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The Vaal Tragedy was an outcome of spatial injustice.

Beyond the recklessness of scholar transport drivers, the unregulated nature of the booming scholar transport industry, and the general road safety challenges in South Africa, the deaths of schoolchildren in the Vaal are a bigger local government issue, a spatial injustice. The real problems are not surfacing for decisive policy action or intervention.

At best, there will be a race of funeral undertakers volunteering to make the send-off for victims of spatial injustice look grandiose to levels of death admiration, without addressing the many who might be waiting in the queue for the same fate. As part of the ritual, politicians will be in front row seats as national chief mourners, arguably representing ‘we the people’ who voted them in.


Spatial justice is about ensuring the fair and equitable distribution of resources, opportunities, and quality of life across geographical spaces; the opposite is spatial injustice. The trickiest outcome of urbanisation is access to agglomerated services by those entering the urban spaces. How human settlements facilitate a better life for all is the foundation of social justice, human dignity, and the well-being of society, including the prevention of avoidable accidents and calamities.


In South Africa, the template of access to the nodes of agglomeration is a source of some of the injustices of the past, recognised by the 1996 RSA Constitution. It remains an injustice that children travel long distances to access a fundamental human right, such as education. The proximity and mobility of basic social services to human settlement nodes are a template for social and economic justice that requires out-of-the-box thinking from the local government system. Anything less is an injustice.


The apartheid design of human settlements was to create labour reserves out of which the urban centres would be serviced. People were settled where they could be fetched in the morning and taken out in the evening after they had completed their chores. This template has unfortunately settled with access to perceived quality education. Amenities as basic as access to quality education were planned within a racial caste system that excluded the majority. Those at the periphery of opportunity affluence, gerrymandered by apartheid spatial planning, still reflect historical segregation. 


The triumph of non-racialism through the 1996 Constitution meant legal access to opportunities for those who were excluded based on race. However, this did not address the inherent spatial realities that shaped access beyond what the statutes say. As public policy, a tool of access to facilities that are physically out of reach for the previously excluded, imposes itself on secluded spaces of privilege in suburbia, its consequences are proximity and distance. 


The movement of scholars to and from spaces with educational facilities as part of the concentrated opportunities developed into an unplanned political economy and thus remained unsupported by a matching regulatory framework. Packaged as commodities for processing at learning centres 20-40 kilometres away from where they reside, learners are subjected to 'human mobility' carrier systems that haul them outside the normative demands of a decent public transportation system. 


The Vaal tragedy highlights the urgent need for targeted policy reforms, such as integrated public transport planning and equitable resource allocation, to address spatial injustice and improve safety for all learners and commuters.


Beyond election rhetoric, South Africa needs urgent policy action to address spatial injustice, which costs the economy and citizens alike, inspiring a call to collective responsibility among informed citizens and advocates.


Achieving spatial justice requires overcoming planning system limitations and political will, ensuring that resource distribution aligns with the constitutional promise of social equity and reduces road safety hazards for learners and workers alike. 

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