Why I am (still) writing about race

We’re almost a month into a new year, we’re a quarter of a century into our democracy and it’s been two weeks since my last chocolate. I remember when I started this blog, my very first post dealt with race and even though I’ve covered a vast and maddening array of topics since, it seemsContinue reading “Why I am (still) writing about race”

The curse of the Charou and the “civilised” blacks

A weird thing happened to me when I moved out of my hometown a few years ago; my perspective changed. Also, it was the first time in my life where I lived in a neighbourhood where almost no one looked like me. Well if I’m being honest, it was the first time I lived inContinue reading “The curse of the Charou and the “civilised” blacks”

What if White people were criminals too?

Now before you think I’m throwing stones, let me first remind you that I do live in a proverbial glass house here, I too have deeply ingrained prejudice that is at times very difficult to shake, so I write this now more to explore my own thoughts than anything else. But before I get aheadContinue reading “What if White people were criminals too?”

Icons of Apartheid

I’m at a fairly dodgy neighbourhood haunt. Not dodgy in the way that might get you killed but dodgy in the way that you feel a distinct need to wipe down any surfaces before touching them. There is a group of us around the table and the mood is jovial, it is a Friday, theContinue reading “Icons of Apartheid”

1991: The first Black children are allowed into White schools

I want to say that the 90’s was a weird period in time, but to use the word “weird” to describe South Africa during the 90’s seems insipid and trivial. Of course, to describe myself and my experiences during the that decade, insipid and trivial hits the nail on the head. So, let’s go withContinue reading “1991: The first Black children are allowed into White schools”

The poor whites

My mother is the kind of woman who adopts just about anything and anyone. She is selflessly generous if you find yourself in need and I had grown up with her voice in my head constantly saying “treat others how you would like to be treated”. So very early into our democracy, I was shockedContinue reading “The poor whites”