In the Internet cafe in Makhado, a formerly all-white city in northern Limpopo, an Afrikaner boy next to me is playing a computer game with realistic graphics based on the movie Blackhawk Down (about a military shoot-out in Somalia). He's about 10 years old with that sweet baby calf awkward wide-eyed innocence, shaggy blonde hair cropped close to his head. His mouth hangs wide open in concentration and his big eyes are focused solely on the screen where a machine gun he controls blasts away at any black-faced villager that runs out from a compound of decrepit buildings. The overt violence of the game, the age of the boy playing it and its racial implications disturb me greatly. The appearance of the village and some of the villagers are similar to what I see in rural South Africa. But what is most disturbing are the American flags on the uniforms of the armed soldiers who rush out into the village to support the machine gun. It's a game, yes. And to win it, the fictional American soldiers, along with the young boy playing the game, must kill.