their cage, the air force could fly
over and bomb the shit out of
everyone. Growing up, I never knew
that my grandmother lived in the
center of a bull’s-eye.
In the city, as difficult as it was
to get around, we managed. Enough
people were out and about, black,
white, and colored, going to and
from work, that we could get lost in
the crowd. But only black people
were permitted in Soweto. It was
much harder to hide someone who
looked like me, and the government
was watching much more closely.
In the white areas you rarely saw
the police, and if you did it was