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Saturday, November 8th, 2003, 05:21 AM

My racist mother had to die

South Africa's worst mass killer, Louis van Schoor, killed dozens of
people in the apartheid era - all black or mixed race. Now his
daughter has confessed to murder - of her mother. So why is the non-
white community, who once lived in fear of him, hailing her as a
hero? By Chris McGreal

Thursday June 13, 2002
The Guardian

Ten years ago, the white residents of East London in South Africa
were driving around with "I Love Louis" stickers on their cars,
decorated with three bullet holes through a heart, in protest at the
trial of South Africa's most prolific murderer. The police,
magistrates and apartheid-era political establishment of the
dilapidated port had long protected Sybrand Jacobus Lodewikus van
Schoor - Louis to his friends - as he shot 101 people over four
years, killing 39 including children.
Van Schoor was a former policeman turned security guard and, as far
as the city's whites were concerned, he was doing a good job at
keeping the crime statistics down. But the dead and wounded had two
things in common. They were all black or "coloured" (mixed race) and
not one was carrying a gun.

The bulky Afrikaner with his long, flowing beard inspired terror
among the city's black population, who called him "Jesus" because of
his appearance. That was how East London's elders liked it - until
apartheid imploded and the time came to call Van Schoor to account.
When he was finally convicted of murdering seven people - a fraction
of the tally but enough to put him away for 20 years - Van Schoor
said that his only regret was being parted from his then 12-year-old
daughter, Sabrina. Now it is Sabrina's turn to be locked up for
murder, over the protests of a section of East London citizenry.
Except that this time, the people who once lived in fear of her
father are giving her their support.

The city's black and "coloured" residents have turned out in force
to cheer Louis van Schoor's daughter for a slaying that they
describe as a blow against racism. Even Sabrina's lawyer hailed her
as a "heroine" for hiring a hitman to slit her mother's throat.

But her motive was very different from her father's. Among Louis's
victims were Liefe Peters, 13, and his friend, John Swartbooi, 14.
In 1988, they broke into the Wimpy hamburger restaurant on East
London's seafront and headed for the cash register. Van Schoor
pounced. He ordered the boys to walk toward the exit and not look

Swartbooi swung around as the first shot hit Peters and two more
caught his own leg and buttock. Van Schoor hauled Swartbooi to his
feet, leaned him against a table and shot him a third time before
leaving him for dead. By the time the young man came to in hospital
his friend was in the morgue.

Van Schoor later said it was too dark to see that the two boys were
children. The response of the police and judiciary was much the same
as it had always been. For years, Van Schoor got away with the
killings under a South African law that permitted anyone to shoot
dead a person fleeing the scene of a serious crime. Included in the
definition of "serious" was petty theft if it involved trespass.

The police, magistrates and inquests routinely cleared Van Schoor of
any criminal act even though survivors gave disturbing accounts of
trying to surrender when they were shot or of Van Schoor snatching
innocent people walking down the street, dragging them on to the
premises he was guarding and shooting them. The victims were always
black and their word counted for little against a white former
policeman. Detectives invariably took Van Schoor's account of the
killings at face value, and several times allowed him to amend his
sworn statements to say he had met a legal requirement to give a
warning before shooting.

At inquests, magistrates usually failed to ask a single question of
Van Schoor - even when, on one occasion, he claimed that he shot
a "fleeing" suspect in the chest because the man was running
backwards. The pathologists' reports of shots fired within inches of
victims allegedly escaping arrest sparked no greater interest among
the magistrates. A single inquest in 1989 declared that Van Schoor
had justifiably killed 25 of his victims. When the local MP asked
that Van Schoor's gun licence be revoked, the police said they could
not take away a man's livelihood.

As apartheid collapsed, the establishment was finally forced to put
a stop to Van Schoor. It did so by arguing that the police and
magistrates had been wrong all along. Van Schoor was eventually
tried for 19 murders, convicted of seven and sentenced to 20 years.
It was the biggest murder trial in South African history but barely
touched most of the killings carried out by the security guard.

To many whites in East London, Van Schoor was the fall guy for
apartheid's unpunished crimes. But Sabrina was also being punished.
Her father and mother were already divorced, and Louis van Schoor's
imprisonment was to mark the beginning of a hellish time for her.

According to Sabrina's own account, the only people who helped her
out were non-white. She claimed in court that she was molested by
three white men as a child. When she told her mother and brothers
they laughed and called her a liar. But a "coloured" man listened
and that was the start of a parallel life that few whites understood
or countenanced. Sabrina's mother, Beverly, 48, was an influential
businesswoman in Queenstown, about 100 miles from East London. She
was a pillar of the town's white establishment, holding the local
franchises for one of South Africa's leading estate agencies and an
auction house. Sabrina helped her run another business, a florist
and bridal boutique. After work it was a different story. Most
evenings, Sabrina headed for the "coloured" suburb where she had a
series of boyfriends and a part-time job at a cricket venue. Beverly
didn't like it.

"Every time we used to fight, it was always about coloureds,"
Sabrina said in court. "She beat me with a shoe, a wooden spoon,
anything she could find. She called me a whore. My mother has tried
to shoot me, but she stopped before it got that far. She even
stopped me from going to church because it was on a farm and I could
meet people there she didn't approve of."

A woman who calls herself Beverly's best friend, Maggie Riggier,
said that Sabrina's mother often hit her daughter in the face and
would lock her in her bedroom to "stop her mixing with people of
other races".

"[Sabrina] was hurt and scared, and a prisoner in her own home,"
said Riggier. "Bev used to call her a whore for 'running around with
kaffirs and hotnots'. Bev hit her in the face, a lot. I saw how she
treated her and I did nothing. This town will say I betrayed Bev,
but she would have expected me to tell the truth."

The relationship between mother and daughter deteriorated further
after Sabrina became pregnant, at 18, by a "coloured" man. Her
mother pressured her into having an abortion. A year later, she was
pregnant again. Sabrina said that her mother was still urging her to
abort this child at five months pregnant: "My mother had found my
coloured boyfriend by threatening his family. She told his mother I
was a whore and because his mother was a Christian, she made her son
bring me back," she said.

Sabrina's father, in prison, opined that an abortion would be wrong.
His daughter gave birth to a girl, Tatum. "That baby was black when
she came out," said Riggier. "And Bev just wept. I said something
crazy, stupid, that we could make its skin lighter by putting it
under a light: anything to console her. Things got worse after

One of Sabrina's former boyfriends, Navin Neermul, described the
lengths that Beverly went to. "Her mother came over with two
security guards to tell me that if I didn't stop seeing her
daughter, something would happen to me. She was a very arrogant and
racist person," he said.

Riggier said that Beverly believed her daughter's attraction to
black men was a reaction to her father's crimes: "Bev said that
maybe it's because her father shot those blacks and she's trying to
rectify it by sleeping with blacks and coloureds." Two months ago,
Sabrina went in search of someone to kill her mother. She found Feza
Mdutshane, 27. One morning in late March, Sabrina opened the door to
Mdutshane and told him to wait quietly while she went to her
mother's room to fetch her baby. She found Beverly putting on her
make-up in her night dress. Sabrina picked up Tatum and walked out
of the room as the killer entered. He slit Beverly's throat with a
breadknife. Sabrina's only comment after the murder was: "Are you
sure she's dead?"

In payment, Sabrina gave the killer some cash, the keys to her VW
Golf and her mother's mobile phone. She told police that her car had
been stolen. Detectives soon tracked Mdutshane as he was using
Beverly's phone, and the killer confessed. So did Sabrina, once she
got to court. "I did do this to liberate myself," she said. "I did
ask him to kill my mother. I did it out of anger. It was preplanned.
I tried to stop it once or twice but it had gone so far I couldn't."

The prosecutor, Malherbe Marais, tried to get witnesses to admit
that it was the "low morality" of Sabrina's boyfriends that her
mother objected to, not their race. But none could be shifted from
their view that it was all down to colour.

As Sabrina admitted matricide in court, there were cheers from the
public gallery from dozens of black and "coloured" supporters. Among
them was Maria Phillips. "She was just doing exactly what Mr
[Nelson] Mandela said - making friends with people of different
colours. But her mother tried to stop it. She was a very rude lady,"
she told a local newspaper.

"She liberated herself from racial oppression, just as Africans in
this country had to do," Sabrina's lawyer, Siphiwo Burwana, told the

Inside Fort Glamorgan prison in East London, Louis van Schoor saw it
differently. He told his spiritual counsellor, John Stoltz: "I let
her down; I wasn't there for her. Please tell her that I love her."

Sunday, November 9th, 2003, 07:01 PM
It was a mistake of the Mother not to shoot that whore when she had the chance. This story makes me sick and is a perfect example of a "democratic society", where everything is turned upside down. Someone who murders her parents is considered a "hero" while the victim is vilefied as "racist" and more or less got "what she deserved".
Several years back there was a simular case in france. A young girl killed her father who was a "nazi", was overprotective and tried to keep her in the nationalist movement. The "Stern" was full of praise and sympathy for the girl.

It's like in soviet Russia, where the little Morozow was declared a hero because he stooged on his parents.

Taras Bulba
Sunday, November 9th, 2003, 07:07 PM
Yes this story fits perfectly into Karl Marx's plans for the destruction of the family in the new communist society!

Well, at least the mother is now with God(or Gods, whatever you believe). :~(

Monday, November 10th, 2003, 10:12 AM
Yes this story fits perfectly into Karl Marx's plans for the destruction of the family in the new communist society!

Well, at least the mother is now with God(or Gods, whatever you believe). :~(

I would rather have seen that disgusting young nigger-whore being sent to her "Gods" - which are probably some african bush-spirits.

In Germany it is no different at all. Back in December 1993, Federal-Youth-Minister and todays CDU-chairman Angela Merkel said in an interview on Radio, that parents should report their children to the police or to the "youth-office" ("Jugendamt"), if they find any CD's with "rightwing extremist music" or of "outlawed bands" in their rooms.
In the daily rag "BILD" there was even a report, of how a father denounced his own son to the police, because he visited a skinhead-concert. They praised this as the deed of a "caring and thoughtfull parent".