come to know them—and that is
what apartheid stole from us: time.
You can’t make up for that with an
interview, but I had to figure that
out for myself.
I went down to spend a few
days with my father, and I made it
my mission: This weekend I will get
to know my father. As soon as I
arrived I started peppering him with
questions. “Where are you from?
Where did you go to school? Why
did you do this? How did you do
that?” He started getting visibly
irritated.
“What is this?” he said. “Why
are you interrogating me? What’s