Former militants take on the post-apartheid struggle
“My daughter, she have a big problem,” Easy Mzikhona Nofemela told me one day on the phone, his voice panicked.
“What kind of big problem?”
“She have terrible pain in her tooth.”
“Do you need a ride to the dentist?”
During the more than two years I spent in Gugulethu, a black township on the outskirts of Cape Town, I was asked for money repeatedly, but with time, fewer people bothered. I once gave a lift to a man who deduced that I was American, inspected my ten-year-old Renault hatchback, and then asked, puzzled, “But where is your Ferrari?”…
