reckless thing to do. A million
things had to go right for us to slip
through the cracks the way we did
for as long as we did.
—Under apartheid, if you were a black
man you worked on a farm or in a
factory or in a mine. If you were a
black woman, you worked in a
factory or as a maid. Those were
pretty much your only options. My
mother didn’t want to work in a
factory. She was a horrible cook and
never would have stood for some
white lady telling her what to do all
day. So, true to her nature, she