Slaughter in Soweto: rapport om apartheid og vold

Slaughter in SowetoReport: Soweto is an enormous ghetto for black people. Marcus and John Ndanga lived in Soweto. They were twins, only five minutes difference, they were almost identical. They went in the same school for Blacks. One day John was thinking about Susan. Susan was his best friend. She died in a de-monstration, they were demonstration because they wanted more books, teachers and an education. Especially Susan, she wanted to be a doctor like her father. Suddenly without warning, the police attacked. Susan was not a trouble-maker, she was intelligent. She was shot in the back from behind. John was angry about all this violence and because Susan was killed. John and Marcus wanted to be like the Whites, he wanted equally, a good job and an education. Everybody in Soweto knew at least one who had been killed or tortured. They asked their mother for some money and went to the cinema. They saw “The good, the bad and the ugly”, with Clint Eastwood. When Marcus and John came home, they turned on the radio. The radio said that ten or eleven terrorists were killed. Betty Ndanga their mother, had faith to God and accepted everything what happened in her life, and wish-ed everyone equal, she didn’t something evil should happen. The three most important things in her life were: her two sons, going to church and her job. She was working as a cleaner on the local hos-pital. Betty’s husband was miner, he died in the world’s deepest mine, and he knew it was danger-ous, “but no job – no money”, he said.Marcus woke up, he tried to call John up, but he was sleepy. Marcus threw his pillow at John, and John threw it back. Finally the boys went downstairs. “Only 30 minutes late”, said Betty. They were dressed in their best clothes, they wore at Sundays. They started to discuss, all what happened in Africa. Everything has changed everything. Marcus and John were disagreeing in everything, they were also opposites of each other, personally. The Ndanga’s left their home. The road was full of people, more than 30000 people were singing and shouting. The wanted freedom, liberalism, justice and democracy. Mrs. Ndanga, Marcus and John joined the crowd, and started to march and sing. They met the priest and talked with him. He never saw John and Marcus anymore except for Sun-days, they said that they haven’t got time for it. And that irritated the priest, they was his favourites. They met a lot they knew. It was dangerous to help the Whites, everyone who helped the White Re-gime were enemies, and enemies were supposed to die. Out at the graveyard, they were spied by a helicopter. All the people were leaving the graveyard. On the top of a small hill, there was a tank. It started to fire. One man next to John was shot in his head by a machinegun bullet in his face. He had never felt horrible like that before. They ran away, without their mother, she was maybe hiding in the church they thought, up to a butcher-shop. John kicked up the glass door, and it fell in to pie-ces. They hid there, they were trapped by tanks in front of them and from behind. They ran out and followed the road. They ran, and they could hear the tanks coming nearer and nearer. They came to a stone wall, John ran straight up at it and got over, but Marcus wasn’t there. He was lying on the other side, he was hit in his left leg by a stone from the road when the bullets missed. John helped him over. They would keep going while it was dark so it could protect them. They got home safely, when they heard police or soldiers they just hid. Their mother was there, she was cooking. And Betty Ndanga was very glad to see them again.