>southafricangenocide.com/south-africas-farm-attackers-may-not-be-the-only-monsters-here-katie-hopkins/
>I came to South Africa to investigate the plight of the white farmer, who is being hunted from his land by gangs of black farm attackers.
These gangs are coordinated, equipped and organized by syndicates led by dangerous men.
But it doesn’t take long to understand that the victims of farm attacks are not just the farmer, his wife, and his children, but black farm workers too.
>I ask her about the farm attacks and what has happened in a single generation for everything to have gone so horribly wrong. I ask her why young black men commit these attacks when they know farm workers just like she depend on these farmers to survive.
She tells me they are young and stupid, that they have nothing and have learned that the quickest way to get something is to take it. They see the farmer’s nice house, his fancy clothes, guns, and cars, and they want it for themselves.
>The farmer’s wife says they are not idly waiting to be attacked; they are prepared for the attack when it comes.
When. Not if.
Their two-year-old knows where the panic buttons are. She knows that if she finds herself alone and mummy and daddy are hurt and aren’t moving, she must run and press the closest button she can find.
In turn, the mother knows that if her husband is shot, she becomes the last line of defense for her three little girls, so she is learning how to use weapons to survive.
And she’s learning to use weapons to defend her home and children
His job is to infiltrate the lives of the farmer and his family, learn their movements and habits, locate their safe and their weapons, identify their weaknesses, and use all that information to prime the gang preparing to attack.
He recruits others to do the same. His syndicate boss dresses him up with a nice watch and money for his wallet, lends him a car, and sends him to lure other farm workers to become informants.