At least a million cars, but probably more than two million, had to have enough fuel and safe places where they could get more. There were gas stations along the way, but not only were they majority-owned by blacks thanks to Broad-Based Black Economic Empowerment, they would run out of fuel very quickly, probably within 12 to 18 hours. Those gas stations had to be re-supplied from refineries, once again majority black-owned because of the ANC’s indigenization policy. In turn, those refineries had whites working there in a lot of key positions. Once they were on the road, it was doubtful the refineries would be functional in the short term due to the subsequent lack of knowledgeable personnel. That would in turn affect supply and thus lead to God only knew how many cars being abandoned because of a lack of fuel. A million cars put bumper to bumper worked out to around 4.000 kilometers of cars. Spread over the five routes, that meant there’d be five streams of steel at least 800 kilometers long. Due to the low speeds they’d be travelling at, those cars could run out of fuel anywhere from the boundaries of their province of origin to the Free State. There could easily be as few as 1.500.000 people walking. They’d need food and water for the long walk ahead of them, medical care and just as important, security. Some had guns, but the only thing that was truly plentiful were cell phones- and they weren’t working. What were people gonna do if they were attacked by black mobs backed up by army and police units? Throw their bloody useless cell phones at them? No. Tough and mighty the whites had once been, they were now weak and vulnerable. If they tried to protect each other while on the move or in a static position, the security elements wouldn’t stand against anything more than casual attacks because of a lack of proper weapons and ammo. Basically, they’d be slaughtered given the pitiful resources at their disposal. Uncomfortable though it was, the colonel and the general admitted to themselves this had the potential to be a cluster fuck of epic proportions.
They looked at the maps and dredged their memories for tidbits of information on where the gas stations were, what the terrain looked like, trying to work out how fuel, food and water could be kept coming. The answers were not encouraging. The South African road network is pretty good, but this exodus raised the specter of clogged national roads which presented them with problems upon problems. The refineries had to keep working and the trucks had to come. Well, that would need the government’s involvement, the same one which was trying to take everything from them. Worse, the refineries could not possibly function properly after the loss of skilled technicians who were either dead or on the run. The only way that was going to happen was if those whites put themselves in danger for the sake of millions of others and went back to work. Given what was going on, nobody was likely to do that and there was no way to force them. The only hope they had was that there was a sufficient reserve of refined fuel, which combined with international pressure on the South African government and refugees with almost inhuman discipline to stop every once in a while, preferably for one hour every three so as to let food and fuel trucks to cross on their way around the country. This in turn necessitated a coordinated campaign at national level, which in turn needed a functional communications network across the entire spectrum.
Considering the land line and cell phone networks had been down since the first Sunday after the president had made his coup announcement, how the hell was that going to happen? Once again, not without the government’s cooperation. Turning the networks back on would come with more problems. There was undoubtedly a massive backlog of messages and missed call reports that would flood the system and this could either collapse the network when it was turned on, or delay communications for hours until it all went through. Even worse, everybody and his grandmother was going to call everybody else to find out who was alive and who wasn’t, to discuss the options available and make arrangements. That would tie up the networks again. More problematic still were the consequences to the South African government if it restored communications. Word about what was happening would inevitably get out, most likely from terrified foreigners who contacted their embassies, and then the government had to choose between acknowledgement of what they were doing and face censure, or in desperation, go for broke and do its damnedest to wipe out the whites. It was most likely the government would get nailed on the international stage. Not necessarily because of what it was doing, but because the Europeans feared yet another wave of refugees like that from Syria and Libya.
There was hope of a sort, though. Since around 2016, Europe had begun moving to the right politically. England, Italy, Germany, France, Holland, Denmark, Belgium, Switzerland, Norway and Sweden, Poland, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, the Serb and Croat republics along with Greece- all of them had had enough of being nice to crazy Arabs who sucked their welfare systems dry while they tried to subvert their hosts’ secular societies. The East Europeans were slightly different. They had never forgotten the Ottoman Empire and their ancestors’ struggles against Muslim domination. The churches in those countries, most notably the Orthodox, became increasingly prominent and added a religious aspect to the push against the wave of refugees. After one too many Arabs demanded sharia law while attacking locals going about their business, the people of those countries fought back. First they forced their governments to crack down on refugees who tried to drag them down into the darkness of the seventh century, then one by one elected governments who promised “if it ain’t white and Christian, it ain’t gettin’ in”. Well, the left-leaning parties couldn’t do that, brought up on a steady diet of “don’t just turn the other cheek, stretch your neck so you can be decapitated too”, they had no idea how to balance their limp-wristed fairy tale view of a brightly shining world that existed only in their dreams with the harsh reality of what was happening in the streets and what had to be done about it.
End of Part 2. To be continued…
Mircea Negres
Port Elizabeth
South Africa
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