In October 1999, in the KwaZulu-Natal province of South Africa, a young man I’ve named Peter Mitchell was shot to death on his father’s farm at about two o’clock on a Monday afternoon. He was twenty-eight years old, a big, chunky guy, square-faced and blond. In his graduation pictures, he towe…
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The Weak Spot
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woman is a construct
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‘Apartheid had marked him, as it has marked all of us, in different ways. It made me hyper-aware of colour.’
He Had His Reasons
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