[Marxism] Hit Men and Power: South Africa’s Leaders Are Killing One Another

Louis Proyect lnp3 at panix.com
Sun Sep 30 16:26:56 MDT 2018


NY Times, Sept. 30, 2018
Hit Men and Power: South Africa’s Leaders Are Killing One Another
By Norimitsu Onishi and Selam Gebrekidan

UMZIMKHULU, South Africa — Their fear faded as they raced back home, the 
bottle of Johnnie Walker getting lighter with each turn of the road. 
Soon, Sindiso Magaqa was clapping and bouncing behind the wheel of his 
beloved V8 Mercedes-Benz, pulling into familiar territory just before dark.

Minutes later, men closed in with assault rifles. Mr. Magaqa reached for 
the gun under his seat — too late. One of his passengers saw flashes of 
light, dozens of them, from the spray of bullets pockmarking the doors.

The ambush was exactly what Mr. Magaqa had feared. A few months before, 
a friend had been killed by gunmen in his front yard. Then, as another 
friend tried to open his front gate at night, a hit man crept out of the 
dark, shooting him dead. Next came Mr. Magaqa, 34. Struck half a dozen 
times, he hung on for weeks in a hospital before dying last year.

All of the assassination targets had one thing in common: They were 
members of the African National Congress who had spoken out against 
corruption in the party that defined their lives.

“If you understand the Cosa Nostra, you don’t only kill the person, but 
you also send a strong message,” said Thabiso Zulu, another A.N.C. 
whistle-blower who, fearing for his life, is now in hiding.

“We broke the rule of omertà,” he added, saying that the party of Nelson 
Mandela had become like the Mafia.

Political assassinations are rising sharply in South Africa, threatening 
the stability of hard-hit parts of the country and imperiling Mr. 
Mandela’s dream of a unified, democratic nation.

But unlike much of the political violence that upended the country in 
the 1990s, the recent killings are not being driven by vicious battles 
between rival political parties.

Quite the opposite: In most cases, A.N.C. officials are killing one 
another, hiring professional hit men to eliminate fellow party members 
in an all-or-nothing fight over money, turf and power, A.N.C. officials say.

The party once inspired generations of South Africans and captured the 
imagination of millions around the world — from impoverished corners of 
Africa to wealthy American campuses.

But corruption and divisions have flourished within the A.N.C. in recent 
years, stripping much of the party of its ideals. After nearly 25 years 
in power, party members have increasingly turned to fighting, not over 
competing visions for the nation, but over influential positions and the 
spoils that go with them.

The death toll is climbing quickly. About 90 politicians have been 
killed since the start of 2016, more than twice the annual rate in the 
16 years before that, according to researchers at the University of Cape 
Town and the Global Initiative Against Transnational Crime.

The murders have swelled into such a national crisis that the police 
began releasing data on political killings for the first time this year, 
while the new president, Cyril Ramaphosa, has lamented that the 
assassinations are tarnishing Mr. Mandela’s dream.

But Mr. Ramaphosa is struggling to unite his fractious party before 
elections next year and has done little to stem the violence. His 
administration has even resisted official demands to provide police 
protection for two A.N.C. whistle-blowers in the case surrounding Mr. 
Magaqa’s murder, baffling some anticorruption officials.

September.CreditThuli Dlamini/Sunday Times, via Getty Images
The recent assassinations cover a wide range of personal and political 
feuds. Some victims were A.N.C. officials who became targets after 
exposing or denouncing corruption within the party. Others fell in 
internal battles for lucrative posts. In rural areas — where the party 
has a near-total grip on the economy, jobs and government contracts — 
the conflict is particularly intense, with officials constantly looking 
over their shoulders.

Mr. Magaqa’s province, KwaZulu-Natal, is the deadliest of all. Here, 80 
A.N.C. officials were killed between 2011 and 2017, the party says. Even 
relatively low-level ward councilors have bodyguards, and many 
politicians carry guns themselves.

“It was better before we attained democracy, because we knew the enemy — 
that the enemy was the regime, the unjust regime,” said Mluleki Ndobe, 
the mayor of the district where Mr. Magaqa and five other A.N.C. 
politicians have been assassinated in the past year.

“Now, you don’t know who is the enemy,” he said.

More than any other, the death of Mr. Magaqa, the most prominent 
politician assassinated so far, has focused attention on the deadly 
scramble within the party that helped bring democracy to South Africa.

A rising star in the A.N.C. who had become a national figure, Mr. Magaqa 
returned to local politics in his hometown, Umzimkhulu. After accusing 
party officials of pocketing millions in the failed refurbishment of a 
historic building, Mr. Magaqa and two of his allies were killed in rapid 
succession.

Many others have suffered similar fates. This month in Pretoria, the 
capital, an A.N.C. councilor who had called for an inquiry into 
government housing was gunned down while driving her car with her three 
children. A few months earlier, a party official in a neighboring ward 
was shot dead near his home after exposing the shoddy quality of public 
housing.

In Mpumalanga, the province of Deputy President David Mabuza, an A.N.C. 
city council speaker was gunned down in front of his son outside his 
home after exposing corruption in the construction of a soccer stadium.

Here in KwaZulu-Natal, an A.N.C. councilor critical of corruption was 
shot to death last year while escorting a friend to her car. In March, 
an A.N.C. municipal manager known to be tough on corruption was gunned 
down behind a police station by two hit men. And this month, in a rare 
arrest, an A.N.C. councilor and the son of an A.N.C. deputy mayor were 
charged in the killing of an A.N.C. official who had led protests 
against corruption.

But few other political figures have been arrested in such killings, 
adding to a widening sense of lawlessness.

“The politicians have become like a political mafia,” said Mary de Haas, 
an expert on political killings who taught at the University of 
KwaZulu-Natal. “It is the very antithesis of democracy, because people 
fear to speak out.”

For good reason. After Mr. Magaqa’s death, Mr. Zulu, the whistle-blower 
now in hiding, loudly condemned corruption in Umzimkhulu. The 
impoverished municipal government spent a large chunk of its budget to 
refurbish a historic building called the Memorial Hall. But after five 
years and more than $2 million in public money, the project was a 
sinkhole of dubious spending, with little to show for it.

For breaking the code of silence, Mr. Zulu and another party official 
are now in grave danger, according to a 47-page report released in 
August by the Office of the Public Protector, a government authority 
that investigates corruption. The two whistle-blowers, the report said, 
fear that “they may be assassinated at any time.”

The Public Protector’s office urged the national police to provide 
security for the whistle-blowers and reprimanded Mr. Ramaphosa’s police 
minister for being “grossly negligent” in failing to do so. But the 
police minister rejected the report and moved to challenge it in court.

The Public Protector had a message for Mr. Ramaphosa as well: The 
president should “take urgent and appropriate steps” to protect the 
whistle-blowers. But Mr. Ramaphosa has not responded. Khusela Diko, his 
spokeswoman, said the president is consulting his police minister.

The government’s inaction reflects the A.N.C.’s inability — or 
unwillingness — to stop the internal warfare because it could expose the 
extent of corruption and criminality in its ranks, current and former 
party officials say.

“These allegiances go all the way to the top of the party,” said Makhosi 
Khoza, a prominent former A.N.C. politician who works at OUTA, an 
organization fighting graft. “That’s why the A.N.C. is not interested in 
this, no matter how many murders there are.”

For decades before the end of apartheid, different factions under the 
A.N.C.’s umbrella — communists, free marketeers, trade unionists, agents 
in exile — competed with one another, sometimes violently, as they 
fought white rule.

But the recent increase in killings inside the A.N.C. is a potent 
reminder of how far the party has strayed from creating, in the ashes of 
apartheid, a political order based on the rule of law.

The Public Protector’s investigation into the Memorial Hall has frozen 
the renovation. Umzimkhulu’s mayor, Mphuthumi Mpabanga, called the 
project a “dream” that would change “the lives of the people.”

But it has little resonance for many in Umzimkhulu, a vast municipality 
with pockets of extreme poverty. Margaret Phungula, 60, carries buckets 
to a muddy stream six times a day for water, adding spoonfuls of 
chlorine. Shown a photo of the Memorial Hall, she stared blankly.

“They’re not thinking of us,” she said of the town’s leaders. “We’re 
still suffering.”

 From Idealism to Violence

The Memorial Hall in Umzimkhulu. After five years and more than $2 
million in public money, there is little to show for the 
project.CreditJoao Silva/The New York Times
In the arc of the A.N.C., Mr. Magaqa and his friends belong to the 
generation that includes Mr. Mandela’s grandchildren. Too young to have 
been politically active during white rule, they came of age in a new 
country — one forged by the party.

Their political lives, mirroring the A.N.C.’s post-apartheid trajectory, 
began with youthful idealism, followed by lost innocence and, 
ultimately, fratricidal violence.

Mr. Zulu, 36, the whistle-blower, always wanted to be an A.N.C. man. His 
grandmother took part in the A.N.C.-led potato boycott against apartheid 
in the 1950s, and he felt part of that legacy.

In his late teens, he fell in with a group of politically minded young 
men like himself. One of them stood out immediately: Mr. Magaqa, a 
skinny, stubborn teenager with a bright smile. The youngest in the 
group, he quickly became its leader.

Mr. Magaqa made a name for himself by leading a strike during high 
school. When students contributed money for a trip to Cape Town, the 
principal told them it had been put to other uses. Mr. Magaqa shut down 
the school for weeks.

The early 2000s were a hopeful time for the young men. Their elders in 
the A.N.C. had gained political freedom for black South Africans, so the 
young men turned their attention to breaking into an economy still 
dominated by the white minority.

Les Stuta — the second A.N.C. whistle-blower whose life is in danger, 
according to the Public Protector — was in the group as well. He 
recounted how they pledged to earn money to help their mothers, who 
worked as live-in maids for white families far away.

“Guys,” Mr. Stuta recalled saying often, “they must come back home.”

The young men traveled together across the vast stretches of the rural 
district to open youth league branches of the A.N.C., borrowing cars or 
hitchhiking.

Finally, in 2004, Mr. Stuta got a car — a beat-up white Ford Escort with 
a sputtering 1.3-liter engine. The young men stocked it with oil and 
water to deal with frequent breakdowns along the dirt and gravel roads 
to remote villages. When Mr. Stuta could not afford to replace the 
starter for six months, party meetings ended with the young men pushing 
the car back to life.

“That Ford Escort,” Mr. Stuta said, “was everything to us.”

Pattern of Kickbacks and Corruption

A.N.C. politicians, from left, Floyd Shivambu, Pule Mabe, Mr. Magaqa and 
Ronald Lamola in Johannesburg in 2011, when Mr. Magaqa held the No. 3 
position in the party’s youth league.CreditThe Times, via Getty Images
By 2006, Mr. Magaqa and his circle got well-paid government jobs in 
Umzimkhulu. He got a car of his own, with a vanity plate: “Gogwana,” the 
grandmother who had raised him while his mother worked in Johannesburg.

When the A.N.C.’s youth league was established in Umzimkhulu, Mr. Magaqa 
became the chairman, beginning his rapid rise within the league — 
traditionally a springboard to leadership in the A.N.C. itself.

But something nagged Mr. Zulu. Within a few years, the overriding 
pursuit of positions and money consumed his peers. Suddenly, some were 
taking kickbacks, drinking rare whiskeys and prodding Mr. Zulu to drop 
his high-mindedness. Flipping Jesus’s teaching, they often asked him: 
Who can live on principle alone?

Soon, Mr. Zulu lost his government job and devoted himself to fighting 
corruption. But life was very different for his friend. At 27, Mr. 
Magaqa left the province for the national stage in Johannesburg. He 
became the A.N.C. youth league’s national secretary general, the No. 3 
position, in 2011.

As soon as he was appointed, he went to a car dealership in a wealthy 
Johannesburg suburb where he bought an icon of South Africa’s moneyed 
class: a Mercedes-Benz sport utility vehicle, the ML 500 4Matic.

Mr. Magaqa raved about it to his friends back home — its V8 engine, the 
thunderous noise from the twin exhaust pipes.

“He felt like he’s got money,” recalled Phumlani Phumlomo, a childhood 
friend.

How much money Mr. Magaqa made in Johannesburg — and how — were 
questions Mr. Zulu preferred not to ask.

“I don’t know how he acquired his money,” Mr. Zulu said. “Remember, he 
had access to everyone and anyone who’s big in the country.”

It only lasted a few months. Mr. Magaqa fell in one of the countless 
shake-ups within the A.N.C. and lost his position. He drove his Mercedes 
straight back to Umzimkhulu and put most of his money into a minor 
league soccer team, the Blue Birds. He recruited the best players, 
lodging them in a big house with cable and PlayStations. When his team 
won on the road — and it won a lot — he put up the players and coach in 
a hotel.

“But then his cash ran out,” said the coach, Mduduzi Ngubane.

With his money gone, Mr. Magaqa went back to what he knew best: politics.

A Hit List: ‘After Me, It’s You’

In his political second act, Mr. Magaqa dove headlong into the issue 
that defined the A.N.C.: corruption.

Jacob Zuma, the party’s scandal-plagued leader, was president of the 
nation, and more than ever, local A.N.C. politicians began killing one 
another over positions, contracts and jobs.

In 2016, when Mr. Magaqa returned to politics, 31 politicians were 
assassinated, double the number from the year before, according to the 
tally by researchers. Of that total, 24 were killed in his province.

With the backing of regional A.N.C. power brokers, Mr. Magaqa became a 
councilor in Umzimkhulu and a member of its decision-making body, 
effectively becoming the leader of an insurgent A.N.C. faction.

The sudden return of a political star, someone who could still call on 
powerful figures in Johannesburg, was seen as an immediate threat to his 
party rivals in Umzimkhulu.

“He was too ambitious,” said the municipal manager, Zweliphansi 
Skhosana. “That was the problem that he had.”

Mr. Skhosana, a former high school teacher, knew Mr. Magaqa all too 
well. He had taught the young man from 10th grade through 12th grade. 
The two stood on opposing sides during the strike over money for the 
Cape Town trip.

Now they were facing off again. Regarded as the real power behind 
Umzimkhulu’s dominant A.N.C. faction, Mr. Skhosana still lived next to 
the old high school, in the area’s largest house, surrounded by a 
concrete wall and electrified barbed wire.

Right after joining the council, Mr. Magaqa zeroed in on the troubled 
renovation of the Memorial Hall. Little had been done to it, and the 
construction of a new annex was proving to be a disaster.

A few councilors had already raised concerns, calling it a classic 
public works boondoggle designed to siphon money into the pockets of 
politicians and their allies. Jabulile Msiya, a councilor whose ward 
included the hall, said she had been excluded from meetings on the 
project after asking too many questions.

Experts unconnected to Umzimkhulu’s politics, like Robert Brusse, an 
architect specializing in heritage buildings, agreed something was wrong.

A few weeks after being hired as a consultant for the project in 2016, 
Mr. Brusse went to see the Memorial Hall for himself.

“As I walked onto the site, I said, ‘There’s a rat here. This stinks,”’ 
he recalled.

The new building behind the Memorial Hall was “professionally 
incompetent” and a “complete waste of money for what is being produced,” 
he said.

Mr. Magaqa and his council allies demanded an independent audit — a 
motion quashed by the A.N.C.’s dominant faction in the municipality.

Mr. Skhosana, the municipal manager, dismissed any possibility of 
corruption. Mr. Magaqa, he said, was simply trying to stir up trouble to 
gain control over the local government.

He waved away accusations by councilors that the contractor had been 
chosen because of personal connections to a local official. The 
contractor simply had a “cash flow” problem, he said.

But the contractor, Loyiso Magqaza, contradicted him in a telephone 
interview, denying any cash flow issues. “They can never” blame me for 
the project’s failure, he said.

Mr. Magaqa, stuck in a deadlock with his former teacher, turned to 
someone his allies said he trusted fully: his old friend, Mr. Zulu.

Mr. Zulu had become a known corruption fighter in the province, 
gathering evidence and sharing it with officials he trusted. So Mr. 
Magaqa gave him what he described as official documents about the 
Memorial Hall.

The documents, which were reviewed by The New York Times, showed that 
after the contractor won the renovation contract in 2013, worth $1.2 
million, the municipality paid the company and its subcontractor nearly 
two-thirds of the money, even though the project was far behind schedule.

Two years later, after the company and its subcontractor failed to 
finish, the municipality hired a different contractor for another $1 
million.

In all, the documents do not unequivocally prove corruption on their 
own, but they show the municipality spent nearly all of the money it had 
budgeted for the hall — and ended up with little to show for it.

Mr. Zulu said he had grabbed the files and promised to pursue the case 
with his contacts in the police. But over the following months, Mr. 
Magaqa brandished the documents in the council and challenged leaders of 
the dominant A.N.C. faction, leading Mr. Zulu to wonder whether his old 
friend was also trying to use the issue to his personal political advantage.

The council speaker appeared to be moving over to Mr. Magaqa’s side, 
according to the speaker’s nephew, Mduduzi Thobela, an old friend who 
backed Mr. Magaqa during the high school strike. The speaker and Mr. 
Magaqa had been friendly, and were even related through marriage.

Then the killings started.

First came the warning: Three bullets pierced the storefront office 
where the council speaker worked.

A few weeks later, the speaker, Khaya Thobela, was sprinkling holy water 
in a religious rite in his front yard — and was gunned down where he stood.

A month later, the councilor expected to replace him, Mduduzi Shibase, 
was assassinated after opening the gate to his home. He had strongly 
supported Mr. Magaqa’s call for a forensic audit of the Memorial Hall.

Ms. Msiya, the councilor who had asked pointed questions about the 
project, got a worried call from Mr. Magaqa.

“‘Where are you? Don’t go out. I’m coming,’” she recalled him saying.

He showed her a “hit list” he got from a friend in a government 
intelligence agency, she said.

“‘It’s going to be me,’” Mr. Magaqa told her. “‘After me, it’s you.’”

‘We’re Not Safe’

Mr. Magaqa’s cousin Ntlantla Dlamini, right, with the politician’s 
bullet riddled car.CreditJoao Silva/The New York Times
On July 13, 2017, a red BMW cased the neighborhood where Mr. Magaqa 
lived. His neighbors did not recognize the car. It had a license plate 
from Gauteng, the province where Johannesburg is.

Mr. Magaqa, accompanied by Ms. Msiya and other allies, had spent the day 
in a far corner of Umzimkhulu. But he was in a rush to head back home. 
The twin killings had shaken him, it was late afternoon, in the dead of 
South Africa’s winter, and the sun would be setting in no time.

“‘Let’s go, we’re not safe,”’ he said, recalled Nontsikelelo Mafa, a 
councilor and close ally.

As always, Mr. Magaqa drove his Mercedes himself and hid his gun under 
the driver’s seat. His bodyguard and another A.N.C. politician in the 
car also carried guns.

Talk of the killings soon gave way to more pleasant topics during the 
45-mile drive. The car stereo played house music, blasting the 
Distruction Boyz’s “Omunye,” an instant hit about a party. The group was 
planning a party that evening, too, for Ms. Mafa’s 27th birthday.

By the time they got back, the music had Mr. Magaqa jumping in his seat. 
They pulled over at a hangout by the main road, where the red BMW had 
been waiting.

Mr. Magaqa spotted the hit men first.

“Don’t move,” he told the passengers in the back seat. Ms. Mafa saw two 
men with assault rifles approaching and Mr. Magaqa reaching for his gun.

Then, the flashes of light.

Sleeping in a Different Place Every Night

Mr. Zulu’s cellphone rang minutes after the shooting. He reached out to 
senior police officials he trusted.

“The first one hour is decisive,” he said.

But the hit men weren’t caught, even though they drove a conspicuous car 
and had left witnesses: two women in the back seat survived with wounds 
to their legs.

Mr. Magaqa died about eight weeks later — from his injuries, the 
authorities said. His family insisted he had been recovering and was 
poisoned.

Of the nearly 40 politicians assassinated in South Africa last year, he 
was the most recognizable. The public broadcaster aired his  funeral, 
five and a half hours long, live from a sports field. Hundreds came, 
including top A.N.C. politicians and a minister who flew in by helicopter.

The speeches were anodyne, or became rallying cries for the party. But 
Mr. Zulu had none of it. At a service beforehand, he said Mr. Magaqa had 
been killed for revealing corruption inside the party.

Today, fearing for his own life, Mr. Zulu sleeps in a different place 
every night. Two bodyguards, hired by his extended family, shadow him at 
all times. The three big men squeeze into his compact Volkswagen, which 
sinks a few inches every time they get in, as Mr. Zulu wages his one-man 
crusade against corruption.

“The A.N.C. is like an ocean that will cleanse itself,” he said, 
repeating it so often that he seemed to be trying to convince himself.

He, too, says he is fighting for what President Ramaphosa calls a “new 
dawn” for the nation. So why, he asked, has Mr. Ramaphosa remained 
silent on the Public Protector’s recommendations to provide him with 
security?

“I’ve been living like a hunted animal,” Mr. Zulu said.

In an empty, roofless room, wrapped in heavy blankets against the cold, 
Mr. Magaqa’s mother spoke about the promises A.N.C. officials made after 
her son died. His Mercedes sat in a corner of the backyard, riddled with 
bullets.

She was still waiting for the A.N.C. to solve the killing, to take care 
of her son’s four children, or even to fix his broken cars.

“Especially the Mercedes,” she said. “It’s destroyed our family, 
especially me. Each and every day, I see it, and everything comes back.”




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