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What if I had told you that the mechanism of your brain is like plasticine and could be moulded to your own unique set of beliefs and hence abilities? Could you afford not to even try to step into a new reality? Would you dare?
Ornithology, cultural sociology, & nature conservation mingle in this splendid book. The author spent his boyhood on the bird-rich slopes of the northern parts of the Drakensberg Mountain range. He & his friends frequently ventured into the forests, hunting birds. His strong association with birds developed during that time-but so did his sense of guilt. From this conflict emerged a thoughtful conservationist. Who decided to ultimately write a book.
This led the author into research on how and why birds were given names in his native North Sotho, and why certain birds behaviours were so accurately interpreted by their traditional black neighbours. He soon realized that an enriching relationship existed between birds and people, and that it was a relationship well worth preserving.
“Our people have been oppressed enough. It’s time somebody comes forward and speaks about police brutality. There are hundreds of policemen like me who see their credibility in the communities they serve undermined by the actions of riot police. But they are scared to talk because regulations bind them. I’m not willing for the regulation to bind me any further. I’m defying them,” - Lieutenant Gregory Rockman, speaking to Gaye Davis of the Weekly Mail, September 1989.
The story of POPCRU (the Police and Prisons Civil Rights Union) is embedded in the story of South Africa’s bloody journey to democracy.
One day I suddenly thought, “My goodness, where’s Gareth?” So, I started looking. Last I heard, he was working with the British Army in Iraq, doing long stints: I tracked him down to prison cell in Kuwait. He had been used as a drug mule, nabbed and sentenced to death by hanging. His death was commuted to life and then further reduced to 15 years. When I located him, he had already been inside for four years. Thereafter I sent him a letter, every month, for 67 consecutive months. My Letters to Kuwait, were received by Gareth on his hidden device: news and comment on life in South Africa, my reflections on humanity and our world.
