driveway. All of our neighbors had
driveways, some with fancy, cast-
iron gates. None of them had cars,
either. There was no future in
which most of these families would
ever have cars. There was maybe
one car for every thousand people,
yet almost everyone had a driveway.
It was almost like building the
driveway was a way of willing the
car to happen. The story of Soweto
is the story of the driveways. It’s a
hopeful place.
—Sadly, no matter how fancy you
made your house, there was one