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Really sad story. The Shinning Girls is a gripping thriller about a time traveling serial killer who slit the guts open of his female victims. I read the novel last summer, and it certainly was tough to get through the details of these murders. The South African novelist said all along that she purposely played up the violence in the novel to get attention around the way women’s bodies have continued to be objects of violence.

I came across this piece published on Books Live where Beukes tells the story of a shocking tragedy involving a female friend of hers and how this informed her decision to make violence against women take a significant place in the story.

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Something Beukes created will writing The Shinning Girls. It’s called the “Murder Wall.”—it helped her keep track of things.

In September, Sonwabo “allegedly” assaulted Thomokazie. He poured boiling water over her, stabbed her in the buttocks and then locked her in his shack and walked away. She was a hostage there for five days until the neighbours were alerted by the moaning and the terrible smell and called the police. They broke down the door and summoned an ambulance. She had third degree burns. They were infected. There were flies thick on her wounds. She was half mad from pain and too traumatised by her ordeal to make a statement at first. That only happened a week later.

What the police failed to do was take a statement from anyone other than Thomokazie. Not the neighbours who had called them, not the friends who saw Sonwabo grab Thomokazie by the arm and drag her away to his shack five days prior. Not the paramedics who arrived on the scene.

They also failed to let the family know that Sonwabo had been released with a “warning.”

They failed to communicate with the family at all, to let them know how the case was proceeding (not at all) or what their rights were (apparently none) to the extent that when Violet found Sonwabo skulking around the house, hiding under Thomokazie’s window, the family didn’t know they could call the cops to report him for threatening behaviour.

Four months later, Thomokazie died of “natural causes” according to the death certificate issued by Somerset Hospital. She died in the waiting room. She was 23 and had been in and out of hospital and clinics repeatedly since the assault. She was barely able to walk, barely able to get out of bed. More than once, her mother, Gertie, had to pay R600 to rush her to a clinic at 4am in the morning because she was in such terrible pain. Gertie is a domestic worker (she’s been working for my family for eight years once a week). She earns maybe R2400 a month.

(When Thomo died just before Christmas, I put out a call to help raise money to pay for the funeral. Friends in real life and on Twitter and Facebook and total strangers came together to raise R10 000 in 24 hours.)

The police did not follow up to get the medical records.

We were informed of all this on Friday morning, the day of the trial, by a sympathetic and very, very pissed off prosecutor. He said he had no choice but to strike the case off the roll. He wasn’t even going to try to prosecute because the cops had botched the investigation (my description). He said “botched” wasn’t the right word, because that would imply there was any investigation at all. He wrote a furious two page report for the police docket pointing out all the holes in the investigation. “Holes” is the wrong word too. A blank page doesn’t have holes.

The only evidence in the docket was Thomokazie’s statement. The word of a dead girl. Sonwabo could say anything in court. Anything at all and get away with it. She poured the boiling water on herself. She was coming at him with the boiling water and he pushed her. He wasn’t there at all. It was some other abusive boyfriend who had a history of assaulting her who just happened to be in his house at the time.

Better to drop the case than try to go to trial and have him acquitted and have double jeopardy come into play where we could never charge him for this again.

I was devastated. The fucker tortured and murdered a 23 year old girl and now he was going to get away with it?

“It’s not over,” the prosecutor explained. He gave us the phone number for the Gugulethu police station commander, the police commissioner, he suggested I email Helen Zille, Lennit Max, force them to “re-open” a case that had never really been opened in the first place. Get enough evidence and we could charge Sonwabo properly.

I started rallying forces, talking to my brother-in-laws, who are, respectively, the head of the etv news channel and a police reservist and advocate. Sarah Lotz’s advocate husband offered to help. I sent an email to Third Degree, asked Violet and Gertie to make a full list of anyone who might be a useful witness, the full details of every hospital stay, every middle-of-the-night emergency room visit, to try and recall Sonwabo’s previous assaults, the approximate dates of when they’d seen Thomokazie with bruises or cuts or hair pulled out of her scalp over the three years she’d been dating him (she never laid a charge, of course, victims of psychological and physical abuse too often don’t), the details of his previous rumoured eight year prison sentence.

This morning, Gertie phoned me. The family can’t bear to go on. It’s been too much for them already. Re-opening the case means re-opening their pain. They want to let it go, move on with their lives.

On Friday, Violet and I saw Sonwabo in the corridor of Athlone Magistrate’s Court. His new girlfriend walked obediently two steps behind him like a faithful dog as he swaggered out of the court. She was probably 19.

I have to find a way to let go too.

From Books Live

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

2 Responses to “The Horribly Violent True Story Behind Lauren Beukes’ Shinning Girls” Subscribe

  1. OBII 2014/01/28 at 08:55 #

    I read about ‘The Shining Girls’ last year and was intrigued, even Hollywood (Decaprio) wanted to make a movie.

    This reality here is very disturbing, to learn that under the layers of this literature is some heavy truth. The knowledge of which tortures you and you’re not even the victim.not even close.

  2. Ainehi Edoro 2014/01/28 at 09:06 #

    OBII, you’re so right. Outliving the victim is part of what hurts—living and knowing that this kind of violence is possible in the world. Worse still the perpetrator was never brought to book.

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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