On being white in the Apartheid State

I don't believe we go back to normal life. I don't believe that at all. I think we who are repelled by violence feel the claustrophobia of a world closing in around us, squeezing out all air and light, and feel only able to stare in disbelief at the prison keepers who turn off the fans and close further shutters. No. These horrors are our culture; ourselves even. And I think we know it. And I feel nothing but disgust at my own cowardice, my own simple inability to do more than pen sentences, pray (if I could), and ask for help. Each horror is personal. Each one.