Heavenly, Hellish Cape Town


Cape Town, 2021

In Cape Town for three weeks, I’ve come to love my neighborhood, known as ‘Gardens’, as well as adjacent Tamboerskloof and City Bowl. Nearby Bo-Kaap is also very pleasant, of course.

Those who know Kaapstad might interject, “Yo, these are all whitey neighborhoods! You wouldn’t be riffing such free jizz had you relocated to Mitchells Plain.”

Since I’m not there, I wouldn’t know, but you’re most likely right. Unless one’s particularly suicidal, it’s not prudent to move into a black township in South Africa, Chicago or Philadelphia. I ain’t stupid.

The worst Cape Town gang is ‘The Americans’, by the way. Though not as murderous as a US platoon jihading for Jews, these Americans are lethal enough. With Uncle Sam the champ at glamorizing violence, these Capetonians can’t resist the cool brand.

In Gardens, I’ve established a routine.

Most mornings, I eat breakfast at home, since I have a kitchen, but if I feel like treating myself, I head to Arnold’s, just a five-minute downhill stroll away.

Leaving my door, I’m always astounded by the magnificent Table Mountain. (pictured).  Jutting straight up, it’s a 3,500-foot-high granite and sandstone wall.

On the way to Arnold’s, I pass Thai, Vietnamese, Portuguese/Mozambican, Italian, Arabic, Indian and Turkish restaurants, as well as a well-stocked Checkers Supermarket, and Soy Joy Oriental Food, with its fish, soy, teriyaki, hoisin, oyster and satay sauces, etc., plus bok choy, homemade kimchi and various Korean instant noodles.

For $6.65 at Arnold’s, I get coffee, two eggs, two thick slices of bacon, two hash browns, three pork chipolatas, two hunks of fried tomato, six chunks of eland steak and six chunks of ostrich steak. (Compare this feast with the $5.56 McDonald’s Big Breakfast with Hot Cakes, with its miserable single patty of jivey sausage.)

To enter Arnold’s, you must sign in and leave your phone number (or email) after having your temperature taken.

I asked the young man, “What’s a bad temperature, man?”

“Twenty-seven. If you’re at 27 or higher, you can’t go in.”

“Has anyone shown up like that?”


“Maybe it doesn’t exist!” We laughed. Always sprightly, he would even dance a few steps behind the cash register.

Like at most Cape Town restaurants, Arnold’s waitstaff is entirely black. Since it opens at 6AM, the morning crew has to get up at 4. Vans, called taxis here, bring them in from distant townships. In the dark and chill, OPEN in red neon shines above Arnold’s roof.

Nearly all of Arnold’s customers are white.

One morning, I met an Englishman. Escaping the always dismal UK winter, he arrived in December for a three-month holiday. Enjoying the cheery and sophisticated Cape Town so much, he decided to linger.

When he applied for a visa extension in March, they took his passport and said he’d receive an answer in eight to ten weeks, but he hadn’t heard from them as of late August. Since he had a temporary ID, he’s legal here, but without his passport, he couldn’t leave.

To get a visa extension in South Korea, all I had to do was schedule an appointment at the immigration office, then showed up days later to receive my approval within half an hour.

To receive Covid-related welfare, South Africans must stay in line for two days, meaning they must sleep outside a government office, then wait four months to get their first payment.

That’s the post-Apartheid South African bureaucracy for you. Corrupta et incompetens should be its motto, etched in stone.

Here, only 8% of murders end with convictions, and just 7% of rapes. South African sidewalks, then, are swarming with uncaught murderers and rapists.

Accused of rape, Jacob Zuma was acquitted. Knowing she was HIV positive, Zuma still didn’t wear a condom, he said, but he did take a shower afterwards, to wash away the AIDS. If it’s not meat on meat, it’s meaningless, I suppose. Before becoming president of South Africa, Zuma was president of the African National Congress. The massive rioting in Durban recently was started by Zuma’s supporters.

(You can gauge a population’s mental retardation by its superstitions. In one, morons actually believe a 47-story skyscraper can collapse in seconds, into its own footprint, without anything hitting it!)

Any city is best explored on foot, so one day, I decided to trek down to Woodstock and Salt River.

I was mindful, however, of a gentle warning I had received from an Unz reader, “As an old dog who’s grown up around Cape Town, and having seen what this captured country’s become, I go nowhere on foot anymore […] Cape Town has not been spared change for the worse. I can’t help thinking that you may be taking your life into your own hands in deciding to go walk-about though. I pray to God that I’m wrong.”

With each block, the eateries and shops became shabbier and funkier. One advertised “SURGERY.” Barbers had crudely lettered signs. Folks lined up for a gatsby, snoek and chips or fried chicken. It felt somewhat like a Philly ghetto, but livelier and less menacing.

Seeing me taking photos, a thin colored kid of about 13 wanted to hold my camera, but I wouldn’t let him. When I complained that my Canon 50D was a piece of shit that should be replaced, the kid said there was a pawn shop down the street that would buy it.

“Are uncle from China?”

“No, Vietnam.”


“Vietnam. It’s close to China.”

When the kid asked to be photographed, I positioned my camera to have Subhan Superette and Devil’s Peak in the background. Perched on his propped-up skateboard, the kid looked pretty good in his white knit cap and red hoodie.

“Uncle, I’ll pay you 20 rands [$1.33] for that photo.”

“Just give me your email and I’ll send it to you,” but the kid didn’t even have one, so that was that.

For lunch at an Indian-owned joint, I had half a Mozambican chicken, smothered in that hot and tangy peri sauce and coupled with spicy fries, then it was time for a beer or two. Bypassing a dim pub with just one customer at the far end, I entered one, Boum Boum Africa, with three people sitting at the short bar. One, a woman, turned out to be the bartender.

On the wall was a small photo of Mandela in a cheerful pose, with “MADIBA” above him. A sign forbade pot, pills and heroin. After ordering a large bottle of Castle for $1.66, I parked my sorrowful ass on a stool. I was home.

The two guys at the bar would sing along to the bouncy music. It was in a strange language. “Hey, what language is that?” I asked after a while.

“Lingala. From the Congos.”

“So you’re from the Congos?”


“Him too?”

“Yeah. We’re all from the Congos.”

People would straggle in, often just to chat, without ordering a drink. At the back, there was a barren restaurant.

The guy I chattered with was named Trisure. Forty-three-years-old, he had a hair salon (which he pronounced as “saloon”), with 22 employees.

“Wow, you are a big boss!”

“No, not really.”

“Twenty-two employees, man. That’s a lot.”

Later, he said, “We should go into business.”

“No man, I’m not a businessman. I’m a writer.”

“A writer?”

“Yeah, I walk around. I talk to people like you, then I write about it.”

“You publish books?”


“How many?”

“Maybe ten…”

“We should go into business together.”

“No, no, man. I’m no businessman. I do not know how to make money.”

Suddenly, he proposed, “Hey, you need an African wife!”

“A what?”

“An African wife?”

“No, no,” I laughed, “but if I change my mind, I’ll look for you!”

“Yes, you need an African woman, like this,” and he started to move his groin back and forth vigorously, with quite a serious face. Only I laughed. Had he copulated the air any harder, he would have fallen backward from his stool.

Enough of this silliness, I thought, but he wouldn’t drop it. Over the next half an hour, he would offer me black pussy at least ten more times. He also cadged me into buying a round for him and two buddies. Although I would have done it anyway, I didn’t appreciate his crude hustling. Clearly, Trisure was no boss with 22 employees.

“You’re my best friend,” Trisure blurted. Going to the bathroom, he even said, “I just need to go pee. I’ll be right back.”

Trisure was afraid his prey would run away. Finally, I did, but only after refusing to lend this brokeass pimp some money. Trisure also wanted to take me, right then, to see a friend. Obviously, nothing good could come of that. That’s how suckers get killed.

In downtown one day, three guys, with two wearing security guard uniforms, tried very hard to get me to insert a credit card into an ATM, “to get your photography license,” except there’s no such thing, and I don’t even have a credit card.

While there are crimes in all societies, the amount and nature in each are revealing. In Cape Town, a 27-year-old woman is on trial for allowing her 2-year-old daughter to be raped and tortured, with the baby’s genitals burnt and her body bitten.

Already jailed for two years, she cried in court and said she was willing to pay up to 10,000 rands [$666] to be released.

Also in Cape Town, a 25-year-old man has just been charged with the rape and murder of a 93-year-old woman he and his mother lived with.

In Belgrade, Serbia, I heard children’s sweet voices outside my bedroom window nearly daily. In Tirana, Albania, I saw kids playing everywhere, often unattended. In Cape Town’s better neighborhoods, children are rarely seen outside well-fenced schools.

I met a young Boer from upcountry who had had four phones snatched from him in eight years, all on Long Street. Although just one phone lost every two years isn’t too bad, just an upgrading opportunity, more or less, he can skip this wealth redistribution altogether by avoiding Long Street, except there are so many cool and stimulating bars there.

In Athlone, I met a colored woman who had her phone stolen that morning, at gunpoint. The black mugger was not from her colored township, she pointed out. What was most remarkable was her composure in relaying all this.

Now, Cape Town is a very spread-out city, with most neighborhoods having a suburban or small town feel. With distance or natural barriers, you can be safely cocooned inside Camps Bay, Century City, Sea Point or even Observatory, etc. In the last, white, colored and black hipsters swarm trendy taverns each evening.

In exurban Muizenberg, Fish Hoek or Simon’s Town, you can surf or sun daily, or sit back in a chic restaurant and munch on calamari, Korean chicken wings, pulled beef sarmie, sushi or a soothing chicken and mushroom pie, just like your English great-great-grandma used to make. In Noordhoek, you can ride your $10,000 horse on a long, white-sanded beach.

Staying in Gardens, I’m removed from the worst of South Africa, obviously, just as you’re safe from the realities of Baltimore, Camden, Gary or East Saint Louis, etc.

Like the USA, South Africa has pockets of civility, sophistication and joie de vivre not far from the most hellish on earth, and in each nation, barbarity has been gaining, it’s obvious. I’ve talked to South Africans who are convinced theirs can be checked, however, or even reversed. If that’s true, Americans may overtake them on the highway to hell.

Jews had a large role in tearing down Apartheid. At Cape Town’s Jewish Museum, there’s an exhibition, “Ground Breakers: A History of Progressive Judaism in South Africa.” Flanking the museum are the Tikvah Synagogue and Cape Town Holocaust and Genocide Centre. Post-Apartheid, most South African Jews have remained, so clearly, they’re not too nervous about their future or money here.

(Oh, how I suffer by not being close to Goldies or Kleinsky’s Delicatessen! How can any man go so long without his pastrami on rye, schmeared bagel or latkes?! Yahweh, you are unfair!)

With Cape Town’s spectacular scenery, first-rate food and many fewer Covid-related restrictions, I’m glad to be here, and not, say, in Philadelphia, New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Portland or Seattle, etc.

In these uncertain times, one must be grateful for any oasis, no matter how temporal or tiny.


This article has been abridged slightly,
leaving our the first few unnecessary paragraphs.

16 thoughts to “Heavenly, Hellish Cape Town”

  1. @ ADMIN

    “This article has been abridged slightly, leaving out the first few unnecessary paragraphs.”

    The “unnecessary paragraphs”, however, are quite revealing.

    Though strictly irrelevant to the subject matter under discussion — i.e. the dreadful state of South Africa after Apartheid was abolished and the Black Africans took over — the omitted paragraphs reveal that the writer Linh Dinh has a big chip on his shoulder.

    He is concerned that his ideas are being unfairly attacked by White racists for the simple reason that he is a “foreigner” and doesn’t have a white skin. “You don’t speak for America,” he was told, “because you’re Chinese.” He was also accused, I think, of promoting “Jewish values”.

    It so happens that Linh Dinh is a Vietnamese American, not Chinese, and he thinks he has every right to speak for America. His family emigrated to America after the Vietnam War and he grew up in America, learning to speak and write English better than most White Americans do. So how can he NOT be American, he asks.

    This is a moot point.

    If you happen to belong to that small minority of White Americans who feel that all Africans, including those who have a drop of African blood in their veins, should be shipped off to Africa ASAP, then you will want to see Mr Linh Dinh sent back to Vietnam on the next plane. No Return Ticket allowed.

    What happens to the Jews then? You want all American Jews deported to Israel? Or to Eastern Europe and Birobidzhan in Siberia? Or maybe to Madagascar if the Blacks are willing to have them?

    A bit of a tall order, it seems to me. Given that there are over 6 million Jews in America and maybe 20 million more with some Jewish blood in their veins.

    Forgive me for saying so, but all the fanatical White Supremacists who advocate these extreme measures have lost the plot. They belong in loonie bins. Not on the streets.

    *SIGH* The emigration problem is insoluble. I am strictly for emigration control. You simply can’t have endless hordes of African savages and Taliban terrorists pouring into America and Europe in endless tides, day after day. The fountain overfloweth. 🙂

    What the hell do you do then? Start shooting them?

    I don’t have the answers. Nor does Mr Lin Dinh have the answers. God has the answers, but he ain’t speakin’.

      1. Brilliant ..
        I also would like to add that if you look at the faces of those people from central American countries you will notice they look a lot like native Americans, the Navajos, puma and cherokees. I think they are cousins. So maybe the US white government should let them in without a problem.
        Because who divided this land they called “America” after some Italian pirate? Who divided it into countries? Spain and the US!
        The two kingdoms that killed 110 million !
        How sad that those natives are still paying the price of these injustices so that some so called queen can fill her purse.
        It’s all catching up, all statues of those conquistadores are being brought down, destroyed in most Latinoamerican countries.
        South Africa, Israel and the US have a lot in common: they are Nazi.

    1. “Forgive me for saying so, but all the fanatical White Supremacists who advocate these extreme measures have lost the plot. They belong in loonie bins. Not on the streets.”

      I’m afraid to say YOU are missing the plot, Saki, the Jew-plot. Who are these “fanatical White Supremacists” you are so afraid of, are they real? One of the reasons the Jew flood nations with migrants is to hide behind them and use them as proxies. Furthermore, to dilute nationality with too much foreign people inside borders which have no loyalty to the FLAG. Yes, a symbolic flag. Globalists like Soros want to destroy every nation on earth. Pat advocates nations are essentially racial but I believe nations can be multi-racial. Nations cannot be multi-cultural however.

      After truth dies in war-time fairness is next.


      “President Roosevelt, as commander-in-chief, issued Executive Order 9066 that resulted in the internment of Japanese Americans. The order authorized the Secretary of War and military commanders to evacuate all persons deemed a threat from the West Coast to internment camps, that the government called relocation centers, further inland.”

      Is it fair? Nope. Is it racist? Yes, they were segregate based on racial features. War is a desperate fight for survival. Because their cultural heritage 1% of those could be Japanese spies, they were a liability. At the final days of war some of those fought in the European war theater but not in the Pacific.

      Organized Jewry is the issue, it makes our lives miserable. Cultural degradation, spiritual subversion and the cherry on top of that cake – a financial system which is total fraud and against economic principles; the economy is completely distorted by it. It would have been nice if Linh Dinh could focus his rants on the J question, however I’ve noticed he has a little bit hate for withes too, after all, “whites” bombed the hell out of his grandma’s country.

  2. Mr. Linh Dinh peeking into and reporting from whichever front lines of the contemporary steady as she goes world-wide glide downward into the gaudy, gory, utterly inglorious mists of our collective “the future ain’t what it used to be” future.

    Fortunately there still are American writers like…..


    ….. who evince the mood of a familiar voice narrating from main street or one composing a page for the precious annals of Americana. Remarkably he makes it all seem somehow inevitably manageable, functionable in its dysfunction and maybe even a little bit enjoyable too. Sometimes small fetes are big feats..

  3. Wherever there is racial trouble in the world….. just look for a jew in the ‘fuel supply’, as the article points to:

    “Jews had a large role in tearing down Apartheid. At Cape Town’s Jewish Museum, there’s an exhibition, “Ground Breakers: A History of Progressive Judaism in South Africa.” Flanking the museum are the Tikvah Synagogue and Cape Town Holocaust and Genocide Centre.”

      1. Are the top Jews in league with the top Deep State White elites?

        Trump is no Jew, but he certainly seems to be working for the Jews:



        So the top Jews and the top White elites, as represented by Trump and his kind, are clearly in cahoots and joined at the hip. The only question that remains undecided is this:

        Does the dog wag the tail,
        or does the tail wag the dog?

        1. They are partners; the wasp are in it for the money. They are not Zionists, they claim that but they do it because it’s protocol, I mean what other reason could they claim other than that?
          That they are money hungry bastards?

          but the biggest mistake is for a grown up to think that absolutely all Jews are rich because that would be the same as thinking that all Saudis are rich or that all wasps are rich.
          I know Jews who are poor; just go to new york.
          I even read somewhere that Holocaust victims in israel get stiffed off of their money or get very little of it. I don’t know if that’s true.
          Thieving rat Bernie robbed a lot of Jews; he was equal opportunity.😂.
          But the best example of what kind of losers the wasp in charge are is the Epstein effect; they are only looking to satisfy their horniness and Jews who are in the zionist movement know it. They got fuckhead wasp Clinton with Monica and the wasp didn’t learn; Bill and others still went to the island later.
          They just don’t care. There is no shame in their hearts.
          Who is worse? The ones serving their own cause or the ones who use their political positions of power to serve their material wishes?

          1. This from Haaretz, the main Israeli newspaper on Clinton:
            “The Israelis know that if the Iraqi or the Iranian army came across the Jordan River, I would personally grab a rifle, get in a ditch, and fight and die….”
            Clinton, who avoided the Vietnam War, said to cheers at a Hadassah children’s charity fund-raising dinner Monday.
            OF COURSE AT THE TIME NO ONE KNEW OF HIS “FAVOURITE PASTIME” except you know who..

            1. …And here is an excerpt from an article at “the times of Israel” where they openly say it; three of Joe Biden’s kids are married to Jews:
              “First up, let’s talk about Hallie Olivere, now Hallie Biden, who was the wife of Joe’s oldest son, Beau, the former Delaware AG who died of cancer in 2015. Joe Biden has known Olivere’s Jewish mother, Joan, since they were kids — he once joked that he had a crush on her as a kid: “I was the Catholic kid. She was the Jewish girl. I still tried. I didn’t get anywhere,” Biden said at a Jewish event in Delaware in 2015.”
              Loooool 😂
              I wonder how many president’s kids are married to Jews?
              And people in the middle east still hope there will be some kind of justice from the USA!
              Nope! The USA is worse to those countries than Israel and they love it!
              Jewish people are the de facto rulers of planet earth!

        2. MB –

          Trump is “NO top White elite” at all. The bankers he is indebted to ARE the elites…. like his buddies at Deutsche Bank.

          Here is one:
          Rosemary Teresa Vrablic an American banker who worked as the managing director and senior private banker of Deutsche Bank’s U.S. private wealth management (PWM) business. In 2013, Vrablic was managing assets valued at $5.5 billion on behalf of about 50 clients, 40% of whom had made their money in real estate.

          Her high-net-worth clients include jews like Herbert Simon, the billionaire owner of the Indiana Pacers, and Jared Kushner. According to the New York times and the Financial Times, she was “Donald Trump’s longtime private banker”.

        3. Madam, you ask;


          An I tell you this: Control Of Monopoly Of global Credit is the one that determined “Who Is In Charge” And who controls it? Rothschilds!

          “I care not what puppet is placed upon the throne of England to rule the Empire on which the sun never sets. The man who controls Britain’s money supply controls the British Empire, and I control the British money supply.” (Andrew Carrington Hitchcock. The Synagogue of Satan )

          See how the Banker pokes The Prince! Makes you wonder who is the BIG DOG here? Certainly not the Prince.

          1. @BF

            Some friendly advice: Save your (virtual) breath!

            Believe me, you’re wasting your time trying to get thru to ButterBrain (& Co) who – to slightly modify that Paul Simon song – is “Still CLUELESS After All These Years” 😂

            1. @ The Realist

              Pipe down, Pea Brain!
              I was asking Bigfoot a simple question: WHO IS IN CHARGE?
              His answer is perfectly satisfactory to me.
              And I am not in any way disagreeing with it.

              @ Bigfoot,

              As always, thank you for your guidance.
              Your polite and civilized response is appreciated.

              @ TheRealist

              How many fags did you thrash at Toff Hall, Mr Flashman?
              Hope you didn’t do what most people (ahem!) do with “fags”! 🙂

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