In the winter of 53 BC, the Roman Republic found
itself unable to hold an election, not because there was a plague, war or lack
of candidates.
The problem was that two rival politicians, Publius Clodius and
Titus Milo, had each assembled private armies of hired muscle, and the streets
where citizens were supposed to vote belonged to whoever had paid for the most
muscle that morning.
Subsequently, elections were postponed and postponed
again, as intimidation displaced persuasion and private force overwhelmed
public authority.
In January 52 BC, the rival gangs encountered each
other on the Appian Way. Clodius was killed. His enraged supporters carried his
body into the Senate house, tore up its furniture and used it to build a
funeral pyre, cremating him as the building burned around his corpse. Order
returned only after Pompey was appointed sole consul and surrounded Rome with
soldiers.
At Milo’s murder trial, Cicero his lawyer, the most
celebrated advocate of his age, rose to deliver the defence. But when he looked
up and saw armed troops surrounding the court, his confidence deserted him. He
faltered, delivered only a fragment of his argument and sat down.
The polished
speech he later published contained the line the moment demanded but the
courtroom never heard. Inter arma enim silent leges - when weapons
speak, the laws fall silent.
The republic did not die in a single dramatic moment
the day Caesar crossed the Rubicon three years later. It gradually died one
street corner, one rented mob at a time.
Fast forward to present day, Kenya is presently
running the same procurement and calling it goons. Our media often reports that
rallies were disrupted by goons, meetings were stormed by goons, mourners were
dispersed by goons. It is always goons arriving ownerless, like the weather.
Compare this passive vocabulary with previous ones,
which were at least honest about ownership. Kanu had youthwingers, ODM had Men
in Black, Mungiki and Chinkoro were allegedly reported to have roots in Central
and Kisii regions, respectively.
Each had a geography, a patron and an
identifiable characteristic. Goon has none. And that softening of vocabulary is
not an accidental drift. It is the linguistic signature of a practice becoming institutionalised
because it solves problems for its users.
Begs the question. Does Kenya have a goon problem?
Imagine a successful company that owns neither
factories nor delivery trucks. It simply connects customers to suppliers,
leaving production, logistics and risk to others. Today, taxi companies don’t own
fleets, hotels don’t own buildings and retailers don’t manufacture what they
sell.
Economists call this outsourcing. Ronald Coase, the Nobel Prize-winning
economist, argued that every organisation constantly weighs one question. What
should we do ourselves, and what should we contract out?
I submit that the same question, uncomfortable as it
may sound, increasingly explains a disturbing feature of our politics.
Much of
the public discourse on goon culture assumes that it is a moral failure of
individuals or a temporary lapse in political judgment.
Yet the persistence of
the phenomenon across successive governments, political parties and election
cycles suggests something deeper.
The phenomenon persists because it solves
real coordination problems in a political market place defined by weak institutions,
high stakes and short time horizons.
We therefore need to discard the word goon and
describe the thing. What Kenya has is not a goon problem. It has a violence
market. And markets, unlike morals, obey knowable laws of demand, supply,
brokerage and price discovery.
But because we are lazy thinkers, we attribute procurement
of goon labour to unemployment. Yet it is a structured, recurring feature of
how power is performed, contested and consolidated. The Purpose of a System is What
it Does. POSIWID.
Not what its designers
intended, nor what its spokesmen announce. A political system that reliably
produces rented violence at every contested election, event or protest, is not
malfunctioning.
The goon is not a bug in Kenyan democracy. He is one of its
stable outputs, as regular as a woman’s periods and considerably more punctual.
Politicians do not hire disruption because they are
wicked, but because it is the cheapest instrument in the political toolkit.
Persuasion strategies through manifestos, rallies, merchandise, townhall
meetings and the slow compounding of trust, is ruinously expensive.
Equally, is
the mobilisation gap. Kenya’s formal party structures remain thin outside
election seasons. Membership is fluid, and ideology often ornamental. When a
rapid turnout is required for a Tuesday protest in Nairobi, or a Thursday rally
in Ol Kalou, politicians cannot rely solely on volunteer networks.
They turn to
brokers who understand the local economy of grievance and survival and can
quickly mobilise the actors because disruption costs a day rate and it converts
an opponent’s rally from an asset into a liability within minutes.
If you
measure this in cost per vote denied, nothing else in politics comes close.
I submit however, that the deeper commodity being
purchased is not the violence itself. Violence has never been the point. It is simply
the visible manifestation of an invisible transaction where loyalty is rented,
fear is traded for access and chaos is managed as a business expense.
What the
politician actually buys is distance, which is the gap between the act and the
procurer that gives him plausible deniability.
This is a form of reputational arbitrage. One party
possesses influence but cannot afford association with violence, while the
other has no political reputation to protect. Money bridges that gap. The
politician purchases insulation from blame thus creating distance from the act
itself, and its consequences.
Now on the supply side, we need to resist the cliché
that unemployment breeds goons. That is as true as saying that gravity explains
a plane crash.
It is accurate but useless. We should view this through the lens
of relative deprivation. Men do not outsource their violence because they are
poor. They do so because the gap between what they believe they deserve and
what they can realistically attain through legitimate means becomes too wide to
ignore.
Poverty may empty the pocket, but relative deprivation unsettles the
mind. The issue, then, is not simply that young men are unemployed because absolute
lack does not often fuel mobilisation.
It is the daily mockery of seeing
prosperity, power and influence all around them while the legitimate routes to
attaining them appear blocked. Politics offers them the shortcut and the sense
of relevance for an afternoon.
Between demand and supply sits the market's true
entrepreneur. The invisible broker. He aggregates the vijana, holds the M-Pesa
float and critically insulates the politician who never meets the muscle.
By
the time the transaction reaches the street, it has the untraceable quality of
a shell-company chain where coercion is held off the balance sheet, deniable,
unregulated and systemically load-bearing.
Before we point fingers, remember that the violence
market is a bipartisan infrastructure. Every bench in our politics condemns
goons, yet they find their events mysteriously well-attended by muscular
strangers with the same young men wearing different identifiers a fortnight
apart.
This is not hypocrisy. It is simply the labour market clearing. You
cannot blame a single bidder for the existence of an auction.
The public condemnations should therefore be
understood as the market's advertising with each side performing victimhood,
while its procurement continues, because the incentive structure is perfectly
symmetrical and no actor can unilaterally disarm without conceding the cheapest
instrument to his opponent.
It is a textbook collective-action trap. So, if
every political formation in Kenya condemns goons, who exactly is hiring them?
The answer is everyone, which is why the answer is no one.
Finally, my unsolicited advice is twofold. First to
the financiers. Violence markets do not disappear when the political demand
subsides. They diversify. The contractors who once waited to be hired,
gradually discover that coercion itself is a business model.
So instead of
responding to demand, they begin manufacturing it. The skills acquired in
politics become transferrable to other informal markets such as transport and market
levies, land disputes and neighbourhood protection rackets. Violence, once
rented, becomes vertically integrated.
Secondly is to the goon labour. Read your contract.
You will notice you don’t have one. You are participants in the only labour
market where the seller carries the entire downside of the transaction. Ordinarily,
the risk bearer charges the premium, yet you have inverted this ancient
arithmetic.
For a day rate, you underwrite another man's ambition while he
retains full equity in the outcome. If the gambit succeeds, the seat is his. If
it fails, the charge sheet is yours. You are not muscle in this economy. You
are inventory.
Listen closely. Your Sh500 daily wage already includes
your abandonment. It is full and final settlement for your future where the
buyer priced his deniability into the transaction before you boarded the lorry.
And the irony is when the man who hired you reconciles with his enemies over a
buffet, you will not be invited.
Yet, in a marketplace that rewards speed over
structure, you already master the logistics of rapid mobilisation, the pricing
of risk, coordination under pressure, local brokerage and signalling discipline.
Convert these competencies into durable, collective assets and become the
indispensable infrastructure that outlasts any election cycle.
If a prince holds his state on the basis of mercenary
arms, he will never be firm or secure - Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince.