In the harsh crystal sunlight of a South African winter, the black township of Daveyton (pop. 30,000) is a bleak monument to the law of the land: that blacks and whites shall live apart. Near the entrance to the township a large sign promises the people of Daveyton a POT OF GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW. But the little concrete houses that line the treeless streets, the dry, packed earth that everywhere passes for a garden, and the acrid smell of coal fires in the early-morning air are evidence of a far different reality. Last week the people of...
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