As I stared at this building 70 meters from the beach, a black man pushing a wheelbarrow approached, so I asked him, "Sir, is that a hotel?"
"It's a house."
"A house! That's hard to believe. For one family?"
"Yes."
We both laughed.
Just outside Swakopmund, there are several plots of small, identical houses, very basic, with no landscaping of any kind, surrounded by desert sand. You can be sure no whites live there.
There are black neighborhoods with pretty nice houses, but not anything like in the richest white ones.
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One Molotov cocktail and that roof will be ablaze. If the much larger population of black locals ever go all George-Floyd-peaceful-protest on these whites I don't see how they'll be able to protect themselves and their families. If civil society, for whatever reason, ends for an afternoon they'll be slaughtered as the Hutu slaughtered the Tutsi in Rwanda.
Maybe, as it is in Papua New Guinea, these white families and white enclaves have their own private arsenals of powerful weapons for just in case.
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