Endings and beginnings
Michael Bartlet considers a novel by South African author Redi Tlhabi
While visiting Cape Town recently, I was shaken by an inequality that made it hard to relax. Townships with savage poverty exist as ghettos a few miles away from the most expensive real estate in Africa. In the modest flat where we stayed there were three lines of security. A live electric wire ran along the top of the perimeter fence, reinforced with razor wire. A trip wire connected us to an armed response unit. A conventional burglar alarm activated by movement in the room served as a back-up. In Cape Town this is not unusual.
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