His white man had even tried to make friends with him because the other mine boys respected him so much. But a white man and a black man cannot be fr… - Peter Abrahams

Twenty-second Street, the street where we lived, was strange and alien. The noise was frightening after the quiet of Elsburg.

Entering is stepping into a new Dark Age. The sea had once been here. In its retreat it had left a white, unyielding sand, grown dirty with time. It had left almost a desert.

So many people who consider themselves progressives have their own weird notions about the native, but they all have one thing in common. They want to decide who the good native is and they want to do good things for him. [...] They want to think for him and he must accept their thoughts. And they like him to depend on them.