At 8 o'clock one morning last week a neatly dressed Negro in a natty brown suit parked his old Ford in an alley in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, and after glancing furtively around, hurried into a dingy building that had once been a garage Under his arm was a small blackboard wrapped in newspapers; in his pockets were bits of chalk; and awaiting him inside the building were 38 Negro children, sitting silent on wooden benches. Before he turned to them, however, the man first carefully locked the door. He had good reason: his is an illegal school.
Since the South African...
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