I was a crime reporter in Cape Town during the PAGAD era (they were a terrorist organisation that was "fighting gangsterism and drugs"). The feeling was that they were getting money from the Middle East and got some training (in making pipe bombs etc.) from there too. Their main hitman was a guy called Ebrahim Jenneker
and I had the misfortune of attending his trial after he killed quite a few people. No emotion, not even when he was sentenced. Dead eyes and surely evil incarnated.
He had the most beautiful wife who cried for most of the two weeks of the trial. I simply could not understand what attracted her to such a monster.