Racism In South Africa - A Novel Study

“She sometimes wonders whether they’d done the right thing, because she, too, is scared of being butchered in bed. Almost all white South Africans are. It’s a given. They’re all waiting for the night of the long knives. You never known when, but you know it’s coming.
And then one night you go to bed around ten. You hear the old red setter barking outside, but you don’t bother to get up; you doze off again, so you don’t hear the mosquito screen on the kitchen window being peeled back, and you don’t hear someone climbing quietly into your house. You don’t hear him coming down the passage on his bare feet, and you don’t hear him easing open the bedroom door. All you remember, really, is the split second of terror when you wake up. Bennie, your husband, is thrashing around at your side, and there’s a dark figure looming over the bed. And then the hammer smashes into your temple, and the next thing you know you’ve woken up in a surreal horror movie. Blood is dr...