A Narrative for the record.

Today I was violently attacked for the umpteenth time

by my nazi psychopath brother. Each time, it gets worse,

and eventually there will be an unalterable tragedy.



This narrative has much detail that is hard to capture

without writing a lengthy document. But I will endeavor

to put this into context.



Why does he fabricate reasons to violently attack me?

This time the dog yelped when another dog walked past

and as I was attempting to herd the dog inside, Mark

attacked me. Again. He claims I was abusing this dog.

That was a lie, the dog always barks and yelps when

other dogs walk past in the early evening.



To understand all this, we need to put it into the political

context. As I am an anti-apartheid activist, and he served

in the apartheid military. I played a significant role in

dismantling the racist conscripted army in February 1990.

As they were given the final orders before being disbanded

those orders were to "fuck up" my life (and anyone who

took a decisive stand against apartheid.)



Over the last 30 years, I have lost count of the vindictive

attacks, verbal, economic, violent, and slanderous attacks

on my character especially made by the supporters of the

racist regime. I have been informed of this deliberate

malicious vendetta against me, on numerous occasions.



So part of the problem can be attributed to this issue,

as he is under standing orders to make malicious attacks

on my person at every opportunity.



But the issue is far deeper than this, as he is my half-brother.

He is 2nd eldest of my mother, and I was the first born of

my father after my mother remarried. Mark's father

was a convicted criminal, like him, with numerous convictions.



Four years older than me, it was in high-school that the

tension between us became serious, as I excelled in

the sciences, achieving numerous distinctions, and prizes.



He was held back, 3 years consecutatively , and when it came

to the point where one more failure would result in him

being in the same year as me, he dropped out of grade 10

and went into compulsory apartheid military service.



It bears mentioning that endless corporal punsihment inflicted

by the apartheid education system did us no favors, and was

systematically designed to produce violent thugs.



Well, you may be wondering why 2 guys at age 50 are living

with their parents. Well, he is incapable of honest behavior,

and I am still the scapegoat for the sins of the white

South African society. Its quite amazing how sucessful I

have been academically, but even as I enter my 9th year

of study for my PhD, my employment hopes are dismal

because of the vendetta against me for my role in dismantling

conscription.



I have spent most of my adult life 'unemployed', although

that word hardly fits my profile.



I honestly believe however, that one of these days, the

conflict will go beyond retrievable. I find it prudent

to thus express this narrative as proof that I have implored

numerous times that Mark needs to be institutionalized

for his safety and mine. Such conflicts have a 50-50 chance

of either one winning, and most seem to end in a stalemate

until his addrenalin subsides.



This last time, after the dog yelped at the past,

he came at me shaking and and convulsing, threatening,

threatening, lies and vindictive abuse spewing with spittle,

his face puffed up and red with his frustration.



After we ended up in a mutual headlock, his energy eventually

subsided, and as we let each other go, he punched at me

to let me know it was not over.



I implore my parents to have him institutionalized, but

they are blind to the reality, no doubt feeling guilt,

fearing the shame. I point out that the alternatives

are worse. But to no avail.



Christ have mercy on his Soul.