Over R3bn on a few police stations? And the top management can't explain. The buck doesn't seem to stop anywhere, but the bucks sure do, says Susan Erasmus.
The last time I was in a police station I can't say I was struck by the interior decorating and the feng shui. It was 'fabulous' facebrick inside and out, scuffed tiles, a few battered desks that looked like they had been to hell and back and no sign anywhere of soft furnishings. We couldn't find a pen for love or money, and even the posters managed to look tired and dog-eared.
To get to that sort of budget, we would have to be looking at the services of an imported interior designer, featured at least on the Oprah Winfrey show. Forget air conditioning: we'll have to settle for internal climate control units, and lights that switch on and off automatically as people leave and enter rooms. Plush carpeting, all imported of course, laminated flooring, downlighters everywhere, uplighters under the Rembrandt in the hallway, and Flatscreen Wonderland in every room, cells included. Gold taps, marble on all available surfaces, gadgets that purr and click and a security system that operates on retina or voice recognition.