The Good Friday Generation writes…

On April 10th 1998 I was an almost one year old baby living in Johannesburg, South Africa; a country recovering from the Apartheid; a system of institutionalised racial segregation and discrimination that existed in South Africa between 1948 and 1994. As a one year old I knew nothing of this, I loved my white Father who was from England and came home every day from work providing.  I adored my coloured Mother who also went out to work and came home to look after me and my brother. My nanny who was black that looked after us kids while my…

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