Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Taxi Drivers - The Last Great Anarchists

In a country which exists quite comfortably amid anarchy, it's only natural the most anarchic among us are also the most needed. Talk about irony. You see them on the roads, on residential streets, highways, on gravel roads, pavements and on lawns, hanging from bidges, in waterbodies and sometimes even lodged in homes. They have absolutely no regard for others, selfishness is ingrained in their very genetic make-up. They wear their disregard for laws and the most basic of rules quite proudly. 'Hoot, it won't help' read one message on on of their vehicles (a glorified death trap with really posh mags) commandeered by these masses of self-styled anarchists. 'Boeta is jou man' read another opaque reference to the 'commander' of one of these vehicles of mass destruction. Have you guessed who I'm referring to yet? taxi drivers, of course, those masters of road fear and sources of road rage. Those road law heretics.
The majority of us seem to tolerate them. We have to, we have very little choice. They ferry around 60 percent of the country's workforce to and from their places of employment. They are unfortunately the lifeblood of our very backward public transport system and in some cok-eyed way, our economy. In yet another exampleof tragic irony, they are also the cause of so much needless bloodletting on the roads.
When they strike, at the drop of a hat these days, the country feels the pinch... no, make that a kick to the groin, remebre this, it comes from a virtually completely lawless industry which runs parallel to some of the most dangerous, lucrative organised crime syndicates in the country. It's not unfair to liken them to criminals. If any law enforcement body in this country had the guts to really investigate the taxi industry they'd more than likely find a thriving network of crime, breeding like an infection, which speeds through our society, destroying, maiming and not ever really caring. But of course the moment a politician or lawmakers makes any kind of bold condemnation of these taxi syndicatesor followed by concrete recourse, drivers drop their keys in yet another strike and life almost screeches to a halt. Who has the real power?
Authorities do try the occasional crackdown, which results in nothing more but figures (press releases filled with numbers of taxi drivers arrested, how many vehicles have been impounded, the faults which were found with their taxis, which makes for some alarming reading). Traffic officials pat themselves on the back, of course, because they are doing their job. But rarely do we see these operations actually result in meaningful changes among the bosses, the Mafiosos who have the real keys to the industry. A bribe here (and everywhere?), a complete disdain for road laws and the consequences of their actions, warnings, threats and claims of drivers being unfairly targeted follow. Before long, the next taxi accident, claiming multiple lives (usually never the taxi driver's) makes the news, usually only the tailender of a news bulletin or the corner of a newspaper.
Taxi drivers are maybe the last real anarchists of our time. Them and their bosses act with impunity towards the rest of the world. They know no laws and scoff at threats from our powers(less)-that-be. They speed, jump red traffic lights, drive in emergency lanes, flout most vehicle roadworthy regulations and do so almost with arrogant smiles on their faces. Who's really in the driver's seat?All we can do is sit in the slow lane, amid traffic jams and general chaos, all the while fuming with hatred. Is road the rage the solution?Of course it's not. But sometimes, just sometimes I wish I could just inflict as much inconvenience on taxi drivers as they do on me. Even then, I doubt it would make a difference. As anarchists they are immune to just about everything... especially behaving cordially on the roads.

2 comments:

  1. It says you posted this at 2:39am.
    I am disinclined to believe this.
    Also, I was in a taxi last week and some dude got out of his car and waved a gun around.
    It was quite exciting.
    Actually, rephrase that. I nearly lost my pulse in sudden fear.

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  2. Couldn't have been me. I prefer to use my hands, get them bloody and full of a taxi drivers sweat. I prefer the up-close-and-personal approach to inflicting harm

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