she would always be seen as that.
So, since my mom didn’t want to
move to a black area and couldn’t
afford to move to a white area, she
decided to move to a colored area.
Eden Park was a colored
neighborhood adjacent to several
black townships on the East Rand.
Half-colored and half-black, she
figured, like us. We’d be
camouflaged there. It didn’t work
out that way; we never fit in at all.
But that was her thinking when we
made the move. Plus it was a
chance to buy a home—our own
home. Eden Park was one of those
“suburbs” that are actually out on