In 1989, in the final months before Nelson Mandela walked out of Victor Verster Prison, I lived in South Africa for nearly 11 months. I went in on an Ivorian passport. The apartheid state classified me as Coloured, though I am Black as charcoal. I saw the apartheid economy from the inside, and I write now because the xenophobia in today’s South Africa is being carried out by men who do not know the history of their own liberation. I. How I got i…
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