rock had been used to gouge his torso. Embers remained from a fire that had been part of some torture. Pieces of a burnt jacket still clung to the victim's left forearm.
Then, as people stepped closer, there was the faintest of breath pushing against his chest.
"This guy may be alive," someone surmised.
As if to confirm this, the man moved the fingers of his right hand.
The jaded crowd neither rejoiced nor lamented. After all, the horrific attacks against immigrants around Johannesburg had already been going on for a week, and in their eyes the victim was just some Malawian or Zimbabwean, another casualty of the continuing purge.
This nation is undergoing a spasm of xenophobia, with poor South Africans taking out their rage on the poor foreigners living in their midst. At least 22 people had been killed by Monday in the unrelenting mayhem, police said.
But the death toll only hints at the consequences. Thousands of immigrants have been scattered from their tumbledown homes.
They crowd the police stations and community centres of Johannesburg, some with the few possessions they could carry before mobs ransacked their hovels, most with nothing but the clothes they wore as they escaped.
"They came at night, trying to kill us, with people pointing out, this one is a foreigner and this one is not," said Charles Mannyike, 28, an immigrant from Mozambique. "It was a cruel and ugly hatred."
Xenophobic violence, once an occasional malady around Johannesburg, has become a contagion, skipping from one area to another.
The city has no shortage of neighbourhoods where the poor cobble together shacks from corrugated metal and planks.
Since the end of apartheid a small percentage of the nation's black population - the highly skilled and politically connected - has thrived. But the gap between the rich and poor has widened.
The official rate of unemployment is 23percent. Housing remains a deplorable problem.
"That's fueling the rage at the bottom," said Marius Root, a researcher at the South African Institute of Race Relations.
"There's the perception that they're not enjoying the fruits of liberation."
Here at the Ramaphosa settlement on the East Rand, a squatters colony southeast of the city, six immigrants have been killed in the past two days - or perhaps seven if the man found in the dust on Monday does not survive.
"We want all these foreigners to go back to their own lands," said Thapelo Mgoqi, who considers himself a leader in Ramaphosa.
"We waited for our government to do something about these people. But they did nothing and so now we are doing it ourselves, and we will not be stopped."
A familiar litany of complaints against foreigners are passionately, if not always rationally, argued: They commit crimes. They undercut wages. They hold jobs that others deserve.
George Booysen said that as a born-again Christian he did not believe in killing. Still, something had to be done about these unwanted immigrants.
"They are bad people," he said. "A South African might take your cellphone but he won't kill you. A foreigner will take your phone and still kill you."
Beyond that, he said, immigrants were too easy to exploit.
"White people hire the foreigners because they work hard and do it for less money," Booysen said. "A South African demands his rights and will go on strike. Foreigners are afraid."
South Africa has 48million people. It is hard to find a reliable estimate of the number of foreigners in the mix.
Most certainly, not all immigrants push ahead of South Africans economically. But Somalis and Ethiopians have proved successful shopkeepers in the townships.
Zimbabweans, who make up the country's largest immigrant group, benefited from a strong educational system before their homeland plunged into collapse, sending an estimated three million across the border to seek refuge here.
Schoolteachers and other professionals - their salaries rendered worthless by Zimbabwe's hyperinflation - come to work as housekeepers and menial labourers.
These days the nights and early mornings belong to Ramaphosa's marauders. On Monday, soon after dawn, they were boldly celebrating their victories.
Stores belonging to immigrants had already been looted, but there were still fires to set and walls to break down. There was dancing and singing.
Then the police arrived, quick to fire rubber bullets. Rocks were tossed by the mob in counterattack, but in order to triumph they really only had to be patient. The police didn't stay long. They can't keep up with the widespread frenzy.
Those left behind by the nation's post-apartheid economy commonly blame those left even further behind, the powerless making scapegoats of the defenceless.
Many South Africans consider themselves at a disadvantage with their own nation's employers.
"If you have a surname like mine, you can't get a job," said Samantha du Plessis, 23, a coloured woman. "I've been looking for a job for four years. All the employers want to hire foreigners."
So there is a nationalistic sense of jubilation in the neighbourhoods where the immigrants have been dislodged.
"The Maputos, we don't want them around anymore and we'll never have to worry about them again," said Benjamin Matlala, 27, using a common term for people from Mozambique.
Matlala, who is unemployed, lives in Primrose, now emptied of its foreigners. The sections they lived in are being dismantled.
First the belongings of the fleeing immigrants - their mattresses, blankets, clothes and cooking utensils - were looted.
On Monday the dwellings themselves were torn apart by dozens of eager men. It wasn't difficult. Walls of thin metal were knocked over with a few hammer blows.
Wooden posts were easily pulled from the ground. Picture frames were tossed into a heap of rubbish.
Matlala had managed to get a shopping cart, which he filled with scrap metal. Each load, he said, would fetch R40 in trade.
He was hoping for three loads, more money than he had made in a long time. - New York Times