While driving one day, we came upon this massive wall and I
couldn’t resist getting a picture, both because of the enormous scale and
because of what it represents as the tallest of thousands of walls that we have
seen in the Johannesburg area. The people who live behind the walls are
convinced that they are necessary, and with our mere seven month of experience,
I won’t contend with them. Still you wonder how a society was brought to that
opinion. There are places in the US with walls of course. In Vegas most of our
walls could be climbed over or even stepped over and seemed more a way of
defining our inhabited space from the uninhabitable desert. But South African
walls are serious walls. They are high, thick, barbed and topped with razor wire
or rows of electrified fence. It would take a thorough study of the country’s
history to really understand, but it seems that the obsession with security has
stemmed not just from apartheid and the explosion of anger it created, but from
the social walls that were built and fortified from the time whites stepped
onto the cape. Too often in any society, when one group sees a way to dominate,
they will create separation and then the explanations to explain them.
Some walls benefit us—humans construct walls and join them
to create homes where we can be safe from the elements, some physical or mental
walls separate us from what might actually cause harm. But we should consider the
justification and validity of our walls. How did they get there? Who and what
are we keeping out? Do they keep us safe or hinder our growth? After all, our
exits from these fortresses, through guards or electronic gates, are just as
cumbersome as are anyone else’s entrances. I wonder what understandings could
be reached, what friendships could be made, what greater progress could be made
without so many mortared bricks and buzzing wires.