You just have to look different ... then seemingly anything can be said and done to you as your outer appearance reduces you to the status of a non-h… - Bessie Emery Head

Up until the arrival of Warder Hannetjie, no warder had dared beat any member of Span One and no warder had lasted more than a week with them. The battle was entirely psychological. Span One was assertive and it was beyond the scope of white warders to handle assertive black men. Thus, Span One had got out of control. They were the best thieves and liars in the camp. They chatted and smoked tobacco. And since they moved, thought and acted as one, they had perfected every technique of group concealment.

Tie a man's hands behind his back and then ask him if he's going to chop down a tree.

But witch doctors were human, and nothing, however odd and perverse, need be feared if it was human.