ONE VOICE SPEAK OUT
BEYOND THE GATES OF SOUTH AFRICA
I am proudly South African and absolutely love my
country. What’s not to love?
I am also not a racist having spent 3 months in an African
jail for my views on the unfairness of
Apartheid
I had just started school when it was rudely brought home to
me that the great life that we had was about to be turned on its head. My mother, who was pregnant with my youngest
brother, was driving home from town (Bulawayo) when her car was stoned by a
furious crowd of protestors and she barely got out of there alive. She gave premature birth to my brother at
home that night as we could not risk taking her to the hospital. My father, an ex-navy man, was a member of
the neighborhood watch. About a week
after my mother’s harrowing experience, he was out in the early hours of the
morning on neighborhood patrol. The dogs
warned us that something was amiss and grandpa bravely went to see what was
wrong. He found my father, barely alive,
having been beaten severely and dropped on our front porch. At the time this served as a warning that “we
know who you are and where you live and can get you any time we want”.
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