Earlier today, I posted decrying the mob justice that claimed Uganda Cranes rugby star Sydney Gongodyo. My inbox immediately flooded with messages claiming I’m being insensitive to the victims of Kampala’s rampant petty crime. Let’s clarify something immediately: condemning a public execution does not mean tolerating theft. Crime ruins lives, but street lynchings destroy the very fabric of society.
Look at the math here. Sydney was a refined athlete, a Makerere University alumnus with immense exposure, deep social capital, and a thriving network. How does someone with that background end up mistakenly butchered on a dirt road? It proves that in a mob state, your education, your innocence, and your character mean absolutely nothing. The street operates on instant, unverified panic.
When you defend the mob because you’re frustrated by stolen phones or handbags, you are defending a system that lacks a discovery phase. There is no trial, no evidence, and no turning back when you realize you killed the wrong person. Sydney's death is proof that the mob is a blunt instrument that strikes blindly. If a prominent national figure can be erased from the grid in ten minutes based on a stranger's scream, then no average citizen is safe. We cannot afford to mistake collective bloodlust for public safety. We must demand due process, because without it, everyone is just one misunderstanding away from a death sentence.