book. I’m sure my parents would
have been caught in their time
together if he hadn’t been as private
as he is. My mom was wild and
impulsive. My father was reserved
and rational. She was fire, he was
ice. They were opposites that
attracted, and I am a mix of them
both.
One thing I do know about my
dad is that he hates racism and
homogeneity more than anything,
and not because of any feelings of
self-righteousness or moral
superiority. He just never
understood how white people could
be racist in South Africa. “Africa is