A separate South Africa

More opportunities lie in gangs and drugs than in post-apartheid laws, some of mixed race assert

Special Report Mandela's Children

December 31, 2007|By Scott Calvert | Scott Calvert,[Sun Foreign Reporter]

PORT ELIZABETH, South Africa -- Neckties flapped in the breeze as the half-dozen or so gang members gathered at their regular spot outside a small power substation. Their formal attire was unusual. On this morning, they would bury one of their own, a sweet-faced 16-year-old named Adriaan who had been savagely murdered.

Paulus Gaai, at 19 one of the more senior Street Kids, said the killer was from the rival Preston Show Boys and vowed payback. As he spoke, a gold tooth glittered; his mirrored sunglasses reflected rows of battered houses and young people like him with no jobs.

Paulus pinned the ultimate blame for Adriaan Berry's death on alienation of "coloreds," as mixed-race people like Adriaan are called here. For many colored youth, members of the Mandela's Children generation who have come of age since Nelson Mandela became president in 1994, the new South Africa is falling short of its promise of better times for all. Compared with blacks, they have seen fewer educational and job opportunities, and that has fueled drug dealing, crime and gangsterism, Paulus says.

"Only the black people get everything right," Paulus said. "If they want houses, they get houses. If they want jobs, they will get jobs."

That is simplistic, as many poor blacks could attest. They, too, are still waiting for a freedom dividend. But his pessimism reflects a reality 13 years after apartheid's demise: A sense of isolation permeates the colored community - 9 percent of South Africa's 47 million people - and it is helping to perpetuate a long-standing scourge of gangsterism.

"They said it's going to be good for everybody. But that's not the case. The black people get first privilege, then the coloreds come," said Suzette Japhda, 31. She spoke of colored job applicants she knew who lost out to blacks with lesser qualifications. And she said basic government services such as roads and hospitals have deteriorated since 1994.

"I believe if a white guy is in charge of the government again, then it's going to be like in the olden days, not like now," she said. "For me, it was better when the white man was in the government."

Colored South Africans can proudly point to members of their community who have risen to prominence, such as Finance Minister Trevor Manuel or Bryan Habana, a star on the Springboks national rugby team that won the World Cup in October. Multitudes of colored people have moved into the professional class.

But Irvin Kinnes, a crime prevention consultant who studies colored gangs in Cape Town, said he often encounters a bitter hopelessness. "A lot of youngsters argue, `What's the sense in getting an education? We're not going to find jobs anyway.'"

A colored ex-gangster named Neil Armstrong said he warned Paulus, Adriaan and their fellow gang members that they were flirting with danger. He knew firsthand, having gone down the same path a dozen years before, with disastrous results.

Armstrong was in his early 20s when Mandela was elected president. The optimistic glow bathing the country did not reach his corner of Bloemendal. He saw poverty and dead-end jobs. He also saw young colored men with nice cars and befriended them. They offered jewelry and free alcohol, which brought women's attention.

His new friends were in the Rooms, a colored gang that sold drugs and fenced stolen goods. In time, he says, he became the right hand to the gang's financier. The deeper in he got, the more serious his crimes, culminating with a murder for which he was sentenced to 10 years behind bars.

Released early in 2004 for good behavior, he has sought to steer kids toward a better future. But in the end, he has had little to offer them. He has no job training slots or scholarships, not even a paying job of his own to use as a model.

Adriaan's death was a personal defeat for him. "I spoke to them a lot of times," said Armstrong. But they seemed unwilling or unable to follow his guidance. "As they say, they are living a street life."

Armstrong paid his respects at Adriaan's funeral. At Old Apostolic Church, the tough-guy expressions that Paulus and his pals wore earlier melted. The preacher thundered in Afrikaans, the Dutch-like mother tongue of coloreds. Solemn-faced men in suits and women in wide-brim hats looked on from the front rows.

Moments earlier Paulus had bragged to a visitor about his misdeeds, rationalizing them and perhaps embellishing. "We rob, breaking in, murder, attempted murder - everything we do. Because we don't have a good education, because there is no money for us to send us back to school, because it's very hard."

The sight of Adriaan's flower-draped casket in the church foyer quieted the boasts. One young man wept, reaching out to the photo of Adriaan gracing the coffin. Paulus, a 10th-grade dropout who lives with his mother, sat against a wall, still and expressionless. In the back of the cavernous sanctuary he started crying, burying his head in his arm and leaning back to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks.

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