The Fascists Do Like Their Walls, Don’t They

When a government refuses to confront inequality, it builds a wall. It is easier than justice, faster than reform, and far less uncomfortable than asking why crime exists in the first place. The City of Cape Town’s proposed ZAR180 million wall along the N2 is being sold as a safety measure. In reality, it is a design choice rooted in fear, optics, and a long tradition of pretending that poverty disappears when it is hidden from sight.

Table Mountain stands close enough to see, and far enough to deny an entire generation access to the city beneath it.

This kind of decision never exists in a racial vacuum. In South Africa, walls do not simply divide space. They divide bodies, histories, and assumptions. The communities being screened off along the N2 are overwhelmingly poor and overwhelmingly Black. The message is intentionally wrapped in the neutral language of “risk mitigation” and “public safety” but it is nonetheless blunt: danger lives there, and safety belongs here. Crime is racialised by geography, and poverty becomes a visual contaminant to be managed rather than an injustice to be addressed.

This is where the wall goes beyond being offensive, and starts becoming familiar. Fascist movements have always understood that separation does half the ideological work for you. You do not need to convince people that others are dangerous if you can simply place a barrier between them. Walls externalise fear, harden prejudice, and erase context. They turn political failure into architecture and call it order.

The City insists that the wall will stop stoning incidents and criminal attacks on vehicles entering Cape Town. This is security theatre dressed up as urban planning. It assumes crime is static, unimaginative, and spatially obedient. It ignores the rather well-documented reality that criminals tend to go around, over, under, or through obstacles placed in their way. Sometimes they bribe. Sometimes they adapt. Sometimes they operate from the “safe” side of the wall entirely.

A wall does not dismantle criminal networks. It does not interrupt supply chains. It does not address motive, opportunity, or organisation. It simply moves the problem out of sight, which is, of course, the point.

This brings us to the most corrosive lie underpinning this project, that low-income communities produce criminals. More than being just wrong, it is also lazy, dangerous, and morally bankrupt. We do not know who these criminals are. We do not know where they come from, how they operate, or who benefits from their actions. Crime in South Africa is not a spontaneous chemical reaction triggered by poverty. It is structured, organised, and often profitable. To collapse this complexity into a moral judgement about low-income communities is quite simply scapegoating. Worse still, it blames people who are themselves the most exposed to violence.

The communities along the N2 are saturated by crime. They live without the buffers that wealth provides. They do not have private security patrols, high walls topped with electric fencing, nor rapid-response panic buttons. When crime happens there it does not become a headline because it is a condition of daily life. And yet somehow, such communities are framed as the threat rather than the threatened.

This is where the City of Cape Town’s moral priorities become impossible to ignore.

The urgency around this wall did not emerge because residents of these communities are unsafe. It emerged because tourists are. The crisis is not violence itself, but violence that interrupts the airport corridor, the welcome mat, the first impression. When locals suffer, the city shrugs and cites complexity. When visitors feel uneasy, budgets are magically unlocked and the concrete mixers roll in.

Tourist safety is treated as an economic imperative. Local safety is treated as an unfortunate complication. And so, we arrive at the real function of the wall. It is not about protection. It is about erasure.

The wall is meant to stop visibility, to hide poverty from passing eyes, to preserve the illusion of a “world-class city” untroubled by the realities that sustain it. This impulse, to sanitise space, to prioritise aesthetics over justice, to bulldoze truth in the name of development, has become a defining feature of Cape Town’s governance.

We have seen it in the city’s hostility to the Save Our Sacred Lands campaign. We have seen it in the Two Rivers Urban Park development, where community heritage voices about sacred spaces were treated as obstacles rather than stakeholders. Again and again, the same pattern emerges. Dissent is inconvenient, poverty is embarrassing, and development must proceed, even if it requires erasure.

This is neoliberalism flirting openly with authoritarian instincts. It is fascism without the theatre, exclusion without the rhetoric. It is clean, efficient, and devastatingly polite.

The obscenity of this project is sharpened further when one follows the money. ZAR180 million is being marshalled for concrete, steel, and the maintenance of denial. We are told, endlessly, that meaningful solutions to crime are too complex, too expensive, too difficult to implement.

This is simply not true. The truth is far more uncomfortable. Walls are chosen because better solutions would require the city to see people living in poverty as worthy of safety even when no tourist is watching. That refusal, to recognise dignity without an audience, is expressed in budgets, in planning decisions, and in what the city repeatedly chooses not to fund. And it is precisely here that the wall collapses as a solution and reveals itself as a choice.

The same funds earmarked for a wall could be used to strengthen community capacity, organisation, and agency. These are the elements that actually produce safety over time. Community-based safety workers, mediators, and first responders drawn from local neighbourhoods are sustainable solutions to crime and violence. Their effectiveness lies in presence, relationships, and accountability because they are forms of safety that cannot be outsourced or poured in concrete. Within a ZAR180 million budget, the city could sustain hundreds of such roles over several years, embedding safety within communities rather than imposing it from the outside.

Investment in youth employment and skills development sits within the same logic. Cities that have meaningfully reduced violence have done so by expanding people’s stake in their communities and their futures. Medellín[1] is particularly instructive because it reorganised power and possibility. By investing in education, mobility, public space, and local enterprise in historically marginalised areas, the city enabled young people to participate as producers of the city. Safety emerged through inclusion, opportunity, and shared ownership of place.

Culture played a central role in this process. Music, visual arts, dance, theatre, and community media were engines of mobilisation and cohesion. Cultural programmes created spaces where identity could be expressed, solidarity built, and public areas reclaimed. Youth orchestras, hip-hop schools, arts centres, and neighbourhood festivals strengthened social ties and made communities visible on their own terms. These initiatives displaced violence by filling public space with meaning, activity, and collective presence.

The same principle underpinned Glasgow’s[2] shift toward treating violence as a public issue rather than a moral defect. Community-led interventions, long-term investment in people, and a recognition of shared responsibility reshaped how safety was produced and sustained. In both cases the lesson is direct, which is that communities become safer when they are empowered to organise, care for one another, and shape the environments they live in.

Strengthening trauma-informed health services, substance-use support, and victim assistance fits squarely within this framework. Violence fractures social bonds. Repairing those fractures is part of rebuilding safety. Care, culture, and opportunity are therefore the foundation of community safety and security. 

These are tested approaches to safety that are grounded in community agency, shared ownership, and sustained public investment. The question for Cape Town is why they are so readily dismissed in favour of concrete and concealment.

Safety and wellbeing is produced when communities are resourced to organise, to care for one another, and to shape the spaces they inhabit. This is slower work than pouring a wall, but it is also the only work that lasts.

Written by Merlin Ince


[1] Story of Change: The Medellín Miracle

[2] Glasgow’s Community Initiative to Reduce Violence

From Colonizers to Gatekeepers: The Hypocrisy of ‘Unite the Kingdom’

Imperial State Crown with the Cullinan II diamond in the front band — a symbol of British colonial history.
The crown that says: Unite the Kingdom… but keep the jewels.
Photo: “Imperial State Crown.png”, Wikimedia Commons — Public Domain

When I first stumbled upon the slogan Unite the Kingdom, I must admit that I was quite charmed. Finally, I thought, this is the start of a campaign to stitch together all the countries torn apart by centuries of colonialism. How wholesome! I thought of a global support group where India, Nigeria, Jamaica, Kenya, South Africa and countless others sit around in a circle with Britain, sipping tea (fair-trade, of course), while mending the historical wounds inflicted by Britain’s globe-spanning land grab. But alas, forgive me. I was naïve. I really believed, for a fleeting second, that Britain had collectively decided to atone with a little kumbaya.

So, upon further reading I found that Unite the Kingdom is not a worldwide reconciliation festival. It is, in fact, a nationalist protest against immigrants, a movement that seeks to pull up the drawbridge and lock the gates. The very same Britain that once sailed across the seas planting flags in lands they couldn’t pronounce now insists that their borders must remain sacred and untouched. This is the country that looked at entire continents and thought, “Nice place, ours now.” They called it the Kingdom, extended it across vast oceans, and yet today, the descendants of that empire tremble at the thought of outsiders settling in their neighborhoods. History has never been so hypocritical, or so short of memory.

But let’s take a step back and play a little with the idea I had before I was rudely awakened. What if Unite the Kingdom really was about solidarity? Imagine a Britain that did not just wave flags and chant slogans, but actually opened its arms to the very people it once ruled. Imagine a Britain that said, “We are sorry about those centuries of exploitation. May we join forces to build a better future?” Outlandish, I know, but our imaginations are created to run freely so let’s go.

First, imagine cultural reinvestment. Instead of immigrants being scapegoated, the so-called Kingdom could finally acknowledge that its curry is better than its shepherd’s pie, and that its music, literature, and fashion owe just as much to Lagos, Kingston, and Mumbai as they do to London. A “united kingdom” in this sense would be a vibrant patchwork quilt, where the threads are made stronger by recognizing mutual debt rather than pretending one side invented everything.

Second, economic justice. Britain could actually return resources it once extracted. I am thinking, for instance, of the Cullinan diamond. It is the massive gem taken from South Africa and cut into pieces, one of which now sits smugly in the Imperial State Crown. Imagine if Unite the Kingdom meant returning stolen treasures, re-investing colonial profits in education and healthcare abroad, and creating equitable trade systems. Britain could stand up at the United Nations and say, “We’re here to give back, not take.” Can you imagine the shock? The applause? The memes?

Third, a world where migration is not demonized but celebrated, where the great irony is flipped inside out: the British once wandered the earth looking for opportunity (and gold, and spices, and, well, diamonds), so why can’t today’s migrants do the same without facing hostility? If Unite the Kingdom were reimagined, the narrative would shift from “they are taking our jobs” to “we are building a bigger table.” The empire took enough seats, so surely there are some left to share.

In this version of reality, “uniting” is not about shoving people out. It is about finally making good on the centuries-old promise Britain declared when it drew those pink patches across the globe: that we are all part of something bigger. To unite the kingdom in any real sense, there is a price of admission. Britain would have to look at its crown, that gaudy symbol of conquest, and say: Unite the Kingdom… and give back the diamond!

Written by Merlin Ince