One
of the most remarkable things about the documentary Alison is the power of the testimonials of those who witnessed the condition
of the victim and the near state of grace with which she survived her trauma.
The assigned prosecutor emoted with the starkest credulity imaginable that she
expected to be dealing with a corpse. Alison Botha’s friends, the judge, her
doctors, the constables handling the case, even her perpetrators, all were
rocketed by the impact of her barely survivable injuries. The lead constable
heading the investigation seemed to be the most affected by the savage
infliction of wounds. He was fairly direct about the fact that he would have
shot to kill du Toit and Kruger, and it would have been a valid execution when
examined against Faulkner’s adage, “the past
is never the past”. What is
extraordinary about this post-colonial misogynist virulence isn’t the physical
mutilation. Examples of these by and large cut across cultures. Foucault was
able to ferret out a French pathological killer for his social norm analytics
which at first glance, seems atypical in its historical time frame. India has
flash point gang rapes. North America makes serial pathology a cottage
industry. The extraordinary thing here is Alison’s resilience, however a viewer
wishes to contextualize it, this woman managed to stay sane, have children,
marry, become a public speaker. This is the anomaly, in a country which became
a harbinger for 20th century guerrilla warfare.
Alison barely alludes to religion,
except to counter-balance scientific empiricism with its subject’s miraculous
rebound, and doesn’t reference politics, except for Ms Botha’s opening allusion
to the Kingdom of South Africa,
toying with the abstraction of a fairytale, which would be upended at the
conclusion, but at the time of this unfortunate incident, an escalation of a
serial pattern, the government was in transition from the National Party’s
rigor, de Klerk
being the last apartheid president, to Nelson Mandela’s majority rule reconciliation
under the ANC, and such magnified social destabilization this crime represents
seems to follow on the heels of national uncertainty. The dowager, like many
shot out in the sixties, grew up with Africaan oppression being the uncontested
whipping boy, similar to the childhood majesty of the Gargantua's.
Gaira may have eaten people as if they were so many buffalo wings, but however
primitive the FX for its day, the stuntmen give their creatures a grandeur that
makes Gaira’s rescue from the torture of laser beams appropriate. The denouement,
too, differs from the Godzilla franchise, by popularizing and disseminating Eastern
ideas of the ying and yang attached to each other in a perpetual balance.
Though investigation into the possibility of du Toit’s parole has thus far
gotten no further than Giovanni Gerbi’s article, the notion of rehabilitation
for these men is liberalism on a runaway train far worse than the authoritarian
stricture it replaces. The responses of the citizenry stoops to the level of
the perpetrators twenty year old savagery, and Alison doesn’t have enough to
cope with without taking a side swipe from an American girlfriend, a woman
named Sabrina engaged into the stupendous folly of romantizing a rage slasher.
We can never believe we’ve seen it all, not that I did not cast my despair into
this, telling myself if Alison put her pieces back together, I can survive the
shortening life-span stresses of my wheelchair failure which hasn’t been
rectified, but nothing in my autobiographical shrinkage is so mind altering.
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