South Africa’s own civil war: You’re either pro-tree or pro-fynbos
I was out walking on Table Mountain the other day, enjoying the exercise and marvelling at the view … oh, who am I kidding. I was out looking for shamanic ‘shrooms, but I can’t write that or the police will be smashing down my front door before you can say 4-hydroxyl-dimethyltryptamine.
Truth is, nobody can walk anywhere in Table Mountain National Park these days because a gang of government-backed eco-terrorists are hacking down all the pine and eucalyptus trees.
A few days ago, someone spray-painted sad faces on the ends of some of the executed trees. Then someone else came along and sprayed happy faces on the rest.
This is how we protest in the Cape. Instead of being like normal people and throwing stones and setting journalists alight, we paint faces on tree stumps and write angry letters to the local paper.
When I say “we”, I mean white people. Everyone else is “they”. Here in Cape Town, we speak it like it are. But this is not a racist thing. It’s a mountain thing. We take our dogs and our children and our secretaries for walks on the mountain and They don’t. If We see one of Them heading towards us, We stuff our wallets down our pants and try to call the mountain police before They disembowel us with screwdrivers and make overseas calls on our cellphones.
I’m talking rubbish. There is no such thing as the mountain police.
Here in Africa’s last colony, one is either pro-tree or pro-fynbos. There is no middle ground. Stands must be taken and positions defended.
I have given the matter considerable thought and have decided to join forces with the tree people. One of their major grievances is that, by hacking down all the pines, the Tree Taliban have deprived walkers of any kind of protection from the sun. Apart from a six-pack and a 9mm Parabellum, shade is the next best thing to have on a walk in Table Mountain National Park.
The Taliban’s argument, which is supported by chainsaws, is that the birds don’t like alien trees and they take too much water and don’t put enough back into society. Apparently these foreign ingrates hang around doing nothing except get bigger and smack the helpless fynbos around when nobody’s looking.
Fynbos is not known for its shade-giving qualities. If you’re suffering from heat stroke and desperately need shelter, you can always try to leopard-crawl under a Leucospermum lineare and risk having your face slashed to ribbons by its cruel, scrubby branches.
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