IT IS 1948 and my father stands on the summit of Sir Lowry’s Pass with the Cape Peninsula spread before him and says, “welcome to the most beautiful place on earth".
However, we did not feel either welcomed or at home. We felt we were unwanted. We were entering a country which was ruled by people we did not know and did not want to know.
My parents (my pa was South African) often referred to them as savages or “bloody Nats"...
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